Get off me! Or get me off.

So, yah…I’ve told you before that I love, live with, and sleep with a sexsomniac.  It’s not always a bad thing.  Most of the time, it works out for both of us…it’s just that I’m aware of what’s happening way before he is.  But, when I’m not interested, it is SUCH a pain in the ass.

For example:  The other night, after he had worked a long shift and was slated to get up and cover someone else’s at 4 a.m. (which meant a 2:30 get-up to accommodate the commute time), we slipped into bed early.  Unfortunately, I’d taken a nap earlier in the day (was feeling rather crappy), so I wasn’t really all that tired.  But, I rolled over and gave it my best shot (even though it was MY Saturday night).  It didn’t take but 30 min. before he was snoring in my ear and tucking my entire body underneath him like a body pillow.  I get claustrophobic easily, and I tend to sweat when my skin is in direct contact with another’s for a long period of time.

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp without waking him (I knew he needed his sleep), but, in our king size bed, he’d left me roughly 1.5 feet to move around in.

And then came the molestation.  I am always amazed at how much that man can accomplish in his sleep…fingers finding their mark expertly in the fuzz of his subconscious.  And then he talks!  “You have such a beautiful pussy…such a nice…”  And then…nothing.  He goes right back to sleep.

A few minutes later, he’s back at it – fondling, fingering, touching and providing naughty narration the entire time.

I finally gave up and got out of bed.  It was obvious that the “disorder” was not going to lead to anything other than teasing.  After a few hours of reading and some sleepytime tea, I gave it another go.

As I walked into the bedroom, the rattling snore sent my eyes into a roll of exasperation.  A few smacks and a push or two to get him to move over to his own side won me a larger portion of the bed.  And for that night anyway, the battle was over.

The following night, I assured him that we WERE having sex (not only cause it’s fun, but he obviously needed it).  He tends to get worse at times of great stress, when he’s over-tired, or if we’ve gone too long without sex.  This time, it had to be fatigue, b/c we’d just had sex (good sex, I might add – that middle of the night, wake up and fuck like wild animals, kind of sex) 2 days before. 

Oh, the joys of sleeping with a sexsomniac.