Let me first introduce myself: I am a man who lives together with his girlfriend. The rest is none of your business ;-)
Apparently I've been moving in my sleep a lot recently, since I often wake up with the duvet all on the other side of the bed. Now I'd love to blame my girlfriend for hogging it, but it also happened when she was on away a city trip with a friend, so I can't.
This morning when I woke up, my girlfriend touched me and exclaimed that I was stone cold. Until recently the weather was warm enough, but now autumn has arrived and temperatures have plummeted. Now I am not bothered too much by a little chill, but she is afraid I might catch a cold or get a bladder infection, and she might have a point. Work is too busy at the moment for me to afford sick days. So she said she would think about a solution, and now it is bed time. She went up some 10 minutes ago to prepare, not willing to tell me what she came up with yet, and now calls to me to get up there.
In the bedroom she is standing with a plastic bag in her hands, and I notice she has made up the bed with 2 separate duvets; the thicker one for winter on her side, and the thinner one for summer on my side. Now how is that going to keep me warm??
Then she pulls something black and white from the bag. When she holds it up I recognize it as the cat costume she wore last Halloween. A one piece suit, like a onesie, with paws for hands and feet, and a hood with ears. She also wore a cute bejeweled collar with it, and of course some makeup with whiskers and such on her face. Since the paws were attached to the sleeves, she couldn't do much with her hands, so I took care of her, fed her tidbits, got her a straw for her drinks, and so on. That was fun since I could tickle her and touch some sensitive spots while she could not defend herself so well.
Now what is she doing with that? Does she want to do some role-playing? Tire me out so I don't move as much during sleep perhaps? With her all wrapped up in the suit sex would be out of the question, but of course her mouth would still be available. And maybe add a little leash to that collar? That might be fun!
But she has other plans, and explains to me that since I can't count on the duvet to keep me warm, I should wear something warm instead, and use a thinner duvet. Not wanting to wait for us to go shopping and find a suitable fleece onesie for me, and spend money on something that might not work, she thought I might try this one, the only warm one-piece suit that we have, to see how it worked out and if I could sleep well with it. A one piece would be best because then the top can't creep up and leave my torso exposed. And since the costume allowed for clothes underneath to wear outside, it should probably be big enough for me too.
Wow, she has really thought this through! I can follow her reasoning, but I don't see myself wearing such a woman's costume. It is only for the night though, and no one else will see me. So she finally manages to convince me, opens the zipper and lets me step in. Oh yes, that is true, the zipper on this suit is in the back - I guess with costumes it should not be visible. But the fabric is soft and warm. Perhaps this could work?
Then she lifts the top half and holds it open to put my arms in. Strange to put something on that way; I only experienced that once before with a hospital gown. So I stick my arms in, until my hands reach the end of the sleeves, where of course they don't come out because of the attached paws. My fingers touch the end of the paws, but the top won't quite pass over my shoulders: the arms are not quite long enough. Then I get the order to make fists, and finally she can pull the suit over my shoulders and I am fully in. Quickly she pulls up the zipper. She even puts the hood over my head since the zipper ends there at the top. But now I can't even stretch my fingers - am I supposed to keep making fists all night? But she makes light of my complaints: it is not like I need to handle anything at night anyway. And I hardly ever need a bathroom break before morning.
Well, I promised her I'd give it a try, so I can't quit now. At least I can't complain about the cold: covered in fleece all over, I might not even need the duvet. But getting into bed, it feels quite strange not to feel the sheets on my skin, and with the paws I cannot even grab the duvet to pull it up. So my girlfriend pulls it up, tugs me in and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I sort of want to protest that I'm not a toddler anymore, but it is a rather tender gesture, and it reminds me of more carefree times. So I swallow my complaints.
But if she thinks I will be able to sleep, all wrapped up like this? Let me at least get the hood down. Not easy either with my hands balled up in the paws, and I'm not getting anywhere. It seems like the face opening might be too small for my head, so I just have to leave it on. This is really not going to work... And that is my last conscious thought. Next thing I know there is light coming through the window, and she is stroking me and rubbing my belly like you would a cat. I can't participate much with my hands out of commission, but the stroking turns into fondling, and moves up from there. Finally she lets me out of the suit and we have just enough time for some spectacular sex before I need to leave for work. Before I leave she tells me that I seem to have slept better than in a long while, even though I was still moving a lot, and the duvet hadn't stayed on. I do feel more rested, even after the unusual morning exercise.
A few days later I'm still wearing the cat costume at night, since we haven't yet managed to find the time to buy a regular onesie for me. This morning I wake up by myself for the first time, instead of from my girlfriend's attentions. But there is something different. After a moment I realize I can't move my legs apart. The legs of the costume seem to stick together. That is weird - when I got into bed last night they were still normal! After some struggling with my useless hands I manage to push the duvet out of the way, and see there seems to be a zipper between the legs that is closed now and keeps the lower legs together. My girlfriend has woken in the meantime and when I angrily ask what is the meaning of this, she explains that since I still moved so much, she wanted to see if it was better if my legs were held together, so she sewed two zipper halves to the legs and connected them after I fell asleep. I'm still upset that she just did it without even letting me know, but when she asks if the duvet was still in place when I woke up, I realize that it was, and she seems to be right again.
Then the fondling starts again, and with both hands and legs out of commission, I just relax and enjoy it. This way it seems to be even more exciting! And when I'm finally let out I explode within her after no time at all.
So now I'm wondering: should I perhaps start flailing around more with my arms during 'sleep'?