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MY HEADACHE.

Kelsey and I had been together only a few months and you know what it's like at first, you simply can't get enough of each other. That was certainly true for us, we made love almost every night, sometimes more than once. Nevertheless there are days when you just don't want to know and it was one of those days that was responsible for adding an unexpected dimension to our sex life.

I'd had one of those oppressive days at work when you come home feeling thoroughly tired out and with a throbbing headache. Sex was the last thing on my mind that day. Of course this happened to be one of the days when Kelsey was feeling extra amorous and so things got a little fractious between us, resulting in me going off to bed feeling irritable while Kelsey stayed downstairs and sulked. I was evidently genuinely tired out because it seemed that no sooner had I climbed into bed than I fell asleep, still sprawled on my back instead of turned on my side as I usually do, something that turned out to be a bonus in a way, although at the time I neither knew this nor cared.

Then while I was asleep I had a beautifully restful dream. I dreamed that I was in a small boat, relaxing under a warm sun with my eyes closed and with a calm sea just gently rocking the boat. I let the dream take me wherever it wished as I sprawled under the sunlight and enjoyed the gentle rhythm of the waves lapping the side of the boat, until the sea became choppy and the waves higher and a little more irregular. I was gradually and very reluctantly forced to abandon my dream, and then, as I awakened, I became increasingly aware that the rocking wasn't in my dream at all, it was for real, and it was not helping my headache to recede in the slightest. It confused me a little until I was fully awake and then I realised that it was the bed that was moving and it was a warm thigh that was tapping at the side of my leg. I still wasn't sure quite what was happening until I became conscious of little sighs and gasps from beside me. Then it finally dawned on me that Kelsey had come to bed while I was asleep and was, as the saying goes, seeing to her own needs. It was her efforts to bring herself off that had caused the motion of the boat in my dream.

Normally waking to something as sexy as finding a woman masturbating alongside me would have had me rolling on top in short order and giving her the real thing, but that night I simply didn't want to know. I did find it vaguely erotic though, erotic enough to let me just lay there beside her, pretending to sleep and listen to her little pleasure noises. In fact I gradually began to enjoy it, although still not quite enough for my body to react with a hard-on. Even when her breathing became ever more erratic and her movements ever more urgent I didn't react physically. To be honest I was more intrigued than anything else, listening with a kind of dispassionate interest as she pleasured herself, but at the same time almost wishing that she would get on with it so that I could go back to sleep. It didn't take long, I could sense her trying to keep quiet and still, but when she came her back arched and she let out a long muted gasp before slumping back on the bed alongside me, breathing heavily. I still pretended sleep and as her breathing slowly returned to normal I did gradually drift back off.

A good night's sleep helped me no end, and by the next morning I was more or less back to normal and wishing I'd been up to making love the night before. But I kept quiet and let her go on thinking that I'd been asleep all the time. Letting her know that I'd been lying there listening was, I thought, asking for trouble. As it was she was a bit subdued and kept giving me strange looks as if wanting to blame me for my bad mood of the previous evening. She was right too and I knew I had to say so.

‘I'm sorry about last night, sweetheart.' I apologised. ‘I'd just had a bad day, my fault.'

‘You're forgiven.' She gave me a wan smile as if she was only reluctantly forgiving my behaviour.

Silence returned and stayed with us until she had put on her coat and headed for the door to go out. Then with the door open she turned and looked at me.

‘You woke up last night though, didn't you?' She stated baldly. ‘I know

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