I was lying in bed reading Atlas Shrugged for the third time (I've always really admired strong female characters like Dagny) when I felt my fella's hand on my knee. I had thought and hoped that he was asleep but obviously this was not the case. I tried to ignore it, but his hand kept going higher and higher and swatting it away only seemed to encourage and excite him.
Finally I gave up and let him do the things he wanted with me. It didn't last very long and I was able to finish the chapter before the time when I force myself to turn off the lights to stop me from reading all night. My man had started snoring so I gently pushed him onto his back. This gave me very little bed space but I'm a light sleeper and it seemed preferable to guttural breathing.
Turning off the light, I curled myself as best I could around his large body and tried to sleep.
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