So I had lunch with my partner today, and he reminded me of something that I thought you ladies might get a kick out of.
So he has always been a light sleeper, needs a pitch black room, sound-blocking insulation, and even wears earplugs. Even then he often has trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep. This was an early conversation, before we really starting dating, before we even kissed, so I worried that when we finally slept together I'd have to pack up and go home afterwords. He was willing to try when it came down to it, and now says that he is more rested now, with me around and spending most nights with him than he ever has in his life so far. BIG relief to me as I am a cuddling addict and the thought of having to leave him after our usual nightly antics would be torture. I mention this as background to the story I am about to tell, as I suspect his light sleeping plays a role.
A couple months back, a couple weeks before Christmas, we decided to start experimenting with making wassail (an alcoholic holiday beverage). Something about that first batch we made knocked us flat (sleepy, not drunk) on our asses and we crawled into bed at 11, with only brief sleepy smooch, which is not very usual, but we could barely keep our eyes open. Well, a couple of hours, I wake up out of a sound sleep with him enthusiastically going to town down there. Didn't take me long to get on the same page, and about 45 minutes and two orgasms later I was never happier to be woken up in the middle of the night. After, he told me that he woke up in the middle of going down on me. I never really believed him, thinking he was just saying that so I wouldn't fuss at him for waking me up on purpose, which I wouldn't have minded anyway.
Until it happened again (almost) a couple weeks ago. We had again gone to bed without getting it on. He had had a really stressful couple days at work and I had had to stay home and study the night before, so he hadn't slept much. So I tucked him into bed with a kiss and curled up with him. Again, middle of the night, I woke up with his mouth you-know-where. Within about 30 seconds I was fully awake and aroused and ready to go. Another 30 seconds later, he stops moving, and I feel his head start to lean very heavily on my pubic bone. I just lie there, trying to recover as I hear and feel his breathing return to that slow, deep asleep rhythm. I quickly realized that he was not in fact going to wake up this time. I wiggled out from under him (he had me pretty well pinned to the bed) and hauled him bodily back up onto the pillows. He was completely limp, and not a terribly small man, so it took some huffing and puffing and rough handling. He didn't even twitch. I didn't have the heart to try and wake him up to finish the job he had started, though he probably would have made a gallant effort to muster the energy.
When I told him about it the next morning, he had no recollection of any of it, but he started apologizing profusely. I gave him a stern look that lasted for all of about 5 seconds before I cracked up and couldn't stop laughing. He said he went to sleep wishing he had the energy and will to get me off before we went to bed, and apparently his body took over after his mind checked out. He couldn't make it up to me then because my alarm has just gone off, which meant I had to get moving STAT or I'd be late for class, but let's just say that the following evening was awesome. ;-)
Just thought I'd share. Anyone else have the experience of their man sttempting, successfully or unsuccessfully, to have sex in his sleep?
So he has always been a light sleeper, needs a pitch black room, sound-blocking insulation, and even wears earplugs. Even then he often has trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep. This was an early conversation, before we really starting dating, before we even kissed, so I worried that when we finally slept together I'd have to pack up and go home afterwords. He was willing to try when it came down to it, and now says that he is more rested now, with me around and spending most nights with him than he ever has in his life so far. BIG relief to me as I am a cuddling addict and the thought of having to leave him after our usual nightly antics would be torture. I mention this as background to the story I am about to tell, as I suspect his light sleeping plays a role.
A couple months back, a couple weeks before Christmas, we decided to start experimenting with making wassail (an alcoholic holiday beverage). Something about that first batch we made knocked us flat (sleepy, not drunk) on our asses and we crawled into bed at 11, with only brief sleepy smooch, which is not very usual, but we could barely keep our eyes open. Well, a couple of hours, I wake up out of a sound sleep with him enthusiastically going to town down there. Didn't take me long to get on the same page, and about 45 minutes and two orgasms later I was never happier to be woken up in the middle of the night. After, he told me that he woke up in the middle of going down on me. I never really believed him, thinking he was just saying that so I wouldn't fuss at him for waking me up on purpose, which I wouldn't have minded anyway.
Until it happened again (almost) a couple weeks ago. We had again gone to bed without getting it on. He had had a really stressful couple days at work and I had had to stay home and study the night before, so he hadn't slept much. So I tucked him into bed with a kiss and curled up with him. Again, middle of the night, I woke up with his mouth you-know-where. Within about 30 seconds I was fully awake and aroused and ready to go. Another 30 seconds later, he stops moving, and I feel his head start to lean very heavily on my pubic bone. I just lie there, trying to recover as I hear and feel his breathing return to that slow, deep asleep rhythm. I quickly realized that he was not in fact going to wake up this time. I wiggled out from under him (he had me pretty well pinned to the bed) and hauled him bodily back up onto the pillows. He was completely limp, and not a terribly small man, so it took some huffing and puffing and rough handling. He didn't even twitch. I didn't have the heart to try and wake him up to finish the job he had started, though he probably would have made a gallant effort to muster the energy.
When I told him about it the next morning, he had no recollection of any of it, but he started apologizing profusely. I gave him a stern look that lasted for all of about 5 seconds before I cracked up and couldn't stop laughing. He said he went to sleep wishing he had the energy and will to get me off before we went to bed, and apparently his body took over after his mind checked out. He couldn't make it up to me then because my alarm has just gone off, which meant I had to get moving STAT or I'd be late for class, but let's just say that the following evening was awesome. ;-)
Just thought I'd share. Anyone else have the experience of their man sttempting, successfully or unsuccessfully, to have sex in his sleep?
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