So last night I was texting Nice Guy and we were talking about how we probably wouldn't be able to get together until Thursday. Then he suggested he could maybe come see that night. I told him I was already in lingerie and in bed and that I had every intention of going to sleep but if he wanted to come sleep that would be okay with me. I think the mention of lingerie motivated him a little because he came right over.
We did just go to sleep though. Then in the middle of the night I had a dream that I had left little pieces of plastic on the end of the bed and that the dogs would eat them and choke if I didn't clean them up. So I got out of bed and was looking for these little pieces of plastic and Nice Guy was looking at me and asked what I was doing. At which point I realized I had been dreaming about the plastic and quickly jumped back into bed. Then later on he was lying on his side facing me and then turned to lie on his back and I have no idea what I was thinking or dreaming but I swear I thought he was falling off the bed. So I grabbed at him and came smack down down on his thigh, very close to his manhood and scared the shit out of him. He thought he had touched me inappropriately and I was really mad at him. It took me a little while before I stopped laughing to be able to tell him I was trying to save him from falling off the bed. Which he clearly wasn't, it's a queen sized bed... I don't know what I was thinking.... I obviously need more sleep.
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