Probably the sexiest single moment of my life happened to me a couple of years ago. I came home late from a night out with the girls to find my boyfriend asleep on the sofa.

I kissed him lightly to wake him but he was obviously as drunk as me and he really didn't want to wake up. Frustrated I threw a blanket over him and headed up to bed.

Alone in my bedroom I slipped out of my clothes, took my make up off and climbed into bed naked.

As I lay there, my mind replaying some of the fun I'd had that night I started to absent mindedly stroke my breasts.

I often masturbate before I sleep, I find it relaxes me and that night was no exception.

Within a couple of minutes I was well into my tried and tested 'routine'. I spread my legs as wide apart as I can get them, my left hand plays with my softness, my right hand teases my nipples.

Sometimes when I've been drinking it takes me longer to cum than normal, other times I scream into orgasm at record speed. That night was one of those times and before I knew it I was climaxing loudly. I had obviously been very noisy because as I lay there trying to get my breath back I noticed my boyfriend standing in the doorway. He'd obviously been watching me play and was now busily pulling himself. The combination of my orgasm and the wine I'd drunk left me drifting into a contented sleep as I watched my boyfriend's silhouette masturbating furiously by the door. My eyelids had already closed as I heard the sound of his climax arriving. The next morning I was surprised when I woke up alone in the bed. I pulled my dressing gown on and wandered downstairs. My boyfriend was making coffee and looking very ill indeed.

'I'm sorry I slept on the sofa hun' he said as he kissed me good morning. 'I would have gone to bed but I wanted to warn you that one of the guys from our Manchester office was staying the night. I guess I couldn't keep my eyes open, I didn't even hear you come in.

' I felt the colour drain from my face 'When did you wake up?' I asked him gently.

'About ten minutes ago' he replied. As he poured us both a coffee he explained how he'd gone for a quick pint with a bloke who'd come from his firm's other offices to install their new computers. Because he knew I was going to be out, one pint had led to another which had meant his new friend couldn't drive home so my boyfriend had offered him the spare room and they'd made a night of it. Our guest had left before either of us woke up so I never got to meet him.

Was it you?