Gotta Take Care of My Baby
Wes had quite a day yesterday. Last week when he went to the hygienist for his 6-month cleaning, the dentist found 3 cavities. Very unusual for Wes. Unfortunately, one cavity was under an old crown, so that meant two fillings and one new crown.
But on Tuesday when he went in to have the dental work done, the dentist discovered he also needed a root canal with that crown. Ugh! So they did part of the work on Tuesday, and he went back yesterday for the rest of it.
However, yesterday morning when Wes stepped out of the shower he called me into the bathroom to look at a strange spot on his stomach.
"It’s a tick," I say, after peering closely at it. "It’s stuck in there good, and I’m not touching it."
Instead I sent him to his doctor, who removed the tick, which we figured he’d picked up on Monday (Memorial Day) when he played golf. There are so many ticks in South Carolina they don’t even test them now for Lyme’s disease. So his doc just gave him a shot in his stomach where the tick had bitten him and a prescription for 21 days of a super antibiotic that gets rid of Lyme’s disease and a few other nasties ticks carry in this state.
By the time Wes stopped by my office yesterday afternoon he’d had a root canal, all the work done on the crown, two cavities filled, a tick removed, a shot in his stomach, and the first dose of that antibiotic. Whew! What a day, huh?
"I wonder if your semenis tainted with Lyme’s disease," I muse. "That would mean no oral sex for 21 days."
When I glance at Wes, he looks stricken instead of thrilled like I thought he would. That’s a surprise.
"Hey," I ask. "Were you planning to have sex tonight?" Okay, I had to ask. As you all know he turns me down on nontraumatic days. This one had been so over-the-top traumatic I figured there was no way he could be horny, right?
"I was thinking about it," he replies.
What?!
"Alrightyyyyy!" I exclaim. "Let’s do it!"
Wes goes back to work, and I hit the web for info on Lyme’s disease. That’s when I discover Lyme’s has been detected in semen, even though it’s never been proven to be sexually transmitted. Looks like I shouldn’t swallow, but we can still have some fun if I’m careful.
Later, when Wes steps out of the shower, I check his entire bod for more ticks like his doc suggested. Finding none, I jump him. ;)
After I give him a toe-curling kiss, I say, "I can’t believe you wanted to have sex tonight, considering everything you’ve been through today."
Wes pulls me to him, grinding his hard cock against my eager pussy. "I know," he agrees, leaning down to bite my neck like a vampire. "But I gotta take care of my Baby. Gotta keep her happy."
Alrightyyyyy!!!
Then he proceeded to make me verrrrrrry happy. In fact I was so wasted afterwards I could barely keep my eyes open. Finally, I gave up a few hours later and crashed in bed for the night. Have I mentioned lately what a sex god the man is? YOWZA!
Wes is playing in a golf tournament this weekend, and we have a sex date with Viagra scheduled for Sunday afternoon.
Don’t worry. I didn’t swallow last night, and I promise to be careful on Sunday. With myself. But with Wes? Nah. I intend to abuse his gorgeous bod in every delicious way I can think of. And then some. Yummy! *naughty grin*
And I’ll tell you all about it next week. You know I will.
Stay tuned…
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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