(Then again, who's to say that you have to have sex in bed? But that's a whole different debate...)
There is always the sex that you can have any time of the day. That frantic, sleepy morning sex. The lunchtime quickie. The afternoon in
I always sleep naked, but even if you don't, there's the fact that - unless you are Sid from Toy Story - you take your clothes off before getting into pyjamas/bed. And last night, despite her tantalising hint, I wasn't fully expecting The Drinker to be wearing anything more than slightly sexy underwear. I wasn't expecting, however, a lacy, red and black, tight supporting and very sexy corset to be wrapped around her torso. But there it was, and after close and purely observational exploration, I concluded it to be real.
It stayed on.
And if it weren't night time, we may well have been having sex, but it wouldn't have had the lack of light - which, as I'm sure you can imagine, added to the charmplusplus - nor would clothes have had to come off.
And to support that statement, let's imagine for a moment that they just may have stayed on, had it not been night time...
...no? Me neither.