Shut up and sleep with me
I wouldn’t exactly call it easy to fuck someone. It’s exhilarating, inspiring, powerful, and sometimes glorious, but I wouldn’t call it easy. For me, it’s even harder to sleep with someone.
Like, sleep sleep.
This isn’t a rare phenomenon: it’s quite common to find either easier than the other, I think. I’m just in the “sleeping together is harder” camp. If I’m fucking you, I’ve conquered enough of whatever misgivings I may have about you seeing me naked. I’ve gotten to the point where I trust (or hope) that you won’t be a huge churl afterward. I’m ready to accept the risks in order to get the payoff. To actually sleep with you, though, I have to be able to really relax around you. That’s trickier.
I’ve always been a finicky sleeper as it is. I have these preferences, you see. If possible, I like to have it cave dark and death quiet. When I was a lass, I used to stuff towels into the crack under the door to blot out the hall light until my dad explained that continuing this action would have the dual results of 1) decreasing my likelihood of being able to escape from a house fire in time to not die, and 2) buying me a swift and furious spanking. It took me over a year to get used to leaving my computer on all night, even in sleep mode, and I still often just turn it off. I own and scruple not to use ear plugs, when decibels threaten. I generally sleep alone; my dog isn’t even invited to sleep with me. So I’m kind of that girl. Sure I can sleep with more light, some ambient noise, or with another body in the bed, but sometimes these factors make it a little tougher, especially if I don’t feel entirely comfortable with the other body.
Sex, now, that I’m always ready for.
It’s not that I’m scared that I’ll be bludgeoned to death while asleep or anything. It just takes a little more…something for me to be okay sleeping with someone. It’s almost like I can have sex on lust alone, but I have to like you to fall asleep with you.
Interestingly enough, I tend sleep very well with Laramy.
