I was totally jazzed about this cause I’ve never been crazy about the poly condoms Wes and I use (Trojan Supra).  The polyurethane material pinches my pussy, and it burns Wes’s dick.  Not fun.

Since Wes always complains about a lack of sensitivity with the poly condoms (even though they’re reallllllly thin) I bought the thinnest latex condoms I could find…Trojan Ultra-Thin.  Much to my delight they were as thin and transparent as the Supras.

Alrightyyyy!

Guess what?  We gave them a test drive on one of our sex dates a few weeks ago, and I was right!  I don’t have an allergy to latex condoms.  *happy dance, happy dance*  In fact they felt much better than the poly condoms and work just fine with the KY Liquibeads.  No pussy-pinching for me.  No cock-burn for Wes. 

Yay!

I was so thrilled I tweeted about it the rest of the night on Twitter and Facebook.  You know I did.  *kinky grin*

Since I haven’t been able to blog much about my sex life the last few months you might not know Wes and I have been taking my fav sex books to bed with us.  Let’s just say I’ve been in the mood to experiment and try a bunch of new sex positions.  In fact we’re doing so much of this on our sex dates you could almost shoot a porn video of us.  Seriously.  Wes gives me a few fab Os in positions he knows ring my bell.  Then we hit the books and go from one sex position to the next, asking,” How does that feel?”  If it doesn’t feel good to both of us we move on to the next position.

Those of you who’ve been reading this blog for a few years know my fav BJ book is Tickle His Pickle: Your Hands-on Guide to Penis Pleasing by Dr. Sadie Allison.  Well, she’s got another fab book called Ride ‘Em Cowgirl: Sex Position Secrets for Better Bucking. 

GAWD, dontcha love her titles?  The woman just cracks me up!

So this is the book I tossed on the bed before our sex date on Sunday.  OMG, I looked so cute when I walked into the bedroom, too.  I had on a fav pair of zebra-striped panties trimmed with red & black lace with satin ribbons.  I do adore my animal-print lingerie. *slutty grin*

Of course, Wes made quick work of stripping them off of me.  Yumm!

“I love your nipples,” he murmurs, sucking and pinching them into tight beads.  Then he gives me so many breast Os my bottom lip goes numb and starts to tingle.

“You do?”  Okay, he’s never said that before.  Not in the 32 years I’ve been fucking the man.

“Sure,” he replies, driving me crazy with his fingers.  “I’ve always loved your nipples.”

“You mean you’re a breast man, and you love all nipples.”  Hey, I need some qualifying here.

“No,” he corrects, licking my nipples thoroughly.  “I love your tiny little nipples.”

Okay, score major points for the Uber Alpha!  Then he grabs my face and kisses me passionately.  YOWZA!  He never does that. 

So what’s a slut to do?  I jump him cause I always hold back with him.  Wes prefers sweet kisses rather than the rabid-animal-eating-at-your-face kinda kisses I love.  After a few minutes he pulls me off of him.  His eyes are almost black with lust, and he’s stroking his dick. 

“We need to get that condom on me now,” he growls.  He knew I wanted to play for a long time, so he not only took a Viagra but also three herbal cock boosters (Steel-Libido) an hour before our date.

Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice.  I pluck a condom from the pile I brought with me, roll it over his steely tool, jump on the bed, and spread.  “Fuck me, baby,” I purr, flashing my thoroughly lubed pussy at him.  

Wow, he’s on me in a flash and so excited he enters me with one long thrust.  Whoosh!  Then we’re off to the races. 

After I have three screaming Os, I ask, “Hey, wanna try something new?” 

“I dunno,” he replies, rolling away from me, stroking his dick to keep it hard while I grab the book. 

Lately, we’ve been trying multiple variations on the classic cowgirl position.  Shoving two pillows up against the headboard, I say, “Sit up here with your back against the wall and let’s try the Ultimate Takedown position.”

Wes sits against the pillows and the headboard.  I crawl on top of him and impale myself on his dick, bringing my knees up, while keeping my feet flat on the bed beside his chest.  I lean over him and grab the headboard, pumping slowly. 

“How does that feel?” he asks.

“Meh,” I reply.  “Better if you push up into me like….squeeeee!…THAT!”  Okay, that felt good.  But I can’t keep it up.  Even though I jog two miles a day now my thighs don’t last long in this cramped position.

“You need to work out more,” Wes teases, sitting on his ass, winking at me while I do all the work.

“Yeah, right,” I snort, moving my legs down.  “You wish you worked out as much as I do every day.”

Wes laughs.  “No, I don’t.  What’s next, darlin’?”

Then we try the Three Legged Fox, but his knee starts to hurt.  So I go through the book trying all the positions I bunny-eared for this sex date.   Some felt fab, but we’re searching for another 5-star position to add to our regular sex life, and none of them worked that well for us.  Plus, Wes has a bad back and knee, which means some positions we can’t do, and others we have to be careful with. 

Finally, I say, “I wanna try one more.  How about this?”  I make him sit up again in the Ultimate Takedown position.  Then I impale myself on his hard tool and lean all the way back, bracing my hands behind me between his knees.  Bowing my back like a pretzel, I place my feet under his arms.  “This is called The Rock.”

I start pumping, like I’m doing reverse push-ups, which is surprisingly easy in this gymnastic position.  Who knew?

“How does it feel?” he asks, looking doubtful.

“Okay,” I reply.  “Probably better if you push up with your hips and meet my thrusts like….squeeeee…..THAT!!!”

OMG!  I think I just saw stars.  Damn, that felt good.  In fact I had a G-spot O so fast I lost my rhythm.  Yeah, this is the one we’re gonna thoroughly test on our next sex date.  No doubt about it.  It has all the markings of a 5-star position.

After I have a few more Os, Wes finishes and we collapse on the bed.  I’m purring, totally satiated for the moment, and he’s breathing hard.  But he smiling, so I can tell he had a good time, and he’s pleased he survived another one of my gymnastic sex dates.

“I can’t believe my birthday is Sunday,” he muses after a while, running his hand through his long blonde hair, which is damp with perspiration. 

“Hard to believe you’re gonna be 58,” I tease.  “That’s two years away from 60!”

He sighs.  “60 is gonna be freaky for sure.”

“At least you’ll still have a hard dick,” I purr.  “But old-man dick sure is expensive with testosterone shots and Viagra and Steel-Libido and…. ..squeeeee!”

Suddenly, Wes flips me over, and his lips latch onto my nipples again.  “I’ll show you who’s an old man,” he threatens, thoroughly worshiping my insatiable breasts.

What can I say?  I just love it when a plan comes together…  *sneaky grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
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(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
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But now that everything is rolling along in a positive direction again, not only can I get back to my regular novel-writing schedule but I can also resume blogging about my fav subject.  SEX!

However I realized I couldn’t start blogging about my sex life with Wes without first telling you how and why it’s changed.   And it has.  In a rather shocking way, actually.  So that’s what this post is about.

It seems everything I went through this year changed me.  Really, it did.  I’m no longer the easy-going slut I used to be.  All the career and personal shit I endured this year from the Alpha men in my life changed my personality. 

For one thing, I have a temper.  I never had a temper before.  But now I do, and it erupts suddenly.  Yeah, I’m still getting used to that.  “Weird” doesn’t begin to describe how it feels.  And that has affected the way I talk.  OMG, my mouth is ten times trashier now!  Especially when this new temper of mine flares up.  Damn, it’s vicious.  Because of that and the fact I get pissed off so easily and I go claws out at a moment’s notice, my relationship and my sex life have changed.

Basically, I’m scaring the shit outta Wes, and it’s making him behave amazingly well.  Who knew?  That means the man is no longer in the doghouse like he was the first 5 months of this year.  He’s too afraid to fuck up.  He knows I could attack at any moment.  And I gotta say the look on his face is priceless when I do.

Okay, I’m loving that part.  lol 

As you can imagine, this has affected our sex life as well.  He was always a great fuck.  But now he’s more careful of me emotionally than he ever was.  He goes out of his way to be nice to me.  Consequently, my sex life is awesome.  Wes and I are fucking like bunnies on crack and having a blast.  I guess you could say he treats me with kid gloves now cause he thinks I’ve gone a little psycho.  And I have.  For a while I thought this personality change of mine was temporary.  But much to his dismay (and horror) it seems to be permanent. 

It’s just that I’ve been pushed too far this year.  I was a really nice person.  But for some reason the Alpha men in my life didn’t appreciate that.  They thought they could run all over me.  Not!  So they pushed and pushed and pushed until I finally went off the deep end.  It changed me, and to tell you the truth I’m still getting used to it myself.

To do a better job of explaining this, I was asked by Book Faery last month to write a guest post for her August blogging event about Alpha heroes in novels.  I told her mine would be an anti-Alpha post (because I detest the fuckers these days), and she said she was cool with that.  Her event runs through this entire month, and you can read more about it here: http://book-faery.blogspot.com/2010/07/introducing-battle-of-sexies.html

But don’t worry.  I’m still a sweet Beta.  However, if you’re an Alpha man, beware.  All bets are off where you’re concerned.  And that sweet chick you used to know?  Hey, she doesn’t live here anymore….

*******

 Alpha Men?  Don’t Get Me Started!

by Laura Stamps

I have no idea if every guest post in this blog event is gonna be glorifying Alpha heroes in novels.  If so, just consider this your anti-Alpha post (lol).  Seriously, I told Tori when she invited me that I despise Alpha men these days.  No way I can write anything flattering about them.  But she said that was cool, so here I am. 

Okay, if you’ve read any of my novels you know NONE of my yummy hunky heroes are Alphas.  Why?  Because there are too many freakin’ arrogant clueless Alpha men in my real life, that’s why. 

Or there used to be. 

f you read my blog or know me from Twitter, Facebook, or Goodreads, you know there are lots of things about Alpha men that piss me off these days.  But the thing that irritates me the most is that they’re such arrogant bastards.   

Let me back up for a minute.  I learned at a very early age the only person who can make me happy is ME.  To do this I had to become “proactive” rather than “reactive.” 

“Proactive” means I do my own thing regardless of the insanity happening around me, regardless of what anyone thinks.  My happiness comes from within, and I know it cannot be shaken unless I allow it. 

“Reactive” means your happiness is dependent upon external things, on what’s happening around you.  It’s a “victim” mentality.  Being a victim is NOT my thing.  Been there, done that as a defenseless kid from an abusive family.  Ain’t going back! 

When you’re proactive, you’re moving forward.  It’s an “offensive” position.  When you’re reactive, you’re retreating.  It’s a “defensive” position, meaning you allow yourself to be backed into a corner where you’re constantly having to defend yourself.  Or prove yourself.  Over and over and over again. 

What a snooze! 

Arrogant Alpha men have a talent for putting women in a defensive position simply because they always think they’re right, which means everyone else is wrong.  If you disagree with an Alpha man you’re ALWAYS having to defend your opinion.  Of course, after a while you realize it doesn’t matter because the Alpha thinks he’s right, and he ain’t budging.   

Being proactive is empowering because you keep your power.  Being reactive makes you powerless, because you’ve given your power away to the petty tyrants in your life. 

Hey, forget THAT! 

Bottom line: I’m a Beta, and if my life is full of fighting and arguing then I’m not having fun.  If I’m not having fun, then my life isn’t working.  Time to make some changes and get the fun back, ya know? 

Unfortunately, Beta women attract Alpha men like bees to honey.  It’s like a disease.  That means my entire life I’ve been surrounded by Alpha men.  Thus, the reason they do NOT make an appearance in my novels.  Why?  Because I know these guys too well.  Every time a novel with an Alpha hero ends with him suddenly gaining new brain cells and realizing what an ass he’s been to the sweet Beta heroine I wanna turn that novel into a wallbanger.  Of course she thinks he’s now reformed for life, and they’ll live happily ever after.   

Hardly. 

The reality is most Alphas continue with this arrogant ego shit for the rest of their lives.  In my case, after 35 years, I’d had enough.  I finally got to the point where I was tired of these bastards putting me in the position of having to defend my opinions, the naughty way I talk, the way I write my novels, the way I write my blog posts, my outlook on life, you name it. 

Know what I say to that?  FUCK IT! 

I’m a proactive slut.  I don’t have to defend my work or my opinions or my outlook on life to anyone.  If they can’t accept me as I am then they can just move along.  I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do regardless of whether the Alpha men in my life “approve” or not. 

So I cleaned house.  Yes, I did.  I dumped the Alpha publisher, the Alpha agent, and all the Alpha men in my biz life.  Couldn’t dump my Alpha husband, Wes, so I threw him in the doghouse.  Again and again and again.   

Then my Alpha girlfriends offered to give me “Bitch Lessons.”  Alrightyyyy!  They kept telling me I’m too nice, too generous, too sweet, my heart is too big, and I take too much shit off these Alpha assholes.  And this time I agreed. 

Now I’m a “Bitch-in-Training.”   

All I can say is: Damn, this bitch stuff is hard!  But my Alpha girlfriends are being patient with me.  Much to their delight I have learned a few skills.  I get pissed off at the drop of a hat now.  And I’ve got the claws-out thing down pretty good, too. 

In fact, I’m scaring the shit outta Wes these days.  Consequently, the man is nicer to me than he’s been in the 32 years I’ve been fucking him.   

Who knew?   

I’ve also been retraining myself NOT to get an instant panty-melt when an Alpha man crosses my path.  Damn, that’s hard, too.  But I’m making progress.  Now when one comes near me (it’s that bees-to-honey thing again) I say, “Down, Tiger!” to my pussy and walk away. 

I do. 

Yeah, I’m rather proud of myself these days.  This sweet slutty Beta has not only pulled off a miracle fixing the freakin’ mess my ex-agent (Alpha asshole) made of my career, but I’ve also kicked out every Alpha man in my biz and professional life.   

Well, except Wes.  But he’s still bending over backwards to be nice to me.  And the minute he fucks up I scream bloody murder and go claws out. 

Turns out these are really handy skills.  Who knew?  lmao!

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
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Plus……drum roll……The Memoir Series will be coming out in the next week or so.  HAWT DAMN, these are gorgeous covers!!  Can’t wait for you to see them.  Alex has got to be the most talented cover designer EVER.  Not to mention I’m thrilled to have my X-rated blog published in book form.  Finally!  And not just in one book, but three: Being Naughty, Still Naughty, and Always Naughty. 

Sounds just like me, doesn’t it?  Of course!  *wicked grin* 

Speaking of hot sex, I know I haven’t had much of that on this blog for the last month or so.  Sorry.  Wes and I are still fucking like bunnies on crack, and he’s behaving very nicely these days.  But I’ve been so slammed with book biz stuff I haven’t had the time to write about it.

So here’s the next best thing.  How about hot sex with Wynn and Noelle from Bewitched at the Beach: Book Two of the Rune Witch Series?  Thought you might like some kinky hot tub sex to get you over (or under) “Hump Day.”  Enjoy the first chapter of this sizzling novella available in the Kindle Store at:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=laura+stamps&x=15&y=18

Or at my book site: http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com

Bewitched at the Beach: Book Two of the Rune Witch Series

Laura Stamps ©

CHAPTER ONE

“Hey.”  Tuesday afternoon, the third week of August, and Noelle holds her cell phone in one hand while her other hand rests on her slim hip.  Standing at the glass door of the import store she manages, she watches the late summer sun bake the store’s asphalt parking lot, sending shimmering waves of heat snaking across its inky surface.  “What’s up?”

A sexy growl rumbles through Wynn’s throat.  “My dick is always up for you, darlin’,” he teases.

Noelle snorts.  “Tell me something I don’t know, cat-man.”  She steps back as three cars pull into the parking lot, and several women emerge, walk through the door, and into the store.  Turning around, Noelle signals to one of her employees, pointing toward the new customers.  “Seriously, we’re starting to get busy here.  Stop wasting my time and tell me why you’re calling.”

Wynn chuckles.  “Patience, darlin’.  You’ll like this.”

“I better,” she warns. 

“Are you working this weekend?”

“Just Saturday,” she replies.  “I’m opening, and you know how cranky that makes me.”  She shakes her head and groans.  “I’ll never be one of those perky morning people.”

Wynn chuckles.  “Tell me something I don’t know, sugar.”

“Quit fooling around, cat-man!  I’m not having a good day.  Our air is on the fritz again, and I’ve got two men on the roof right now trying to fix it.  I’m hot, and, I swear, if they tell me one more time that unit is terminal, I’ll…..”  Noelle impatiently taps the stiletto heel of her boot on the tile floor.  “Argh!”

“Relax, sugar.  What would you say about spending three nights at Hilton Head?  We’d leave on Friday and come back Monday afternoon.”

“I’d say you’re dreaming.”  Noelle runs her hand through onyx, gel-spiked hair, blotting the back of her moist neck with her collar.

“Maybe not, darlin’.”

“Then spill.”

“Dray went to a supplier party a few weeks ago.  They had door prizes, and he won a trip to Hilton Head this weekend.  The beach isn’t his thing, so he offered it to me.  I wanted to run it by you first before I told him I’d take it.”

“Cool!”  She turns away from a woman looking at a display of baskets imported from Africa.   “But your boss is a daywalker, right?” she whispers into the phone.  “Why is he giving up such a great trip?”

“Sugar, daywalker vamps can walk in the sun,” Wynn explains.  “They just can’t bake in it.”

“Gotcha.”  Noelle snickers.  “Dray in swim trunks lying on the beach, soaking up rays.  Yeah, that’ll never happen.”

“Exactly,” Wynn replies.  “So do you wanna go?”

“Absolutely.”  Noelle hurries to the counter and pulls out the weekly schedule from the shelf beneath the cash register.  “Tell Dray we’ll take it.  I can find someone to cover for me on Saturday.  My assistant manager owes me a favor anyway.”  She lays the schedule on the counter.  “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent.”  Wynn growls again, his voice low, and sexy.  “Maybe after dinner tonight you could model that bikini you bought last summer at Dillards.  You know, the skimpy black one.”

Noelle snickers.  “Down, boy.”

*     *     *     *     *

The sun slowly sinks in the sky when they approach the beach house on Friday evening.  Decorative clumps of sea oats are scattered throughout the front yard and sway lazily in a salty breeze. 

“Sweet,” Noelle muses, yawning and stretching after the long drive.  She throws her arms up over her head and wiggles in her seat, grateful Wynn could leave work early that afternoon and beat the traffic coming home to pick her up.  Thirty minutes later they tossed their luggage in the car and hit the road for the three-hour drive to the coast.

Even though she loves to tease Wynn about his fancy sports car, Noelle appreciates how it pampers her body.  Especially on a road trip.  Soft leather seats cushion her back, while an expensive sound system floods the car with classic rock.  Tinted windows filter the scorching South Carolina sun. 

As Wynn turns into the driveway, Noelle glances out the window at the expensive beach houses lining the street.  All are painted in pastel colors, sprawling across spacious lots, each landscaped to provide plenty of privacy.  Several luxury hotels rise from the beach next to the neighborhood.

After he parks the car, Wynn hops out and grabs his travel bag and the large black backpack Noelle uses for short trips.  Slinging the straps of both over his shoulder, he rummages through his pocket for the key Dray gave him before he left the office.

“What do you think?” Wynn asks, closing Noelle’s door when she steps out.

“Nice, ” she replies, turning around to weave her fingers through his as they walk toward the house.  “Isn’t it?”

“Very.”  Wynn bends over to brush his lips across her cheek before slipping the key in the front door.

A cool blast of air conditioning bathes Noelle’s face.  Wynn pushes the door open and stands back, allowing her to walk through the entryway into an airy living room.  Her stiletto heels click loudly across spotless hardwood floors.

“Awesome,” she says, flipping the latch on the sliding glass door and stepping out onto a wide deck wrapping around the back of the house.

Wynn drops their luggage on the sofa and follows her outside.  Standing behind Noelle, he draws her back against his chest, slipping his hands beneath the black tank top she threw on before she left Columbia.  He playfully tugs on the silver ring piercing her navel before his fingers glide up to cup her breasts.  Dragging his thumbs across her nipples, he chuckles when they instantly harden into tight buds. 

“No bra today, sugar?”  Wynn dips his head, nuzzling her neck.

Noelle purrs and leans against him.  “Like you just noticed, cat-man.”  She places her hands over his and grinds her hip into his growing erection.

He growls and sucks her earlobe into his mouth, nipping it gently.

“Ouch!” Noelle yelps, elbowing the unmoving wall of his chest.  “That hurt.”

Wynn ignores her outburst, moving her toward a hot tub recessed into the deck.  He kisses her collarbone.  “Want to go skinny dipping, darlin’?”

“Sounds good to me.”  Noelle snickers, noticing the row of tall bushes on each side of the property that form natural privacy walls.  “Looks like we won’t be freaking out the neighbors.”

Wynn laughs.  “Since when do you care?” 

“Good point.”

He turns her around in his arms and claims her mouth. 

Noelle gasps as his tongue flicks across her bottom lip and then plunges into her mouth, devouring her.  His hands massage her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

She moans and melts into him, hungrily returning his kiss, her hand tangled in his long dark hair.  Slipping her fingers between their bodies, she gives his hard cock a squeeze, and he inhales sharply.

“Dear Goddess,” she breathes, when he releases her mouth.  “You’re frisky tonight.”  She fans her face and pulls out of his embrace.  “Let me find the bathroom in this place, and I’ll be back.”

She walks over to the edge of the hot tub, eying it suspiciously.  “Is this thing warm?”

Wynn squats down and dips his hand into the water.  “I guess whoever cleans this place got it ready for us.”  He looks up at her.  “Try it and see.”

She bends over and sticks a finger in.  “Mmm, I like that,” she purrs, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Flirt with me, sugar, and I’ll take you right here on the deck,” he warns, his dark eyes shining.

“Promise?” Noelle teases.  She squeals and dodges his hands, running through the open sliding glass door and into the house, laughing.  “You’re so easy, cat-man!”

She swipes her backpack off the sofa and dashes down the hall in search of the bedroom.  Stopping at the first door on her right, she finds an office with a computer, printer, and fax machine. 

“Not what I’m looking for,” she mumbles, turning back into the hall and walking through the door on her left.

“Bingo.”  Noelle tosses her backpack on the king-size bed and wanders through an arched doorway into a master bathroom larger than her kitchen in Columbia.  After she freshens up, she strips off her clothes and pads back through the house.

When Noelle opens the sliding glass door, she sees Wynn lounging in the hot tub.  Two bottles of water sit beside him on the deck next to a plate piled high with nut butter sandwiches and apple slices.

His eyes are closed, and he’s taken the band out of his thick black hair, which spills in glossy waves over his shoulders and into the warm water.  His head rests against the back of the tub. 

When Noelle steps through the door his eyes open, and he sits up.  Warm water cascades down his lean chest and the sinewy muscles of his arms.  Reaching for one of the bottles, he moves with leonine grace.  Just like the cat he becomes when he shifts.

Noelle sighs as she watches him, her eyes caressing his gorgeous body, wandering down from his high cheekbones to his broad shoulders.  Wynn’s chest is covered with a dark dusting of soft hair, and her fingers itch to travel through it.  She licks her lips and closes the door, amazed how the sight of him still spikes her libido even after five years together.

“Like what you see, darlin’?” Wynn teases, taking a sip of water and winking at her.

“You wish, cat-man,” she snorts, stepping carefully into the hot tub.

He chuckles and holds out his hand to steady her.

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing toward the plate of food.  “You know I only do organic.  I’ll bet there’s nothing organic in that entire kitchen.”

Wynn pulls her onto his lap, hooking her knees around his hips. 

Facing him, Noelle feels his meaty erection pressing against her stomach, and her sex clenches with anticipation.

“That’s a bet you’d lose, sugar.”

“No way,” she protests, opening her mouth as he feeds her a piece of fruit.

“I packed some of your favorite snacks before we left.”  He dips his head to lick a bead of water from her pert nipple.  “Trust me, darlin’.  You’re gonna need your strength this weekend.”

“Aren’t you the Boy Scout?” she murmurs, choking down a moan with a bite of apple.

Wynn grins up at her, his tongue circling her nipple, while his hand slides between her thighs.  “Always prepared.”  He cups her mound and presses his thumb against her clit.  “That’s my motto, sugar.”

“Wait!” Noelle exclaims, grabbing his hand and stilling it before he can plunge two fingers into her sex.  “I need some water to wash down this apple.”  She lifts his arm and waves it toward the water bottle.  “You’re driving me crazy, cat-man.”

Wynn laughs and hands the bottle to her.  After she takes a long gulp, she gives it back to him. 

Placing the water bottle on the deck, he grabs her hips, his long fingers kneading her ass.  “Ready now?” he asks, giving her a lusty grin.  “I can’t wait much longer, sugar.”

Noelle snickers, weaving her hands through his hair.  “Then don’t.”  She pulls him toward her, kissing him hungrily, her tongue invading his mouth to dance aggressively with his.

Wynn growls and shifts her hips on his lap.  While Noelle continues to ravage his mouth, he slides his hand down her flat stomach and between her thighs, stroking her clit.

A seagull cries overhead, floating down to the beach, while the sun sets on the fiery surface of the ocean.

Noelle clutches Wynn’s shoulders and leans back.  “Oh, that feels so good,” she moans. 

He plunges two fingers inside her, slowly pumping into her cunt, and she eagerly rides his hand.  Tiny waves ripple across the hot tub, reflecting the setting sun.

Her sex grips his fingers, and she can feel the first spasm of an orgasm coiling low in her belly.  Noelle whimpers and arches her back, thrusting her breasts out when intense pleasure explodes in her pussy.

Wynn chuckles.  “I love how responsive you are, darlin’.”  He pumps his fingers faster, while she grinds against his hand, riding the white-hot waves of her release.  Dipping his head, he suckles one nipple, nipping it gently.

Noelle screams when those little bites of pleasure-pain ignite a second orgasm, and her legs begin to shake.

“Hush, darlin’,” Wynn soothes, nuzzling her ear.  “You’ll scare the neighbors.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathes, laying her head on his shoulder, panting as the last tremors ripple through her.

“I know, sugar.”  Holding her against his chest with one hand, he pulls the other hand out, licks the remnants of her cream from his fingers, and reaches beside the plate of food for a foil packet.  After he rips it open with his teeth, Noelle takes the condom from him and rolls it over his engorged cock.

Caressing his erection with both hands, she nips his ear and whispers,  “Don’t let this go to your head, cat-man, but your dick is a work of art.”

Wynn laughs and slips down in the tub.  Lifting Noelle’s hips, he slides into her with one hard thrust.

“Dear Goddess, you’re tight,” he groans, rocking her slowly, pulling out almost all the way and then thrusting back into her.

Wanting to feel every delightful sensation as his thick shaft stretches her, Noelle brings her knees up, resting them against his chest, opening herself to take him as deeply as she can.  She closes her eyes and whimpers when he rolls over with her, rotating his hips to hit her G-spot.

“You’re like a drug, cat-man,” she breathes, clinging to him.  “I think I’m addicted to you.”

Moving Noelle beneath him, Wynn increases the speed of his strokes.  “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, sugar,” he groans.

“Then I must be delirious,” she replies, biting her lip as a lightning flash of bliss snakes through her pussy, shaking her with a powerful climax.

He reaches down through the warm water and pinches her clit again, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers as he slams into her.

Noelle cries out when another orgasm crashes on top of the last one.  Her inner muscles grab his cock, rippling up and down its length, squeezing him with spasms of pleasure.

Wynn groans loudly, his release shooting through his groin, spurting warm seed into the condom.  He rolls over and drags Noelle on top of him.

When she can move again, she nuzzles his wet chest.  “I like this hot tub,” she murmurs, warm water caressing her satisfied body. “We should get one of these for our backyard.”

Wynn chuckles, running his hand through his hair, damp with water and perspiration.  He hugs Noelle to him, tenderly stroking her back.  “I doubt we’d get any work done, darlin’.” 

A few minutes later he slips out of her and pulls off the used condom, tossing it on the deck.  Grabbing another foil packet, he rips it open.

“True,” Noelle agrees and then snickers.  “No wonder Savannah and Donnie spend so much time in that custom-built bathtub of theirs.”

Wynn snorts.  “I’m amazed he can leave for work every day with that kind of temptation.”

“He must have a lot of willpower,” Noelle muses, stroking the silky skin of his quickly recovering cock.

“Then he’s a better man than I am, sugar,” Wynn replies, rolling on the condom and slipping inside Noelle again, rocking his hips in a slow rhythm.

“Mmm, that feels good.”  She kisses his neck and then nips his collarbone.  “I’ve always thought willpower was highly overrated.”

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xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.LauraStamps.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch

Yay!

So here it is.  Hope you have a fab holiday!  Make me proud and do something naughty. 

Alrightyyyy!!!

(Interview at Not-Really-Southern Vamp Chick blog, May 2010)

Laura Stamps Interview & Giveaway!

For Day 5, we are joined by Laura Stamps for a very fun interview! Though, if you are under 18, it is probably time to stop reading now.

Thank you so much for joining me in my Giveaway-a-day Countdown to My Birthday Bash! It’s lovely to have you!

Can you tell me a little about yourself?

Sure. I’m a shameless slut, exhibitionist (BTW, have you seen my lingerie pics at Facebook? *kinky grin*), and voyeur addicted to lust, trashy lingerie, sex, and men’s dangly parts. I’m like the living version of one of the heroines in an erotica novel. I don’t just write this sex stuff. I live it.

Oh, wait! You wanted my official “author” bio, didn’t you? Sorry! Okay, I’m an award-winning erotica and paranormal romance novelist, whose blog is wickedly naughty (gee, what a surprise!). My work has been published in over a thousand magazines, literary journals, and anthologies worldwide. The recipient of a Pulitzer Prize nomination and seven Pushcart Award nominations, I’m the author of more than forty-five books. A Wiccan Faery Witch, Empath, and Psychic, I enjoy writing novels about contemporary Pagans living in the Deep South. Because I portray Pagans realistically, my novels are full of real spells, chants, and rituals.  You’ll also find romance and HOT sex in my books. Why? Because I’m totally oversexed and LOVE it (gee, what a surprise!).

Who are my publishers? A more accurate question would be who are my publishers “at the moment”? The last year has been insane for me in that one of my publishers suddenly went out of biz in March 2009, I got a new agent in June 2009, I signed a contract with a new publisher in February 2010, parted ways with my new agent in March 2010, and started publishing again with Kittyfeather Press in March 2010. Helluva a year, huh? *lmao* But at this moment, on April 22, 2010, my novels are published by Kittyfeather Press and Trytium Publishing. See? It’s definitely a moment to moment thing for me. Really. lol

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been a fulltime, professional writer for 23 years.

Can you tell us a bit about The Witchery Series?

It’s a sexy paranormal romance novel series in paperback at the moment (remember, that’s the key phrase for me) but should be coming out in ebook in July. In this series you’ll meet five wonderful Witches: Savannah, Maylene, Mirabella, Noelle, and Ravena. There’s something for everyone in this trilogy. The novels range from empowering to romantic to erotic. You’ll also find real spells, chants, and rituals in each one. Big fun! I wrote this series because I wanted to show people what real Witches and Pagans are like, since we’ve gotten such bad press for the last 2000+ years. I also wanted to show people how incredibly sex Pagan men are. So I have yummy, hunky Witches, Pagans, two-natured Fey (yes, they do exist), psychic vampires (yes, they do exist), vampires, and shapeshifters in this series.

Can you tell us about the serial novel A Vampire’s Kiss and The Manigault Vampires Series?

The Manigault Vampires is a serialized, romantic erotica series in ebook. The first novel in this series is A Vampire’s Kiss. In this series, you’ll meet Drayton Manigault, the owner of Manigault Technologies and one of the richest businessmen in Columbia, South Carolina. Dray also happens to be one of the oldest vampires in the city. All the Witches in The Witchery Series novels return in this series for lots of erotic, vampy fun with Dray, Val (Dray’s older brother), and Atwell Gibbs (their cousin). Did I mention how gorgeous these vamps are? Oh, yeah, they’re smokin’ HOT in and out of the bedroom. Trust me! *lusty grin*

Because of the publisher chaos I have endured the last 16 months, I ended up going that long without a new novel being published. HORRORS! Not to mention there were six finished books of mine waiting to be published during that time. Yeesh! So to treat my long-suffering fans I released the vamp series as a monthly serial through Kittyfeather Press. It’s like a sexy, X-rated vamp fix the first week of every month when each new installment is published. Yummmmmmy!

If you couldn’t tell by my name, I’m a bit of a vampire fan, what is your favorite paranormal being?

Damn, that’s a tough one. I almost said a “hard” one, but you told me to stay PG for this interview, and that’s one of those word-triggers for me, so…. *lol* I adore the shapeshifter, Wynn, in The Rune Witch Series. But I would have to say vamps are my favs. Vamps are sex-on-a-stick, and their bite gives you an instant O. I mean, what’s not to like? Duh!

Who are your favorite authors? What about your favorite movies?

Emma Holly, Kathy Love (her 2 vamp series are awesome), Sherrilyn Kenyon, Delilah Devlin (HAWT cowboy erotica), and Lora Leigh (Bound Hearts series). Fav movie? Underworld ROCKS!!!

What is your best birthday memory? Just in case let’s keep it PG-13. LOLHow did you know I was thinking HOT b-day sex? Oh, you read my naughty blog posts for the two weeks before and after my b-day this year on April 2, didn’t you? Whew! Can you say “Sexfest”? Oh, yeah… *sex-obsessed grin*

What are you working on right now?

When I’m not writing my monthly e-newsletter, or email mailings to my list, or weekly blog posts, or my “Dear SexWitch” sex advice column in Witches & Pagans magazine, I’m working on the vamp series. Like every day. Series novelists are strange creatures. If we go too many days without working on one of our series we’ll need serious meds. Being that I’m already delusional and always think I’m 18, I try to avoid the men in white coats and work on my series every day. Yesterday was a good example. I keep vampire hours, working until 3-4:00am, crashing, then waking up at noon, and starting all over again. But yesterday was my monthly acupuncture treatment, and it’s at 11:00am. SHIVERS! So I was awake yesterday for 20 hours. And I got 11 hours of writing in: 6 hours to write the April issue of my newsletter, and 5 hours of writing on the vamp series. The Manigault Vampires series is unique in that it is unlimited, so I spend a lot of time on it. All my other series are trilogies (The Witchery Series, The Rune Witch Series, and The Faery Witch Series). You can go to http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com/ to read more about all of them.

Do you have any upcoming appearances?

Not at the moment (amazing how that word keeps popping up, isn’t it? Of course, “popping up” sounds good too. Yummmy! But I digress…). Anyway, I used to do booksignings every month at my local Waldenbooks. But Borders closed 200 of their 300 Waldenbooks and Borders Express stores in January, and that was one of them. Bummer, cause I met some cool fans there from around the country. Plus, it’s in the mall, and the eye candy in the Deep South (I live in South Carolina) is AWESOME! Hunky guys of all ages with long gorgeous hair. Yumm! Sometimes I would be so enthralled with all the tasty male flesh walking by in the mall I’d forget I was there to sell books. Oops! Okay, so I’m a cougar. But that’s a good thing, right? lol

Where can we find you? (website, blog, twitter, facebook, etc.)Everywhere, actually. Here is a list of the sites I’m at every day. Friend me, collect me, follow me, or just play with me (purrrrrr…..!). I’m totally game. *kinky grin*

To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com/
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.laurastamps.com/
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch

Thank you so much for joining us for my birthday bash. It’s been fabulous getting to chat with you!

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xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica Novels
(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
(All Kindle & pdf ebooks are $1.99)
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.LauraStamps.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch

Just got a contract today from Trytium Publishing.  My ex-agent’s plan was to buy out my publishing contracts with my other publishers and put all my books with one publisher.  A BIG risk for me, but I decided to give it a shot.  That means he bought out my contract for “The Witchery Series” with Trytium last year.

Well, as you all know, the “new” publisher didn’t work out, and we parted ways on May 21.  That meant I finally got the 9 books back that publisher had been sitting on for almost a year.  Three of those books are “The Witchery Series” trilogy novels.  The deal my ex-agent worked out with Trytium was that those novels would never go out of print during the transition phase.  So Trytium has continued to publish them in paperback.  The minute I got all the rights back, I contacted Dave at Trytium, and told him to send me another contract.  That’s what I got today.  So Trytium will continue to publish this popular series in paperback, and Kittyfeather Press will now publish this trilogy in ebook with hunky new covers.  Cool, huh?

When I got the 9 books back in May, Alex and I set a goal of getting all of them published and in ebook (on my site and in the Kindle Store) in 30 days.  I mean, they’ve been languishing at different publishers for two years now, and enough is enough, ya know?!  Yeesh!

So far so good on reaching our goal.  I’ve been working like a crazy woman ever since and have completed final edits on “The Rune Witch Series” and “The Witchery Series” and put them in ebook format.  Now they’re in Alex’s verrry talented hands while she creates hunky covers for them and downloads them on my site in pdf and in the Kindle Store.  BTW, some of you have been asking me if I have a publication date on these two series.  Not exactly, but I can say they will go on sale in the next few weeks.

Last night I finished the first of the three books in my Memoir Series, “Being Naughty,” and sent it to Alex.  So I just have the last two to edit, put in ebook format, and send to Alex (“Still Naughty” and “Always Naughty”).  When I finish those two all 9 books will FINALLY be in production and ready to go.   Yay!

Speaking of the first memoir, “Being Naughty,” I thought I’d run an excerpt from it today.  It’s another one of my naughty memes.  This one is from August 29, 2008.  Yeah, this “Memoir Series” is full of all kinds of FUN stuff!

Enjoy!

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I found this meme at the blog of my saucy friend, Ann.  I usually avoid memes like the plague, but this one appealed to my inner dirty girl, so I thought I’d give it a shot.  To be honest, this was the usual clean meme when I found it on Ann’s blog, but I couldn’t help tweaking and rewriting it in terribly naughty ways. 

What can I say?  The strangest things excite my inner dirty girl.  Or as the Uber would say: “Laura, EVERYTHING excites your inner dirty girl.”

True.  Okay, here it goes:

1.) My uncle is unknown.  I’m the black sheep of my family, so I know very few of my relatives.  Actually, most of them have been warned away from me.  Seriously.  I’m supposed to be strange or something.  Silly rumors.  But what can you do?   *wicked grin*

2.) Never in my life have I smoked a cigarette.

3.) When I was five I was delusionally happy.  But I didn’t realize that until reality slam-dunked me when I was twelve.   Ouch!  I’ve been avoiding it ever since.  

4.) High school was a BLAST!!!

5.) I will never forget losing my virginity, but I wish I could.  Yeah, it was HIGHLY forgettable.

6.) Once I met my husband, my sex life improved drastically.  Yay!

7.) There was a guy I dated in college who couldn’t have an orgasm.  Yeah, it was fun, but after a while it was like ENOUGH ALREADY….JUST DO IT!!!

8.) Once, at a bar, I danced myself silly.  Actually, I did it more than once.  Actually, I did it all the time at any bar I went to and loved it.

9.) By noon I will have been on computer for six hours and still have two more hours to go before I finish answering all the emails from my readers/fans/friends for the day.

10.) Last night I thought about sex and groped my husband (as usual).

11.) If only I had known what I know now I would’ve had more fun.  Although I probably would’ve gotten into waaaaaay more trouble than I did back then, so I can’t complain.

12.) Next time I go to church will be in September when I go to a wedding in Charleston.  Luckily, only the parents of the groom know I’m a Wiccan Faery Witch, so there’s a good chance no one will freak.  Too much.  Or throw holy water at me.  No, wait.  That’s what they do to vampires, isn’t it?  Okay, hold the holy water.   

13.) What worries me most is nothing.  You think I’m too simple to worry, don’t you?  Yeah, you’re right.   

14.) You know I’m lying ….well, lying isn’t my thing.  Of course, I am a Southern Belle, so I will politely gloss over anything negative and do it with a smile on my face.  Trust me.  You’ll love it.  I’m really good at it.

15.) What I miss most about the seventies is the fact that almost every guy had long hair back then.  Now it’s a rare delight.  Although we do have quite a few men with long hair in the Deep South (thank you, thank you, thank you!).  So I’m not complaining.  Too much. 

16.) By this time next year I will have written more erotica novels and novellas.  Plus, I’ll be even naughtier, lustier, and more wicked than I am now.  And, yes, having a great time, as usual.

17.) A better name for me would be The Queen of Lust.

18.) I have a hard time understanding anything that doesn’t involve sex.  Hey, I’m just being honest!

19.) You know I like you if I’m still breathing, because as the Uber says (while he rolls his eyes): “Laura likes everyone.”  What?  Is that a crime?!!!

20.) If I ever won an award the first person I would thank would be Bast, my Patron Goddess.  Yeah, I’m Wiccan through and through.

21.) Take my advice, find a yummy guy, and fuck like monkeys for the rest of your life.  Trust me.  It’s a good strategy.  I should know.

22.) A song I love but do not have is a Journey song.  But I can’t remember the name of it, even though I’ve been listening to Journey and Steve Perry for three months now every day with no end in sight.  His voice reallllllllly turns me on.  Can you tell? 

23.) My ideal breakfast is an organic cashew butter sandwich on whole wheat bread.  Okay, I’m a vegetarian.

24.) If you visit my hometown from May-October you’ll run like crazy for the nearest air-conditioned building.

25.) Why won’t people stop enticing me with memes like this?  I am supposed to be researching oral sex and BJs today for my novels.  But my dirty girl is having too much fun with this meme instead.  Argh!

26.) I’d stop my wedding for sex.  No doubt about it.  Even though my mother would probably freak, because she was kinda in charge of my wedding like moms are when you’re 22 years old.

27.) I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach (Is this disgusting or what?…Yeesh!…Who thought this one up, a cat?!!!)

28.) My favorite blonde is Donnie, my yummy hero from What Witches Want.  He could fuck me any day.  All day.  Again, and again, and again, and….well, ya know.

29.) If I do anything well it’s obsess about sex.  Did I already say that?  I can’t remember.  Oh, well…

30.) I can’t help but feel righteous indignation about not much of anything.  I’m too busy obsessing about SEX.

31.) I usually cry when I’ve been drained by a psychic vampire.  Yeah, I’m an Empath.  I have to be careful around vamps.  Where’s the holy water when you need it?!!

32.) My advice to my nephew is follow your heart.  You thought I’d say “follow your cock,” didn’t you?  Hey, I’m trying to be good here!

33.) And by the way you can’t beat GREAT SEX.  Did I already say that?  Oh, well…

Now I’m off to do the work I was supposed to be doing before I got sidetracked by this meme.  That would be researching oral sex and great BJ techniques.  Alrightyyyyy!  *lusty smile*

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.LauraStamps.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch

What fun!

Many thanks to all of you who posted a question last week for this interview.  It was a blast answering them.  Okay, here we go…! 

Interview with the SexWitch

1.) Have you ever slept with a boss or coworker of yours? (Kristen’s question)

Hmm.  I dated a few coworkers, but how can I say this delicately?  None of them “inspired” me to go beyond the kissing/groping stage.  However, there have been a few 20-something guys who’ve worked at bookstores where I’ve done booksignings that I would jump in a sec.  That counts, doesn’t it?  Hey, life is goooood when you’re a cougar.  LMAO

Actually, Wes is the only one who qualifies as an answer to this question.  We were both working at the college, and that’s how we met.  I was working in the Print Shop part-time, and he was working in the Accounting Office.  I had to run by his office every two weeks to pick up my paycheck from him.  In fact, I still have the paper the college sent me, telling me to pick up my paycheck from Wes.  Cool, huh?

2.) Have you ever had a experience with a vamp yet or witch (Desi’s question)

I don’t know if this is a sex question, but I’ll pretend it is (lusty grin).  The answer is Yes.   Actually, I married one.  No kidding.  Wes is a Histrionic Psychic Vampire, which is one reason why he has so many hissy fits.  The other reason is cause he’s an irritating Alpha.  Duh.  But I’ve been surrounded by psi-vamps all my life.  I’m a high-level Empath, and our healing energy is like chocolate to psi-vamps.

In case you’re wondering, Histrionic Psi-Vamps are aggravating but not the dangerous kind.  One of my old college boyfriends is a Paranoid Histrionic Psi-vamp.  Okay, those are the reallllly scary ones.  In fact, if you’ve read “What Witches Want: Book Two of the Witchery Series,” I modeled the character of Greer after that old boyfriend.  Typing this reminds me I woke up the other night after dreaming about him.  I haven’t had a dream about him in decades, but he was still mean as hell, which is why I woke up.  Shivers!

So, yes, I know and have had all kinds experiences with psi-vamps and blood vamps (Sanguinarians).  And, yes, I’ve fucked a few, too. 

Of course, Wes is the vamp who gave this shallow slut the best Os of her life, so he’s the one who got to marry me.  Never let it be said I don’t have my priorities in order, ya know?  *sex-obsessed grin*

If you’re on Facebook or Twitter you saw my tweet on Sunday about our sex date.  Seems we got so frisky Wes ended up with friction burns from the condom on both sides of his cock.  Really.  Gives new meaning to the phrase “burning rubber,” doesn’t it?  LMAO!! 

Seriously, though, it’s nice to know at the age of 58 the man can still ring my bell.  Yeah, that was one HAWT sex date.  The man was giving me Os so fast I only had like two seconds to catch my breath before I started climbing toward the next one.

YOWZA!

So if you marry a vamp be sure he’s an expert with his “tool” and uses it often.  Makes it easier to endure all their vampy drama the rest of the time.  Kinda.  *falls over laughing*

3.) Where is the most public place you’ve ever had sex? (Amber’s question)

I have this thing about sex and water.  Sex in a pool, sex in a shower, sex in the sink in the bathroom, sex on the beach, sex in the ocean.  You get my drift.  The funny thing is I’m not even a water person.  I just like to have sex in it or near it.  *kinky grin* 

Sex in the ocean is always a fav of this exhibitionist.  I told you about the first time I talked Wes into this.  Well, here’s another time.  My mom lives in Myrtle Beach, and that’s where I lived during the summers, where I worked my ass off at different stores in the mall.  Then in the fall I’d head back to Charleston for college, live in the dorm, and work in the Print Shop. 

Anyway, Wes was visiting for the weekend, and we’d been having wild frisky sex all over the house.  One day we went to the beach, which was across the street from my mom’s house.  When we got there he was kinda horrified I suggested we have sex in the ocean.  Again.  Three decades later he still tries to convince himself his wife is not an exhibitionist.  Obviously, it’s not working. 

However after I got him out in the ocean and the waves were up to his waist and I had hopped up and wrapped my legs around his hips, he was easier to convince.  Must have been cause he was a horny 26-year old and I was rubbing my pussy against his swim trunks right before I reached down and freed his dick.  Yeah, that probably had something to do with it.  *lol*  This time I wore a one-piece bathing suit.  Not a problem.  I just pulled the crotch to the side and impaled myself on him. 

Yumm!

People were everywhere.  I mean, it was Myrtle Beach in the summertime when there are so many tourists you can trip over them.  Duh.

But I had Wes in a compromising position, and he was a young stud, so he did what came naturally.  GAWD, it was a blast!  The waves kept slamming into us and rocking us, so even though there were people only 20 feet away no one knew what we were doing. 

Yeah, this is definitely one of my fav “dating” memories. 

4.) Where is the strangest place you’ve had sex? (Carol’s question)

Carol, I’ve been thinking about this ever since you asked, going through all the places I had sex with all my boyfriends and even Wes.  But I would have to say the strangest would be the orgies I used to do when I was in college.  Once again, major fun for an exhibitionist!

Back then we were a bunch of college kids, smoking pot and popping pills and fucking like crazy.  Anything you “caught” could be healed with a good dose of penicillin.  We had no idea drugs were actually dangerous until famous rock stars began overdosing and dying.  WTF?!   

Anyway, my crowd had a friend with an apartment where wild sex happened all day long.  The music was loud, classic rock.  You would walk in the front door and wander past all the fucking couples until you found an empty bed or chair or sofa or floor space, and then get to it.  Loved it!  You can imagine how much fun I had, knowing there was always an audience watching.  I can still remember what it was like to look up while I was flat on my back on the floor, totally nude, my legs in the air, and my boyfriend-of-the-moment pumping into me, while I smiled at the guy walking past us.

Yeah, it was GREAT!   *kinky grin*

Did I also mention I picked up a STD at one of those orgies and gave it to Wes a few months later?  Well, I did.  Wes just took it in stride, knowing he was dating a wild girl.  See?  He can be a nice guy.  Sometimes.  *falls over laughing*

5.) What juicy tips do you have for me to give my honey the best blow job of his life? I know I’m pretty damn good, but I also know there’s always room for improvement! I wouldn’t ask any other slut but you!  (Cynthia’s question) 

Let me say I love how you used the word “juicy” in relation to BJs.  *licks my naughty lips*

Okay, if you’ve been reading this blog for a few years (or even a few weeks) you know this slut is addicted to BJs and cocks.  I’m such an addict I’m always doing “research” to improve my technique with Wes and for the BJ scenes in my novels.

In fact, I just finished editing a “juicy” BJ scene in “A Vampire’s Kiss.”  Oh, yeah.  Dray was a verrrry happy camper. Yummm..!

I gather BJ info several ways: I google it on the web, I ask my cybersex guys, and I ask my gay men friends.  I gotta tell you gay men (besides being some of my dearest friends) are experts when it comes to BJs.

Here’s what I’ve learned.  The shaft actually doesn’t have many nerve endings on it.  Surprise!  So all the attention women pay to licking and sucking the shaft is kinda wasted.

Instead, the loose skin on the underside of the cock between the head and the shaft (the Frenulum) is highly sensitive.  The head itself is also very sensitive.  If you flatten your tongue on the head and push, you can drive a man crazy.  Really.  Several of my guy friends told me that, so I tried it with Wes and he loved it too.  There is also a hot spot right behind the balls (the Perinum).  Apply gentle pressure with two fingers to that area while you are giving a BJ, and your guy will moan with delight.

Because of all this research, my BJ technique is a little different than the kind you read about in most erotica novels.  For instance I don’t bob my head.  I mean, why should I?  That action isn’t necessary because the shaft has too few nerve endings.  Instead I suck hard on the ultra-sensitive head, swirling my tongue across the head and under the shaft, back and forth nonstop.  At the same time I pump the shaft hard, cause men are much rougher with their cocks than we are, and they like it that way.  With my other hand I press on the spot behind Wes’s balls (the Perinum).  This is where all the howling comes from on his part when I write about our frisky sex adventures on this blog. 

A blow job like that only takes a couple of minutes before your guy is climaxing.  Because I love a dick in my mouth so much I play with Wes for a minute or two (much to his dismay), just because I wanna prolong my pleasure.  But when I get down to business, it’s only a few minutes until blast-off for him.

Try that technique the next time you give a BJ and see how your honey likes it.  In the meantime, I’ll continue my BJ research.  “Hard” work, I know, but somebody’s gotta do it.  LMAO!!! 

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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Dontcha love it?! 

Hey, I know how you are.  You get hooked on this blog and my novels, and then you wanna know everything about me.  Especially the personal stuff.  Being a kinky exhibitionist, I’m happy to spill ALL (much to Wes’s dismay). LMAO!!

Part of today’s Meme first appeared on my blog in November of 2008.  The answers to those questions I updated to make them more current.  Then I added questions fans have asked me this year.   

Enjoy!

1.) How old were you when you lost your virginity?

I was 18 and verrrrrry impatient to get this over with (as you can imagine).  I can’t tell you how tired I was of being a virgin.  Ugh!  So the entire seduction was calculated.  I just had to find the right guy to put me out of my “misery.” 

And I had been miserable for a looooooong time, too.  What can I say?  I’d been horny and having sexual fantasies since I was seven years old.  Seriously.  I was one of those little girls who was a terrible tease (okay, I never grew out of that phase *naughty grin*).  I even invented this game we used to play in our backyard with the girls and boys in the neighborhood that involved lots of chasing and scuffling and rolling around on the ground.  There was only one rule: if a boy caught you he could do whatever he wanted to you.  Alrightyyyyy!  You can imagine how much trouble I got into when my mom found out about that one.  Yeesh! 

Anyway, I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16.  But most of those guys weren’t even good kissers, much less anyone I’d wanna fuck.  Finally, when I was 18, I was pursued by a hunky tomcat who was as oversexed as I was.  Eureka!  Yeah, I was really excited.  We started dating, and he put me out of my misery four weeks later. 

2.) Where did it happen?

I grew up in Dalton, a small town in north Georgia in the Appalachian Mountains.  So I lost my virginity outside in the mountains.  My tomcat boyfriend pulled his car off the road and into the woods.  He spread a blanket out in a clearing, and that’s where he fucked me.

3.) Was it any good?

Nah.  Hurt like crazy cause he was as big a baseball bat.  It wasn’t until I left him two years later that I realized he had no sexual technique whatsoever.  Nada.  So you know what that means, right?  No orgasm for two years.  I doubt he realized that.  He was a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am kinda guy. 

Imagine my surprise when I got away from him and finally fucked a guy who knew what he was doing.  That’s when I discovered I’m a multi-O slut.  Who knew?  Of course now after 33 years of sex I go off like a firecracker with just one touch.  But I digress….  *lusty grin* 

4.) Why did it happen?

You might think this is a weird question, but for me it’s crucial.  I already said I was tired of being a perpetually horny virgin.  And I can’t tell you how GOOD it felt the next day not to be a virgin anymore.  Didn’t even matter that the sex was horrible.  Just the fact that I had finally done it was good enough for me.  Interestingly enough, when word got around my high school that I had fucked a college guy, whoa, I suddenly has all kinds of high school boys sniffing around me.  Loved it!  

Anyway, there was another reason it happened.  As you can imagine, my mother always had her suspicions about me.  Probably because she could sense I had inherited my tomcat dad’s hot libido and not her cool one.  So she wouldn’t let me stay out on a date later than 11:00 pm.  Why?  She said bad things happen to girls after 11:00pm.  You can see where this is leading, right?  Oh, yeah.  I made sure I lost my virginity at 8:00pm just to prove her wrong.  Stupid, I know.  But that’s the whole point of being a kid, right?

5.) What is your favorite verb?

Fuck, fucked, fucking, to be fucked, you name it.  I love it!  Hey, don’t act so surprised.  You knew I would say that, didn’t you?  *sex-obsessed grin*

6.) What is your favorite fragrance?

Right now I’m wearing an awesome musk oil perfume called Love.  It’s made by Auric Blends, and I order it online.  When I’m not in the mood for musk oil I go gardenia.  White Shoulders is my fav gardenia fragrance.  I’ve worn it since college. 

7.) How did you and Wes get together?

Okay, it’s probably not what you think.  Wes was a verrrry popular basketball player in high school and college.  He even had groupies five years after he graduated from college cause he continued to play sports for the City.  Can you say “Uber Alpha Egomaniac?”  Oh yeah, that was Wes.  As you can imagine I couldn’t stand him for that reason.  And wanted NOTHING to do with him. 

I worked my way through college, and Work Study was one of my many jobs.  Wes is five years older than I am, and he was the guy I had to get my Work Study paycheck from every two weeks.  I was dating a bunch of guys (of course) and usually brought one with me to pick up my check cause Wes was always hitting on me.  How was I supposed to know out of the 200 women (yes, that’s what he told me) he had dated I was the ONLY one to turn the super-jock down?  It made him crazy.  He started chasing me across campus and became obsessed with getting me to go out with him.  In the meantime, my girlfriends were shocked I was running from him.  They ALL wanted to date the hunky Wes.  But I was an art student, and jocks/sports bore me to tears.  So do egomaniacs.

Finally, I agreed to go out with him a few months later.  I thought if I threw him a bone he’d stop chasing me.  At the time I was dating a hunky professional kick-boxer and a guy in the Navy, so I figured I could fit Wes into my tight dating schedule one time just to get rid of him. 

Much to my surprise that first date with Wes shocked me.  It was actually fun.  Turns out he could carry on a conversation better than most egomaniac jocks I knew.  Plus, he was also the best kisser I’d ever dated (probably all the practice he had with those 200 women). 

So I agreed to go out with him again.  This time we ended up at his apartment, rolling around on his bed (gee, what a surprise *lol*).  Then the most amazing thing happened.  We were both dressed, just necking, he wiggled his hips on top of me, and gave me a screaming-mimi clit O.  Alrightyyyyy!  It was so intense I jumped off the bed and screamed. 

Then I knew I had to fuck the guy.  Turns out he was the best missionary fuck I’d ever had.  So we started dating (hey, you know my priorities *sex-obsessed grin*).  I always say Wes fell in love with me when I told him to bring along a can of whipped cream on our 4th date.  Like most jocks I knew, he was ultra conservative and vanilla all the way.  No, he’d never fucked a wild slut.  So I introduced him to all kinds of kinky stuff.  And he fell in love with me.  In fact he fell so hard all his friends kidded him about it.  The man was so moon-eyed and in love he lost 10 pounds the first few months we dated.  He even grew a mustache (which he still has) just because I asked him to.  Yeah, it was crazy. 

8.) How did Wes propose to you?

Actually, he didn’t.  This is what happened.  Wes had worked several jobs at the college since he’d graduated.  But he wanted to make more money and get away from academic life.  So he went to a headhunter, who sent him on several interviews before he interviewed with the company he works for now.  He liked their offer and accepted the job.  There was only one problem.  He had to move almost three hours away.

In the meantime, we had been dating for a year.  A few months before he accepted the new job I had moved out of the dorm and was living with Wes in his apartment.  So now I was about to lose my home.  What should I do?  Well, you know how I am about new things.  I had never been married before, and I was totally in lust with Wes’s bod.  We got along well, and he was very sweet to me, so I thought WFT? 

We were rolling around in bed one night, and I ended up sitting on top of his chest.  I asked him what he was gonna about us when he moved, and he said he didn’t know.  So I asked him if he was gonna marry me, and he said “Alright.”  And that was it.  We got married and moved two weeks later.  When we stepped out of the church the photographer started snapping pics.  I swear, Wes and I looked like deer caught in headlights.  I walked into the reception and chugged two glasses of champagne, one right after the other.  My dad laughed like crazy when he saw me do that.  We didn’t have a honeymoon cause we needed to pack and move.  But that night after the wedding we didn’t have sex either.  We were both too depressed, thinking we had made the biggest mistake of our lives.  31 years later we are still together, and I’m still that kinky slut Wes married. 

Although the status of our marriage these days is a minute-to-minute thing.  The asshole Alpha seems to be coming out waaaaaaaaay too much in Wes the last few years.  And I’ve decided being a happy, sweet, oversexed Beta could be a liability where he’s concerned.  So some of my ferocious Alpha girlfriends are giving me “Bitch lessons” cause I really need them.  Just call me a “Bitch-in-Training.”  Damn, this is hard!  Stay tuned…  LMAO!   

9.) What is your favorite sexual position?

My uterus is situated at an odd angle.  Nothing I did.  I was born that way.  Used to freak out my ob-gyns, but not me.  Nope.  Turns out it puts my G-spot in the perfect place for any sexual position that involves sex facing my partner.  YOWZA!  Works for me.  And you know how addicted I am to kissing.  Another plus.  So any sexual position that’s face-to-face is my fav, because every stroke is gonna hit my G-spot and give me multiple Os.

10.) What is your fav sex toy?

My fingers.  I know.  Nothing works as well for me.  And it should come as no surprise that my fingers are as naughty as the rest of me.  Alrightyyyyy!  *sex-obsessed grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
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At any rate, I totally appreciate everyone who emailed and bought books to show your support for me and my writing.  I truly have the BEST readers/fans/friends in the world.  No doubt about it!

Second, if you aren’t on my email list then you might not know the 3^rd installment of my smokin’ HAWT serial novel A Vampire’s Kiss came out on Friday.  If you’ve been reading this novel or wanting to read it, dash over to http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com now!  The “Add to Cart” button is up for this issue, and it’s ready to order/download.  Alrightyyyyy!

Okay, I have a treat for you today.  Yes, I do.  One of my awesome book review blog friends, Jodie West of JoJo’s Book Corner, is having a HUGE bash to celebrate her upcoming 30^th birthday.  The bash starts on May 18 and ends on June 16 (her birthday).  She emailed last week and asked me for something to help her celebrate.  I suggested one of my Naughty Memes, and she thought that was a fab idea.  So I went back through the posts on this blog and found one of my Naughty Memes from October 2008. I updated it for her (okay, I get more wicked with every year…duh!) and sent it to her.  She loved it and plans to run it on her blog (http://jojosbookcorner.blogspot.com ) to kick off her bash on May 18th.  I’m totally flattered….of course!  Anyway, I thought you might enjoy seeing it too.

Naughty Meme with Paranormal Erotica Novelist Laura Stamps

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?

Yes, I’m married to an Alpha (Wes).  He’s five years older than I am, so I try very hard NOT to kill him with too much sex.  Kinda.  Maybe.  Not.  Oh, well…

2) What was your dream growing up?

To run my own business, which I have always done, first as a painter and now as a novelist and the owner of Kittyfeather Press.

3) What talent do you wish you had?

None, but Wes wishes I had a better sense of direction.  I only had to visit him twice when he was in the hospital for his heart thing a few years ago (no, that heart episode was NOT my fault!…why does everyone look at me every time he talks about it? *lol).  Anyway the hospital is about 10 minutes from my house.  I got lost both times.  What can I say?  The good thing about people like me is we’re used to being lost, so we never stress over it.  Wes does all my stressing for me.  Needless to say, I’m not allowed to drive out of town because he knows he’ll never see me again.  Or he’ll never survive the stress attack it would give him.  Probably both.  *wicked grin*

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?

Spring water.  I quit drinking alcoholic beverages 29 years ago.  Not that it’s helped my terrible sense of direction, but….

5) Favorite vegetable?

That’s easy.  Black olives.  Hey, that’s a vegetable, right?  Or is it a fruit?  Hmm.  Tricky little things, aren’t they?

6) What was the last book you read?

I read erotica and nonfiction sex books.  At the moment I’m reading Supersex by Trace Cox.  Damn, this is a good book!  In fact I noticed last night it’s starting to come apart at the spine.  Hey, not my fault the awesome sex pics in it make me horny, ya know?    

7) What zodiac sign are you?

Aries

8.) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.

No tats (I’m not into chemicals on my skin…yuck!).  But my ears are pierced.  Speaking of that, I just found out one of my fans is dating a yummy motorcycle guy with long hair.  And his dick is pierced.  Wow.  I’ve had a hard time concentrating on much of anything else since I heard that.  * lusty grin* 

9) Worst Habit?

Wanting to jump Wes’s bones 24/7.  He thinks that’s my worst habit.  Of course, I disagree.

10) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?

Total optimist.  And why not?  I obsess every day about how much I love sex.  Yup, my life is one big happy meal. 

11) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

What an insane question to ask!!!  You know I’m an exhibitionist and have a bad habit of jumping Wes in elevators.  Since I’m married, if I were stuck in an elevator with a yummy guy I would probably ogle his body and end up fixating on his crotch.  Well, you asked!

12) Tell me one weird fact about you.

I have never taken a writing course in my life.  That’s right.  I majored in studio art in college and became a professional artist (painter).  Then when I turned thirty I changed my career and became a writer.  So I’m self-taught.  Yet I have published over 45 books in the last 23 years with numerous publishers, won lots of prestigious writing awards, including a ”Pulitzer Prize” nomination and seven “Pushcart Award” nominations.  No kidding.  Hey, I can be serious.  Sometimes.

13) Do you have any pets?

Yes, nine cats.  I have been in feral cat rescue for 30+ years

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

I think they’re boring.

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

Nothing.  I like the way I look at 53, and I always feel like I’m 18, so being delusional definitely has its advantages.  I’m very healthy, love to work out, jog 5-6 miles every week, eat organic vegetarian, have lots of energy, and my body is a roaring sex machine.  What’s not to like?

16) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

You have to ask?!!

17) What color eyes do you have?

Hazel

18) Ever been arrested?

Nah.  Although cops and big black trucks have really been turning me on lately for some bizarre reason.  But digress…

19) Bottle or can soda?

Yuck….chemicals!

20) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?

10% of my monthly income goes to cat rescue charities every month, so that’s where 10% of it would go.

21) Favorite band to listen to when you’re mad?

I rarely get mad, and if I do it’s always Wes’s fault (yes, he’ll agree with that), so my fav music is heavy metal rock with a great dance beat.  Music that makes me wanna fuck.  That would be Journey with Steve Perry (Girl Can’t Help It), Def Leppard (Pour a Little Sugar on Me, Rock of Ages), Aerosmith (Walk with Me, Back in the Saddle, etc.), Foreigner (Hot Blooded, Urgent).  You get the picture. *sex-obsessed grin*

22) What’s your favorite place to hang out at?

The lingerie department at Dillard’s.  I’m sooooooo addicted to their sexy lingerie.  If it’s black or leopard-print, I WANT it!  *wicked grin*

23) Do you believe in ghosts?

I’m a psychic.  I’ve talked with spirits all my life.  In fact there are four in my office right now.  Seriously.  Hi, guys!

24) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

You have to ASK?!

25) Do you swear a lot?

All the time.  Fuck is my fav verb (fuck, fucking, to be fucked).  Cock, dick, cunt, pussy are some of my fav nouns.  I’m crazy about damn and damnation.  I have an incredibly trashy mouth.  But as my neighbor says (who also has a trashy mouth) it makes talking more fun.  True.

26) Biggest pet peeve?

Having to chase Wes for sex every day.  I would love to be chased for a change.  Of course, I wouldn’t run if that happened, so technically I can’t be chased.  I guess.  Oh, well…

27) In one word, how would you describe yourself?

OVERSEXED and HAWT!!!!  Wait, that’s two words.  Sorry.  

28) Do you believe/appreciate romance?

Absolutely.  I am very romantic (when I’m not being a shameless flirt and tease).  What a fun life I have, ya know?!

29) Do you believe in God?

And Gods.  And Goddesses.  I’m a Wiccan Faery Witch (just a fancy name for a SexWitch).  Enough said.  *grin*

30) What is your fav body part on a man? 

Thanks for asking.  I’m crazy about their dangly parts and love to worship at the “Altar of the Cock.”  Hard or soft (sigh), I just LOVE them…yummmmmm!

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
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Alrightyyyyy!

“What’s with you, big boy?” I ask, after he crushes me to him and gives me a toe-curling kiss.

“I’m horny,” he replies.  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all the way back from Edisto.”

Let me back up for a minute.  Last weekend Wes spent a few days golfing and fishing with his bud at Edisto Island, which is about three hours from Columbia.  Saturday night we were texting, and I asked him when he was coming home on Sunday and if we were still gonna have our sex date?

He responded by telling me he was too old for that.  I texted back and told him that’s tough luck.  He’s the one who married a younger woman who likes to fuck all the time and feels like she’s 18. 

“Get with the program, dude!” I texted, laughing like crazy.

His only response was “Ok.”  You know Alpha men.  They’re minimalists in the conversation department.

Little did I know my text was gonna light his fire all the way back from the coast.  Usually, he scolds me for saying “fuck” in a text.  Obviously, I need to use my fav verb more often.  *lusty grin*

Anyway, back to our date.  Next thing I know Wes strips off my cami so fast he actually raked the undersides of my breasts with the fabric.

“Whoa, you’re horny!” I exclaim.

Then I look down at his dick, which is hard as a tree branch.  Gotta love Viagra and those monthly testosterone shots.

“Wanna fuck?” I purr, winking slyly.

Wes just growls and motions for me to roll on the condom.  So much for foreplay.  No biggie.  I’m a 5-minute foreplay kinda girl myself.  I’d much rather cut to the chase and fuck for as long as I can.  *sex-obsessed grin*

No sooner do I roll on the condom and coat it with lube than Wes tosses me on the bed.

“Eeek!” I scream, and then he’s on me.  He lifts my legs over his shoulders and starts to enter my hot wet pussy, teasing me with the head of his shaft before plunging all the way in.

And that’s when he starts to scream.

Huh?

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh, God!” Wes howls pulling out and flopping over on his back.

“What’s wrong?”  I have to ask cause with him it could be anything.  Or it could be nothing.  The man is a Drama Queen Extraordinaire.

“Leg cramp!” he shouts.  “Arrrrghhh!”

“Where?”

“My thigh!”  Wes flops around on the bed like a fish outta water, massaging his thigh.

Leg cramps are a bitch.  I’ve gotten a few in the arch of my foot that have awakened me from a deep sleep.  Only way to get rid of them is to leap outta bed and stand up.  Still, the fact that he got one just as he was about to fuck my brains out struck me as so hilarious I had to giggle.

“Don’t laugh!” he scolds, jumping off the bed and hopping across the bedroom floor.  “It’s not funny!”

What can I say?  That just made me laugh harder.  I mean, in 32 years of sex with the man this has NEVER happened.

Finally the cramp disappears.  But that’s not all.

“I lost my hard-on,” Wes complains, frowning as he looks down at his wilted dick.

“Pain will do that,” I reply, giggling.  Okay, I’m a giggly kinda girl.  “Think you can get it back up again?”

“I dunno,” he says, stroking his limp dick.

Thanks to my hot lips and his experienced hand we got him hard again ASAP.  All his horniness returned, and the man became a racehorse pounding me to the finish line. 

Damnation, that felt GOOD!! 

Have I mentioned lately how much I love a reallllly HARD dick?  Well, I do.  And his lasted so long we got to play by experimenting with several new positions. 

Afterwards he told me this happened to his bud at Edisto a few years ago.  By the way, both of these guys are ex-college basketball players.

When a thigh cramp struck his bud during sex, his wife didn’t laugh like I did.  Nah.  Instead, while he was hopping around the bedroom floor, she asked, “You know how you’re always yelling at the ball players on TV, telling them to take one for the team when they get injured?”

Wes’s bud just frowned at her, massaging the painful cramp in his thigh.

“Get over here, hon.”  She smiled wickedly.  “Time to take one for the team.”

Gotta love this woman, ya know?  LMAO!!

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
laura@laurastamps.com
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When Wes came home that evening I took a break and went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. 

Let me back up for a minute.  One of my hobbies is gardening.  There are three flower gardens outside in my front yard (roses, lilies, morning glories, and azaleas).  And I use two rooms in my house for my offices.  My computer, office equipment, and several tables are in one room.  The other room is for storage, where I keep my book inventory, files, and packing materials for shipping book orders.  There’s a large, sunny window in that room where I grow spinach in a container garden 365 days a year for the spinach and black olive pizzas I love to make every week.

Ten minutes later I’m standing at the counter in the kitchen, slicing olives and chopping fresh spinach leaves for an organic pizza.  When Wes walks up behind me to get a glass of water, I stick my ass out and rub it against his cock.  Of course. 

Instead of backing away like he usually does, he sets his glass down and grabs my hips, grinding his dick into me.

Alrightyyyyy!!

“Let me tell you about my dream now,” I say, continuing to slice olives while I wiggle my ass. 

I’d been awakened by a bizarre dream that morning and texted Wes, saying I would tell him about it that night.  I have lots of dreams, and in this one I had dreamt we were living in our old condo.  Don’t know why I always dream about that place, because I love the house we built years later sooooo much better.  Whatever.  Anyway, for some odd reason it was packed with people selling University of Kentucky t-shirts.  To make matters worse they were holding some kind of pep rally.  Yeah, I’m taking LOUD.  Since I’m not a sports fan, I did my Witchy best to run them all out ASAP.  I told them I run my biz from here, and I want them OUT!

“Isn’t that weird?” I ask, as Wes slips his hands inside my sweatpants, stroking my hips as he humps me from behind.  “It’s kinda like I was doing spring cleaning on the house before I had to stop four weeks ago and clean up my career.  Ya know, get rid of my agent and publish the vamp series through Kittyfeather.”

By now Wes has pulled my sweatpants and panties down to my knees, and my bod is nude from the waist down.  Totally cool for many reasons.  One being, the curtain on the sliding glass door is wide open and only ten feet from us.  Yeah, this exhibitionist is LOVING it.  *kinky grin*

“It’s like I was cleaning this house every night after midnight.  Then in March I had to stop so I could clean up my career to get it back on track.  Then I cleaned up my mailing list.  And now I’m doing biz cleaning in my dreams.”

“How does that feel?” Wes asks, ignoring my revelation.

“Did you hear what I just said about my dream?” I ask, still rubbing my ass against his cock.

“No,” he replies, shoving down his pants so his dick is grinding into my ass cheek.  “I didn’t hear a word you said about your dream.  I was busy.”

By now he’s running his hands up and down my hips, ass, and stomach, pressing me back against his cock.

“How does that feel?” he asks again.

“Well,” I reply, laughing.  “Your dick is heading for my asshole.”  I look over my shoulder at him.  “Did you wanna do anal sex?”

“God, no!” he exclaims, looking horrified.

Okay, I couldn’t resist.  Anal sex is NOT Wes’s thing.

“Well then aim a little lower,” I suggest, laughing like crazy.

When I put down the knife and Wes turns me around in his arms, I discover his cock is nice and hard without Viagra.  So I stoke it and ask, “Wanna fuck?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replies, his eyes dark with lust.

“Before or after dinner?”

“Before,” he says.  “I don’t think I’ll stay hard if I eat.”

“Cool!” I exclaim, whisking the olives and spinach into the refrigerator.  After I put everything away so the cats won’t eat our dinner, we dash upstairs.  Wes takes half a Viagra, and I insert a KY Liquibead.  I walk into the bedroom with Astroglide and a package of condoms in my hands just as Wes runs all the kitties out.  Then we jump each other.

Damn that was a good, hot fuck!

“I’m shocked you let me jump you tonight,” I purr afterwards, nuzzling his neck.  “You rarely let me do that.”

“I know,” he agrees, rolling me over to tongue my rigid nipple.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I’m kinda shocked since you said yesterday you were glad I stopped jumping you for sex every day.”

He moves to my other nipple and grins.  “I changed my mind.”

“Cool!”  Hey, works for me.  “And you still wanna have sex on Friday for my birthday AND on Sunday for our sex date?” 

“Mmmmm,” he hums, sucking my eager nipple deeply into his hot mouth. 

What can I say?  My nipples are total sluts.  Just like me.  LOL

“Sure,” he says, slipping his hand between my dripping wet thighs.  “We can do that.”

Alrightyyyyyy!

Is it any wonder I dashed out the next day to stock up on more lube and condoms at Target?  I mean, there are six condoms in a package of Trojan Supras, and I only had two left.  Yikes!  Not enough.  I mean, it was still two days before my birthday on Friday and four days before our sex date on Sunday. 

Definitely, NOT enough.  Duh.  *sex-obsessed grin*

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