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Sleep
Like steam rising on water, your heat is obvious from a distance– so I slip out of my shorts before sliding in beside your sleeping form. Scent escapes the separated sheets– musk sweat and cologne drifting up and out. Your body responds instinctively, rolling inward and wrapping itself possessively around me. Rough hands begin to rove, unthinking, under my shirt and between my legs… I very softly tell you “not now,” though I know you do not hear… Your fingers sleepwalk across my flesh, wandering, like a man lost in the dark. Crooked and repetitive, you keep circling back to where you have already been. Heat-drugged and slow, we sigh…
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Journal 9/17/2019 a.m.
In the middle of the night, I awoke to His arms searching me out and His words, softly whispered under His breath, as if He wasn’t really awake or didn’t think I would hear: I need you… His hands caressed me, mapped the valleys and hills. I looked at the clock. 2:00 a.m. And though I was tired, I let my body respond. Because, I need Him, too. It’s been far too long since we made love, fucked…anything. But, He has sexsomnia, and I’m often not sure whether He’s consciously engaging and intentionally pulling me in or is simply at the mercy of His body’s stress response. It usually kicks…
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Sexual Availability
This post is #23 in my 30 Days of D/s series. If you’d like to read more, please visit my 30 Days of D/s page for the complete inventory of posts. D/s relationships often include some type of sexual availability…and mine surely does. When He asks, I am rarely willing to attempt a “no.” And I usually have no problem jumping to fulfill his sexual needs, be it a blow job in the afternoon, a morning fuck, or a mid-day bend-over in the bedroom. I don’t mind Him fucking my face, using me for His pleasure. In fact, I enjoy it 90% of the time. Sexsomnia The time I have the most trouble…
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Before & After
Before you slowly slide your hand over my sleeping hip, I am dreaming of your face between my thighs, the heat of your mouth on my sex. But after you touch me, I breathe in deeply, moaning myself slightly awake beneath your weight as you roll me onto my back and spread my legs. You lean over me, kissing my neck…my ears, and I arch in response, whimpering with need. I rub my wetness against you, your erect cock pressing between my folds, soft and warm with slow, hazy lust. You slip inside, filling me with your cock, and I raised my pelvis to meet you, hungry for all of…
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Sexsomnia = Exhaustion
And not for the one who suffers from the disorder, either. No…no…he sleeps just fine – right through all of his groping and all of my smacking and grumbling and annoyance. Mr. LL has been working late recently – a weird shift that has him coming home around 11 p.m. after I’m already in bed. After his nightcap and his cool-down – sitting on the couch surfing the net, he moseys into the bedroom and fills in his side of the bed. About an hour later…it begins – with flourish, I might add. The disembodied hand slides between my legs. I push it away. It reaches over my hip and…
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sleep
like steam rising on water your heat is obvious from a distance so i slip out of my shorts before i slide in beside your sleeping form warm scent escapes the open sheet musked sweat and cologne drifting up and out your body responds instinctively, rolling towards and wrapping itself possessively around me your rough hands begin to rove unthinkingly under my shirt and between my legs i very softly tell you no though i know full well you do not hear your fingers sleepwalk across my flesh like a man lost in the dark crooked and repetitive you keep circling back to where you have been sliding further down…
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Sexsomnia
Mmmmm…such a nice, warm, soft, comfortable bed…just the right position…sigh. Dead asleep. Dreaming. And suddenly, I feel a hand sliding between my legs, searching out the magic button. I have two options: smack it and tell it to go back to sleep, or roll over and let it happen. Some nights, I succumb, willingly and happily. Other nights, I want to beat the crap out of him with a pillow for waking me from my perfect slumber. My husband is a sexsomniac. We didn’t even know what that was until a few months ago, but now that we do, he now has a convenient excuse for waking me up in…
