When he called Saturday night, he groaned, "I’m a lousy golfer."
"Big deal," I reply laughing. "Being a good golfer is not the most important thing in life."
"But I used to be good," he protests. "Now everyone thinks I’m a hacker."
"Who cares?" I continue. "We already talked about what’s the most important thing in life. Remember?"
"I know," he replies. "It’s you."
"What?" I’m shocked because he sounds serious. "I was gonna say a hard cock so you can fuck your wife is the most important thing in life." I always say that because it makes him laugh.
"True," he agrees. "But you are the most important thing in my life."
"You’re so sweet," I purr. Okay, now I really wanna fuck him!
After Wes came home Sunday afternoon, unpacked, and threw his golf clothes in the washing machine, he walks into my office. I’m working on computer, so he stands behind me, leans down, and brushes the hair away from my neck to nibble my ear. "I got you something, darlin’," he whispers.
"Oh, boy!" I exclaim, jumping up. Okay, I’m a sucker for gifts.
He hands me a canvas tote bag. Wes travels a lot, and many times he brings back a tote bag featuring the logo of the resort where he stayed. This one advertises the golf course where he played this weekend.
"Thanks," I say. Then I realize it’s not empty. I look inside and see lots of tiny bottles. "Hey, what’s this?"
I look up at Wes, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. "Viagra," he replies.
"No way!" I exclaim and grab one of the bottles, looking at the label.
Sure enough, it’s Viagra.
"Yes!" I shout and throw myself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "This is fantastic!"
Wes is laughing now, as I hop up and down, doing my version of a happy dance.
Did I ever tell you about the racehorse thing? I can’t remember. Anyway, a few weeks ago a friend of his was raving about Viagra. He said it makes you fuck like a racehorse.
You know me. Kinky slut that I am, I’m always looking for herbal sex boosters to enhance our sex life, so Wes can fuck me longer. I’m totally into marathon sex and endless fucking. Yummy!
So I’ve been wanting to experiment with Viagra, because I can’t get that racehorse image out of my mind. I told Wes the next time he sees his heart doctor I want him to ask if he can take Viagra. He saw her last week, and she gave him the green light. Now it’s just a matter of getting his regular doc to write him a prescription for it.
"How did you get it?" I ask.
"One of the guys on the golf trip is a drug rep. He gave everyone samples."
"Cool!" I look down in the bag again. "How many are in here?"
"Forty pills," he replies.
I look up at him. "That’s forty racehorse fucks for me," I say, my eyes glazed with lust. "Alrightyyyyyyy!"
"Exactly, darlin’."
I throw myself at him and hug him again, while I hop up and down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!! This is the best gift EVER!"
No wonder I’m crazy about this man. Does he know how to make my day, or what!!!
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April 20th, 2009 at 1:59 pm
i realy admire you your so happy with each other alot of peaple would love to have what you have
April 20th, 2009 at 11:41 pm
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed this blog post. Yeah, we are lucky. And you are a sweetheart for saying so!
xoxo
Laura Stamps
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
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