More poor quality sleep and a dream that felt more like a memory than anything else... purely because a lot of the dream did take place. It involved FBS and I having a slot of sex. And that was pretty much the dream.
In real life, we'd been to the pub, she'd asked me back to hers afterwards, we'd kissed on the sofa which escalated, she asked me to stay, I agreed, we went to bed, fucked, fell asleep and spent most of the next day in bed going through another couple of rounds. Late afternoon, I eventually left to go home, shower and change before heading out to the pub again.
And that was pretty much the dream, except we were a lot more adventurous in the dream than we had been in real life.
Going back to the real life aspect if my memory/dream, we might have repeated the same feat that second evening, too. And because it was the middle of Winter - mid-January, I think - I don't think I saw daylight for nearly three days.
So not only am I still exhausted after nearly a week of rotten quality sleep, I'm now uncontrollably horny, too.
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