It was less ‘waking with a start’ and more ‘slowly waking to a finish’.
Finishing an orgasm, to be precise.
It was the environmental cues, muted and fuzzy-muddled in the way that they can be during the transition between sleep and wakefulness, that were at first so unfamiliar as to feel like a dream.
Warmth.
Swaddled-blanket enfoldedness.
Softness against relaxed limbs.
And then the somatic sensations…
Arms akimbo, limbs tingling.
Toes ballet’ed.
Soft shush of pajama pants against thighs splayed wide.
And a tingling… The kind that tickles on the point of pleasure-pain, the sensation almost too much but not-yet-enough… Radiating into shimmers of rolling-muscle contraction…
I didn’t open my eyes; I didn’t dare. Somewhere in my subconscious half-awake-ness I recognized the fact that I was having an orgasm.
I… Was having(?)… An ORGASM!
In my sleep.
A strong enough orgasm that it woke me up, gently shaking my libido’s shoulder and inviting us to join the new day.
In the aftermath of my unexpected wake-up call – sleepy-slow and without conscious intention – my fingers explored: belly, soft and warm; hip, relaxed against the bed and covered in body-heat-warmed fabric; mons… damp…
Clit, turgid.
Slit, slick.
Was it relief I felt? A letting-go through overnight warmth of a cold-tension I’ve become so accustomed to that I don’t even recognize it?
I don’t know.
But I felt… Myself.
And I used my knowledge of how to ‘feel myself’ to let go. Again.
It took seconds. (To take my ‘seconds’, as it were.)
Later, fully clothed in the lazy afternoon, laying over my husband’s body like a blanket, I told him about it. About waking up to the sensation of an orgasm rolling through me. About the heated quest that followed of shallow-dipped fingers stroking myself – liesurely, gently, just barely inside my wet (wet!) then over my clit and down again, the plunge-slide-rub-press repeated over the barest passing of moments – to orgasm again. (Again!)
“The thing is,” I told him, “I cannot for the life of me figure out what it was that set that sleep-orgasm off. It just came out of nowhere.”
“You must have been dreaming about something sexy,” he said.
“But I don’t remember dreaming about anything,” I replied. “Except…”
– and I only have the vaguest impression of this based on a foggy dream-memory –
“…Santa Claus.”
“Santa Claus?!”
“Yes.”
He paused a moment. Then: “Well, of course. Knowing you, that makes perfect sense.”
I laughed. I *do* have a thing about Christmas, after all.
“I’ll bet what happened in your dream,” my husband mused, “was that ol’ St Nick offered you some pretty paper.** And that got you ALL hot and bothered.”
**See here for the story behind that remark. 😉
(Caution: NSFW visuals)
I don’t know whether Santa caused my wake-up orgasm or not, but…
[sings] He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake… He knows when you’ve been bad or good…
Note To Self: Be good, for goodness sake!
Yay! For unexpected sleepgasms and wetness in places gone stubbornly dry. Such a gift from the shadows of night and recesses of your Christmas-lit hazy dreamlike slumber.
It was a welcome surprise!
I love those sleeping/wake orgasms and I usually am dreaming of something sexy – Your post made me laugh so much – Santa Claus!!
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I know, right?!
When this has happened before, I’ve usually had a fairly clear understanding – based on what I can remember dreaming – of why. But this time…
Nope. Just the vaguest of impressions re: the jolly fat man.
So nope. I got nothin’.
: laugh :
I loved this – I get these sometimes, usually when I have denied myself too long, but I agree that I usually have a sexy dream to accompany them.
Go you for eking another out of the the moment – Yum.
Marie Rebelle is talking with a few of us about writing menopause pieces for her site, you might want to get involved, this would be a good ‘un. xx
It’s a ‘different’ experience — that’s for sure!
And yes, I’m familiar with Marie’s Menopause Diaries; I wrote another post that I linked up there recently. I hope more people get involved. De-mystifying the aging process is such an important thing. Information is knowledge, and knowledge is power.
What a wonderful way to rise up and take on the day !
A delicious part of a nutritious breakfast!
(I feel like Tony the Tiger: They’rrre GRRRREAT!)
How lovely! I’ve never had a sleep orgasm before, it sounds amazing.
They are a rare occurrence for me, but – especially given my current menopausal ‘meh’ where sex is concerned – I do enjoy them when they happen. 🙂
I’ve woken up to an orgasm a few times over the years, and they’re delightful. I always try to fall back asleep into whatever dream caused it but I never do, lol.
I’ve never mastered the skill of getting ‘back into’ a dream once I’ve woken up.
Hi, thanks for posting this enjoyable article. This one surely made me laugh! What you can advise for that first-timer who experienced sleep orgasm and what would you recommend them to calm themselves? Thanks a lot!
Well, laughter is pretty much the best response to this kind of thing — if you can’t laugh about it, then what’s the point? 🙂
Would that make it a ‘laughgasm’? 😀
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This morning, after years without one, one of these woke me up. It was kind of a relief because I was wondering, over the years, if I still had it in me! I’m 73 and it’s been like two decades since I really had sex with a partner, so I’m glad all my parts still work. Strangely, I was thinking beforehand about Covid because my throat mildly hurt – do I use one of my at home tests this morning? I might, just to make sure. But wouldn’t it be something if a sleep orgasm is a symptom no one ever talks about…?
That would be an interesting symptom, indeed!