So there we are in bed, one of us sound asleep and one of us
still flitting around, when He says come here. Moving over to His side of the
bed one snuggled up. More skin He demanded, pushing one small slave off his
beloved doona to lift up an end so one could get under. Other way He said. So
one rolled over and snuggled up... which put the arse in a very precarious
position. Wrapping His arms around one, he squeezed the breast in a vice like
grip, declaring mine!
Laying very still one realised that not only was He going
back into a deep sleep, but that he wasn't letting go. Of course the TV was
still on and the bedside light was still blazing...
Trying a few experimental wriggles only resulted in the arm
tightening more and increasing interest from other parts
Umm... you're going to have to let go
Nope!
The lights on... please may one turn it off?
The arm lifts fractionally and slams down the minute one
makes a move
The lights still on...
The arm lifts again and one flees towards the remotes... to
be grabbed by the arse instead.
You're always trying to escape He grumbled.
Just turning off the light. Which one did before escaping
back under one's own doona
His hand followed under and one was groped and molested as
He went back into a deep sleep.
Sighing one rolled
over secure in the knowledge that He would probably not remember any of this in
the morning. Mind you it was still better than when He used to wake one up to
cuddle under his doona, then roll over taking the damn thing with him leaving one
naked, awake and shivering. Those were always special hugs L
3 comments:
Your sleep patterns appear to mimic ours. :)
Ours are just the opposite, although in the same position. Too many mornings there is just enough groping to get me all hot and bothered, then he says "Well, time to get up- go make me breakfast". But, but, but, heeeyyy! Ah, well.
They are mean, mean men :(
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