Archive for Insomnia

Vicious cycles

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Random stuff about sex with tags , , , on October 30, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

After yesterday’s innuendos and my Wife’s inclination to talk about SEX the day before, followed by our first (limited) snuggle on the sofa in front of a movie in months, and then even the briefest Her-hand-on-my-shoulder / my-hand-on-Her-thigh in bed, I couldn’t help but have some hope.

The clocks went back overnight. We stayed up later than usual just to

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It’s nothing

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on November 17, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

[What follows wasn’t nearly as angry as it sounds.Read it with a smile, and try not to judge.]
7am. I’ve been at my desk for an hour, and awake far longer. The alarm clock wakes Her and She sticks Her head round the door on Her way to the shower.
Her: Morning.
Me: Morning.
Her: How are you doing?
Me: Crap. I don’t think I slept for more than half an hour at a stretch.
My inner monologue: I could be less honest. Less winging. But I know sex would make a difference to my ability to sleep, as well as Continue reading

Something odd just happened

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , on October 1, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

There’s been a slight change of form in Tales From AM’s Bed recently. It’s quite likely that, up until my Wife’s latest rediscovery of sex, I had documented almost every time we fucked since I started blogging. The change is that I think there have been several occasions recently when we’ve had sex, or have failed to have sex, or I have made a point of avoiding having sex that I have not documented herein. The latter, I should add for the usual reasons – it brings with it stresses I don’t need.

Confronted, yet again, by the prospect of a bout of insomnia again in the last couple of days, this morning found my Wife and I both awake before the little hand was on the 5. Enough time before the alarm clock woke up that many a normal couple would have made the most of in carnal practices.

Oh. Hang on.
What’s this?
Some normality in our bed?

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Trouble finishing

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , on April 13, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

Sleep seemed illusive last night.

A year or two ago, I was struck by a particularly virulent bout of insomnia. Having had her suggestions of turning the light on and reading, or listening to the radio, (I saw no need to risk spoiling Her night too) my Wife asked What would you do if I wasn’t here? The obvious, honest, and potentially more productive answer would have been have a wank, but I mumbled something non committal and the conversation died. Continue reading

A bad start to a bad day.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , on October 21, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

Yes, Dear Reader, my insomnia is back, along the accompanying sexual frustration.
If you were trawling my sordid pages about a year ago you would might know where I’m coming from on this. Or rather these: the connection between sleeplessness and unsatiated lust. Waking up at a civil hour and being horny is expected: being horny when I wake in the middle of the night is inevitable.

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A cure?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , , on December 18, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m grumpy this evening. Seriously grumpy. And I have good reasons to be. (That’s another story, but be assured it’s got nothing to do with the state of my marriage.)
I’ve drunk enough gin. (This has not made me happier, but it has not worsened my mood.)
And last night I had the worst night’s sleep I’ve had in a very, very long time. (Not as much as one continuous hour’s sleep.) Continue reading

One Inch Wank

Posted in Sex on my own with tags , , , , , on November 9, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

Girls, you’ve got it easy! The clitoris makes you supremely equipped for covert wanking. For men, it’s not so easy. We mostly need to simulate a thrusting motion to suitably stimulate ourselves, which is not exactly conducive to secrecy. Not the case with a clit. You will know, far better than I, what tingling delights can result from just half an inch of reciprocating finger movement. (And if you don’t know this, what the hell have you been doing? Get your hand in your panties right now and start tickling your clit! You’ll be amazed at what you’ve been missing.)

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