I think that our bed is magic. Last spring or summer, SwingBot and I purchased a Sleep Number split-king bed and some accompanying bedding. I am not going to turn this into a big ad for Sleep Number (and no, I have not been paid or such by the company to mention them in my little blog), but the bed and the bedding are sooo nice.
On New Year\’s Day, I finally succumbed to SwingBot\’s cold. Since it was not coupled with his sinus infection, I fared better… but was still sick. My worst two days were Tuesday and Wednesday. Had I simply rested on Tuesday, then I probably would have been mostly recovered by Wednesday. Silly me; I opted to go walk dogs and then drive SwingBot and I out to lunch (and to share our plague) in another town. When only a few blocks away from home on the return drive, a headache and weariness suddenly hit me. I spent the afternoon crashed on the couch, and then the evening still crashed on the couch. Come Wednesday morning, I rose only to let the dogs out and back in, and then slogged back to bed. I finally rose enough to feed the animals and myself, and then returned to bed again.
In bed, I mostly lay awake (or in and out of sleep, I am not sure), too exhausted to feel restless or want entertainment. Besides, just lying amidst the warm softness of the bedding was entertainment enough. As has happened many times before — when I was not ill — lying in that bed, surrounded by those sheets, pillows, and blankets, I felt horny.
The touch of the sheets felt like tender caresses on my skin. The two body pillows that sandwich me felt like partners snuggling close to me. My legs were parted and I wore a tee-shirt, but nothing from the waist down. The weight of the blanket and comforter pushed the soft, smooth sheet gently against my sex, but not in full, form-fitting contact. It felt like a partner cupping his hand gently over my cunt, teasingly just avoiding touching me.
I shifted and the bedding adjusted to give me a new sensation. It seemed like a pair of testicles were lightly resting on my cunt, their owner denying us both contact between his cock and my cunt. I shifted again, and felt a pressure against my thigh, as though that partner had moved himself lower and pressed his erection against my leg. Each movement seemed to result in a sexy new tease by a phantom lover, tenderly caressing me as I lay sick in bed.
I rose, took a shower, dressed, and collapsed on the couch, with its rougher single comforter. I am sick, darn it, and need my rest, not to be yearning for more sex!