As many of you know, tomorrow is my birthday.  I’ll be 53.  Yikes!  Hard to believe, since I swear I’m not a day over 18, right?  *delusional grin*
As a matter of fact, a few weeks ago when I told my account (who is also 53) that I always feel and act like I’m 18, he [...]

First, an update. I’d like to announce my agent and I have parted on friendly terms. He’s a great guy. Really. And he wants only the best for me. But he’s also verrrrrry busy. Too busy to give my career the time and attention an agent should for one of his authors.

That means at this moment I’m agent-less and LOVING it! I’ve become the living version of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird.” Yeah, I’m free as a bird, and this slutty bird ain’t gonna change.

Alrightyyyy!

Besides, Kittyfeather Press is publishing my books again and doing a great job marketing and publicizing the new vamp series, so I really don’t need an agent right now. I’ve got two publishers, Kittyfeather Press and Magicomm Media. Plus, I’m slammed with book contracts through the next 5 years (which I had before I hooked up with my agent last summer).

I was talking to my agent last week, and he thought I should change the subject of my blog posts. No, I’m not kidding.

“For the last six months you’ve mostly blogged about your sex life, your relationship with Wes, irritating Alphas, sex toys, and sex stuff,” he says. “Maybe your readers are tired of hearing about sex? Maybe your sex posts are driving people away and hurting your book sales?”

“Huh?” I respond. “Have you read my blog posts from 2008?”

“Of course not!” he exclaims. “Like when do I have the time?”

First, an announcement. If you’re not on my email list (and why aren’t you? *LOL) and you come to this blog every week to read my blog posts, then I’m sure you were surprised when I didn’t post on Monday.

That’s because I mentioned in the February issue of my newsletter last week that I’m making a change on my blog. I’ve been working 7 days a week until 2:00am every morning on “A Vampire’s Kiss.” It’s coming along beautifully. But after keeping this schedule for 2 months I’m having a hard time knowing what day it is. They’re all the same now and kinda blending together. So I made a decision last week. I’m deep in the novel at this point, which means my brain cells are not always happy about switching gears. I’ve decided instead of posting on my blog every Monday/Wednesday/Friday, I’m just going to post on Tuesday and Thursday of each week. That will give me an extra day to work on the novel and should help me finish it on time. But don’t worry. The people on my email list will still get email notifications from me on Tuesday and Thursday when the blog posts go up. There will just be two every week now instead of three.

Okay, back to the subject of this blog post. I was talking to my agent last week, and I mentioned Wes had been complaining about how expensive it is to have good sex after 50.

Thursday night Wes surprised me by walking into my office. Yes, that’s unusual. Wes is the kinda guy who can’t wait to get off computer so he can dash downstairs, get something to eat for dessert (like yogurt or nuts), and park his ass in his reclining chair to watch sports on TV.

Imagine my surprise when he walked back upstairs and appeared in my office at 9:00pm.

“Look what the yogurt did to me.” He flips down the front of his sweatpants, and his hard dick pops out.

Thursday night Wes and I went out to dinner. First, let me say Wes is one of those Uber-Alpha perfectionists who always sees the glass half empty. Really. It’s NEVER half full for the man. And since the economy has been crazy for the last two years he’s been more negative than ever. Ugh! Thus, all the meltdowns I’ve had over our marriage the last two years.

Thursday night was one of those times. After Wes had cranked about everything he could think of, he started complaining about getting me a gift for Valentine’s Day.

Whew! What a busy week. On Monday night I signed a major contract with my agent and new publisher for 10 titles (17 books total in ebook and/or paperback, some new, some to be republished).

The rest of this week I’ve been working my ass off on the vampire novel (A Vampire’s Kiss: Book One of the Manigault Vampires).

All I can say is this is gonna be an awesome novel when I finish it. But I have to laugh when I talk about it. Sara and Dray refused to follow my outline when I wrote the first draft back in 2009. And they are staying true to form by not following their own first draft. Seriously. They’ve been cutting up chapters and adding chapters and lengthening the book. The last chapter they added (Chapter 14) is a smokin’ hot sex scene. Yeah, sizzling vamp sex. Yummy!

Wes and I were supposed to have one of our frisky sex dates on Sunday afternoon. Before that, he’d spent Friday and Saturday in Charleston at a reunion for his old college basketball team. But when he got back to Columbia on Sunday morning he didn’t feel so good.

In fact his intestinal tract was such an unhappy camper he didn’t even go to the gym to ride the bike like he usually does on Sundays. So there was no way he felt like pounding my wet pussy with his Viagra-hard dick.

Bummer!

However, I was not about to let him off the hook that easily. The man may run from me on a regular basis, but he can’t hide for long. This slut likes sex (and lots of it!), and I will NOT be denied.

I can’t tell you how excited I was when I stopped by my post office box on Sunday and discovered the nipple jewelry I’d ordered from my “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop” had arrived. YAY!

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I ordered two nipple clip danglers (one with pink hearts and one with blue stars). I’d planned to buy danglers for myself for my birthday last April, but somehow never did. Who knows why?

Anyway, now I have my own store. Alrightyyyyy! Plus, I spent hours and hours searching for and filling my store with cool kinky stuff I’ve used, read, worn, raved about on this blog, or would love to buy. Now you know why there are so many gorgeous nipple jewelry items in my store. Okay, I went a little crazy, but it was FUN!

Finally, after three looooooong weeks, Wes was recovered enough for us to set a sex date for Sunday afternoon.

Yessssssss….! Okay, I was really excited. *horny grin*

Plus, Wes had been to his doc to learn the results of his latest tests. What can I say? The man is totally into running tests on Wes and does so every few months. Anyway, it turns out Wes’s testosterone levels are still way low. So his doc told him I needed to shoot Wes up with 2 mls of testosterone every three weeks now instead of once a month. Hey, works for me! *sex-obsessed grin*