The other night I got the best $%#@* sleep!
The rain was coming down in sheets, and with no umbrella, I quickly resigned to the comforts a home. By the time I got into to bed, it was like I was melting into the freakin; sheets. It felt like that scene from "Trainspotting" where dude was melting into the carpet.
Side Bar: There is something to be said about a freshly made bed, with fresh sheets from the wash or linen closet, and a fresh ass, your fresh *showered* ass slipping into to. Ahhh nice.
No induced high can beat a-natural-just-want-to-get-your-sleep-on-high. NO thoughts, No stress, No thinking about tomorrow, all that matters is this moment right now, where you want to totally succumb to sleep. And you do soooo easily.
OMG its like nutting' (i.e. orgasmic, bustin,' cumming,' jizm, love juice jones, you fucking name it, it was damn great!) .
Got me to thinking, how totally "personal" sleeping is...... Surely a couple can spoon it up ( I love spoon position, but please don't let your feet be cold) pretzel twist position with your mate, or play "sleep twister" lol (you know where no matter where you move they move with you...). But that moment the individual totally succumbs to sleep is a completely isolated "solo" thang. That trip you go alone, and where it takes you, your lover, mate, bedwarmer can not go. Might meet 'em a dream, but that journey to total REM is all on you my roc-a-bye baby!
And when you wake from such blissful moments like that, you kind of wonder where the hell did you go? Cause its seems you return into the womb, or could it have been that wind blowing the rain against your window pane that struck up moments inside the placenta......... to be continued ( I eagerly hope!)