Cyber-sex Bliss
I have to say my cyber-sex life is absolutely perfect these days. Really. I’ve got three regular guys I play with now, and I’m having a blast, cyber-fucking their sexy bods every way I can imagine. Yummy!
I think this is probably because I’ve had an epiphany of sorts in the last few weeks. And it happened because several of my cyber-sex guys have become so addicted to me this year that they’ve had to quit playing with me.
Let me back up a minute. You know how I’ve always had a thing for men 38 -45 years old? Well, that was my fav group for cyber-sexing, too. All that toned, tasty young flesh. Who could resist? Not me. *horny grin*
But when I stepped back and took a look at the cyber-sex guys who can keep our play in perspective and not fall into obsession, it turns out they’re all in their 50s. Hmm. Yeah, a real eye-opener.
And what about the guys who’ve had to leave me because they became addicted or obsessed with cyber-fucking me? You guessed it. They’re all in that 38-45 age group. Hmm.
So I’ve made a decision. I’m only cyber-sexing with men who are 50-something. Period. No more of those young guys.
In fact I told Wes this on Sunday, right after we’d fucked like wild rabbits for an hour and were wrapped around each other, exhausted.
Hey, I know what you’re thinking, and it’snot my fault. You think I mention my cyber-sex guys during our pillow talk just to torture him, right? Nah, if you’ve ever talked with me in person or on the phone you know my mind moves a million miles a minute, and I multi-task like crazy, jumping from one subject to the next. And for some reason my mind jumps to my cyber-sex guys whenever I’m freshly fucked in real life. Go figure. LOL
Anyway, when I told Wes my decision, he thought it was a wise one.
"But don’t you think it’s weird all my cyber-sex guys are close to your age?" I muse, weaving my fingers through his long blonde hair.
"Nah," he replies, grinning slyly. "It’s perfect."
"Why?" Now I’m totally clueless.
"Because they’re old enough to know how to take the edge off your horniness, so you won’t kill me with sex every week." He gives me a passionate kiss. "You’re such a slut you need all the help you can get."
"True," I reply, nuzzling his hot neck. "But I love being a slut."
"I know, darlin’," he chuckles, prying my fingers off his cock and pressing my hand to his chest.
Rats! Foiled again.
"How often do you think about fucking me?" I ask, noticing his dick is springing back to life and half hard already.
"Every day," he replies.
"Tell me about it," I purr.
"No way!" he exclaims. "Ask your cyber-sex guys. They can do all the sex talk with you. Not happening with me."
True.
Good thing I’ve got a ménage marriage, ya know? One sex-god husband and three hot cyber-sex guys.
Yeah, I think I can handle that… *lusty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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