Cuddling in bed after sex is possibly one of my favorite things about sex. Just laying there, talking or drifting quietly off to sleep while enjoying one another’s closeness.
That’s what me and Girl were doing yesterday, in her bed at 6 in the morning, after having sated each other. I flopped over, with her spooning me and her arm flopped over my waist, and we settled in to sleep.
And then it started.
I started fidgeting. My head was resting weirdly on the pillow and I knew I was going to get a crick in my neck the next day if I stayed like that. So I wriggled a little further down the bed.
But then my throat started itching. Like, really really itching. I tried swallowing a few times, but there was no stopping it – I coughed hard for a good few seconds. She lifted her arm off of my body as it shook with my coughing, then replaced it.
… And then my stomach started making weird noises. I hate it when that happens. I’m sure everyone has experienced this – your stomach or throat make really odd, involuntary noises and you want to announce to the room no I am not passing gas it’s just my stomach! but of course you can’t actually do that.
Luckily by this time her breathing had started to slow and become more regular, so I guessed she was already asleep. I, on the other hand, lay in self-concious half-wakefulness for at least an hour.
Girl herself is quite a polite bedpartner. She snores sometimes, but I just find that oddly cute.
I’ve shared beds both platonically and sexually with quite a few people, and it’s always interesting how much you can learn about them from their bed-behavior. You have your blanket-hogs, and sprawlers, snorers, and kickers. My lovers specifically have snored like chainsaws, have left promptly afterwards, have slept with their legs Indian-style and their upper body flopped over their legs (I still don’t know how that’s comfortable), have been tall lanky men who kept almost squeezing me off the bed, have chosen to sleep on my floor instead, have clung and wound themselves around me.
Regardless of this… diversity, I still think there’s some unspoken bed-etiquette rules that make me jerk awake when I’m about to do something that I think is inappropriate.
Eh. Whatever. I still love cuddling.
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I’ve slept in a bed with another person (platonically, of course) a few times and I hated it each time. I’m not a light sleeper, but I found myself stirring every time they moved or made a noise. Irritating! Should I ever decide to have a partner, they may find themselves sleeping in another bed. lol
I recognize the awkwardness of being just a little uncomfortable, but not wanting to disturb the other person, so you start hedging on whether the discomfort is bad enough to adjust, only it grows worse, which makes the resulting movement more dramatic…you can get very neurotic this way.
still worth it…
I shared a very small bed once with a close (but platonic friend) and it was terrible! I wish we had discussed in advance that it would be okay to touch (like spooning or with our backs touching) in the night because I kept waking up, trying not to touch her, only to find in the morning that she wouldn’t have cared!
I’m a mix in bed – I either need to have my space all to myself or be intensely cuddled. haha
But I fully agree with you, there is nothing like post-sex snuggly snoozes; where you both fall asleep in the same positions you finished. ^_^
haha… i think i’d just own a big bed. dorm beds are sort of dinky and make for a lot of awkwardness.
yeah and i’m basically the queen of neuroses so it’s even worse with me, lol.
it is definitely worth it though.
haha i would definitely need to discuss platonic touching in advance. i’m generally not a touchy person but with some people/circumstances i love platonic cuddling.