Thanks, everyone, for your positive response to “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop.” Yay!! All of you definitely made my day with your awesome comments at my website and Facebook.

It was a lot of work, but also major fun gathering the cool stuff I’ve raved about in my blog posts in one convenient place for my readers. Of course, many of those items brought back memories.

Like the nipple jewelry and clips.

It’s been freakin’ freezing in Columbia for six weeks now. Yeesh! We never have weather that cold for this long. Thankfully, the sun’s been shining most of the time, and the wind has been minimal.

Still, this is the worst allergy season of the year (pigweed, dog fennel, ragweed), so about 80% of the people in South Carolina are coming down with that nasty coughing cold Wes got. Fortunately, he’s recovering after seven miserable days. He’s still coughing a bit, but his sinuses are finally clearing up.

Last week on Tuesday night I had another one of those dreams that woke me up with an O in real life. Ya know, the kind my FB friend said would make me rich if I could bottle and sell them. LOL

Once again, it was not a sexual dream. In fact, it was the kind of dream I’ve had for decades. However I never have an O after one of these dreams. But I did this time, because this dream was prophetic. More on that later.

Really, I didn’t. LOL

Wes and I had a sex date on Sunday afternoon. Because it’s the holidays, he’s been off since last Wednesday and won’t go back to work until January 4th. In the meantime, he’s been playing lots of golf. Afterwards he’s been spending time with his buds at his fav bar, watching sports and playing some of the game machines there.

I don’t know what Wes has done, but his buds like him a LOT these days. In fact they like him so much they’ve been buying him drinks. Never one to turn down a gift, Wes has been very “happy” during his holiday vacation.

My friends will be thrilled to hear I didn’t work on Christmas day. Yay! Aren’t you proud of me? *LOL* In fact Wes just texted me a few minutes ago and said: “Had a great Christmas with you! Xoxo.” What a sweet guy, huh?

Anyway, at 11:00 on Christmas morning we had reservations at a fabulous holiday banquet at a local hotel, where I ate tons of delicious food (yes, I did!). Then we came back to the house, and I crashed in the Sleep-Number bed with the kitties and an erotica novel. My plan was to read and nap until we went back out to the new Sherlock Holmes movie at 4:00.

Instead I fell asleep almost immediately (no laughing from my friends *LOL*). But when I woke up I was incredibly horny (no laughing, remember?! *LMAO*).

When Wes came home Saturday night, I had no reason to think this night was gonna be different from any other Saturday night. He’d left for the golf course before I woke up that morning. As usual. Then he spent the afternoon watching college football with his buds at his fav bar. As usual.

I’d been working on my website all day when he came home that evening. Thirty minutes later I finished up and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. But first I stopped in the den to talk to Wes for a minute while he watched more football on TV. As usual.

However, instead of just patting my hip like he usually does while I lean against his chair, his fingers keep walking, quickly slipping beneath the lace cami I’m wearing to run back and forth across my nipples.

Wednesday night I crashed in bed with the kitties after dinner, because I’d gotten up early (horrors!) for my monthly acupuncture appointment that morning. I thought I was handling it well, considering getting up at 6:00 usually slams me. But while I was buried in paperwork and tax stuff at my desk that afternoon my brain cells stopped working. And the rest of the day dissolved in a groggy haze, typical of what happens when I have to get up early.

After dinner Wes worked on computer, while I lounged in bed, reading an erotica novel. When he finished, instead of going downstairs to watch sports on TV like he usually does, he crawled in bed with me.

Alrightyyyyy!

Wes and I were on the way to the grocery store after lunch on Sunday when I got fed up with his cranky mood. I mean, the man had just spent three days in Santee playing great golf with his buddies. You’d think after a fun vacation he’d be in a relaxed, happy mood, right?

Wrong. He returned to Columbia on Saturday night a few hours after my booksigning. And all he’d done since then was complain about how tired he was.

Sunday afternoon I had a sex date with Wes. You know me. I was totally looking forward to it and READY to fuck! *horny grin*

But Wes had spent four days eating turkey sandwiches at his fav bar over the holidays. Of course, this wasn’t your normal turkey. Nah, this was one of those turkeys deep-fried in peanut oil, something people love to do down here in the Deep South (The Land of Strokes & High Blood Pressure). Oh, and he’d been drinking vodka with those sandwiches, too. Not what his A-Fib heart condition would consider the “ideal diet.” Not even close.

So Sunday afternoon his pulse was erratic. Gee, I’m shocked. Not!

Sunday morning I woke up absolutely exhausted. I think it was a combination of working through too many weekends (okay, guilty as charged *LOL*) and the insanely busy week I’d just survived with the poetry book giveaway, working on my naughty 2009 Holiday Card, and writing/mailing the November issue of my naughty newsletter.

Whatever. All I know is it kicked my ass!

I was so tired I was weepy (ladies, you know what I mean). And my fatigue got worse by the hour. In fact, when Wes and I went out to lunch I surprised him by canceling our sex date that afternoon. I did. Hard to believe, but true.