This midnight sex story, by erotic author Tabitha Rayne, originally appeared on her website.
Insomnia grips me.
Awake but in stasis, I should just get up, start my day but it feels so wrong. Blood runs fizzy in my veins and my head throbs. Why can’t I be one of the sexy insomniacs from the films, pounding the streets or hunched over a laptop writing wretched dark novels while chain smoking with gaunt cheeks and staring eyes.
This midnight fuck story, by erotic author Tabitha Rayne, originally appeared on her website.
I’ve got this fever. Every night it haunts me with its exhausting fervour. I wake up hot and agitated, with you by my side sleeping gently, chest rising and falling without a care, drifting on a sea of calm and rest while I burn beside you.
This week’s guest blog talks about a sensation I think I might have experienced. I have no solid memories of this happening, but when I read this guest blogger’s post I felt like I was brushing up against this sensation in my mind – like I’m straining to remember the detail of something which happened in a dream. It’s glorious. Please welcome Phoenix Rose, who is here to talk to you about sleepy subspace.
Have you ever been in the middle of something super hot only to have the person who was enthusiastically moaning two minutes earlier suddenly let out a snore? Congratulations, you’re definitely not alone. Between 40-50% of people I surveyed have fallen asleep during sex.
Sometimes I wake up in the night to find my fingers rubbing hard at my clit. Sometimes I wake up and realise I’m licking them. Sucking post-wank moisture from the tips at the end of a half-remembered dream. Sometimes I fuck in my sleep.