S and I talked for what seemed like hours. (And when I look at my alarm clock that's glowing in the dark next to my bed, I realize it not only seemed like it.) Fantasies, real wishes, dreams, fears, more fantasies.
He came, but I was too tired... I had been caressing myself forever, but was somehow too sleepy to really go from there to actively masturbating.
But as it turned out I was too aroused to sleep, so after he had signed off I had to make myself come anyway.
A delicious night, of which much more could be said, had I not been so sleepy, and had it not been so late.
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