No? Just me then…
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So, yeah. The other night I couldn’t sleep. I was exhausted – like, slightly headache-y and sick to my stomach kind of tired, from being up too early for a 14-hr work day with not enough sleep the night before and too much caffeine in between – but for whatever reason… Nope. Sleep was not coming.
Well, sometimes when sleep won’t come, the best thing to do is to just come. Because then I can go to sleep. (Or come to sleep, as it were.)
Now… I go pee every night before bed, right? Which doesn’t stop me from getting up once or twice to pee some more as the night wears on, being as I have a bladder the size of a lentil. But still. I make sure I pee before I go to bed. And on the night in question, I had just peed like… I dunno… an hour(?) or maybe two before I decided to give up on the not-sleeping business and take matters into my own hands. (Or hand. Singular. Fun Fact: I’m typically a one-handed masturbationist.) But for some inexplicable reason, my fantasy brain (and to be clear, I’m really pretty much just BAD at fantasy; it’s not my thing AT ALL, which makes this whole episode even weirder for me than it would be otherwise) was like:
Watersports, yo.
And I was like, “…wha…?”
Just go with it.
And I was too tired to do otherwise, really.
Which is why, as I was doing that whole press/rub/swirl thing with my middle finger against my clit, I went from imagining
{a} a nice sauna-type shower environment in which my spouse was kneeling in front of me (with water cascading down from above coating his shoulders — a very important detail, that) licking my puss while I leaned against the shower wall, to…
{b} the sudden and unexpected urgent somatic urgency of OhmygodIgottapee, which somehow translated in my brain as…
{c} telling fantasy-spouse to keep his mouth in place and open his throat so I could continue my pleasure and simultaneously give him something hot and warm to drink.
If you know what I mean.
And it was *this* thought that pushed me over the edge and brought me to orgasm.
Which…
It’s not [air quote] WEIRD [/end air quote] exactly. There is a certain sensation of ‘fullness’ that can enhance an orgasm when the bladder is partially filled. I’ve taken advantage of that sensation before. And I mean, I’ve certainly indulged in a bit of ‘marking my territory’. In real life though, it’s always been on skin. (It was a particularly delightful bit of foreplay to footplay once, pissing on his cock.) However, the whole drink-it-down thing has never really… I dunno, appealed(?)… to me.
But ob.vi.ous.ly I do not find it un-appealing.
I mean, I got an orgasm out of it.
And no, I did not wet the bed.
But I *did* get wet. Like, in a way I haven’t in a long long time.
SO.
That’s what’s new and strange in my world.
You?
It is a fantasy that works for me! And I’m glad you were eventually able to sleep. Said from one person with a bladder the size of a lentil to another! 😜
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Haha! We should start a club. 😛
Our weird and wonderful orgasmic brain … one never know where it’s going to take you … hope you got a good night’s sleep ;>) … nj … xx
I don’t mind stepping off the beaten path once in a while, but I sometimes feel like Alice when it comes to the unexpected rabbit holes my imagination tumbles through. 😉
I dunno… sometimes a badly needed bladder release is followed by an orgasmic-like warmth, within which anything would seem possible. But when I’m half-asleep, Lil Elvis is practically useless. 😀
Lil Elvis?
And now I’m wondering if this is Presley’s hunka burnin’ love or Costello’s “my aim is true.” 😛
Our imagination is a strange and wonderful thing lol
So true.
I can’t do fantasies in my head when I’m trying to have an orgasm. It just gets complicated and then i stop concentrating on the physical and get caught up in the novel i’m writing. i know. it’s stupid. But I’ve also totally taken advantage of the “coming” to get to sleep and the extra-sensory delights of coming with a full-ish bladder. I’m glad i’m not alone.
I usually don’t fantasize either. It was a very strange ‘flash’ moment when I was right on the brink; it was there and it tipped me over and then it was gone. Completely unexpected and very unusual.
And yes — sometimes an orgasm is the only hope I have for getting to sleep. I use them to ward off headaches sometimes too; the endorphin rush helps mitigate the pain. (The result, again, allowing sleep. And therefore healing.)
I’ve not had the same fantasy, but I certainly do have the same micro-bladder! Bit of a pain, as I can’t come if I need pee. I get too distracted.
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Yes, that is definitely a downside. I have stopped mid-fuck, mid-fingering, mid-oral, mid-_________ more times than I can count, like “Gimme just a minute — be right back, gotta pee!”
I learned the hard way when I was young that NOT giving myself that time out was detrimental to my health. I had such a bad UTI once from just pushing through the discomfort that I was peeing red. Not ‘slightly orange from a bit of blood in the urine’ but pure dark RED. And it was one of the most painful things I’ve ever dealt with.