After a night of phone sex with my lover, I still hadn't enough. So, with my husband lying on his side of our bed where we've conceived our children, I began to play with myself under the sheets.

 

Not sure if it was exhaustion from the day or if I actually finished. All I remember is waking up hanging off the edge of the bed with one of my previously mentioned children sprawled on 3/4 of the bed.

 

Don't know when she climbed into our bed.  At 4 a.m. wasn't sure where my husband was sleeping. At that moment, I just wanted to make sure my nightgown covered my pantiless crotch and then I turned into Super Mommy, reaching over to check the forehead for signs of fever and tucking the blankets around the little one.

 

As I began my day, I still  wondered where I left off with what seems to be the way the night ends -- solo pleasure. There's always tonight to try again.