I Need SEX!!!
No kidding. My sex life has been the PITS for the last three weeks. I’d planned to have lots of sex before I left for Boston, but Wes came down with a yeast infection. Bummer. Didn’t wanna catch that. Horrors!
When I returned from Boston I spent the next week recovering from a cold I’d picked up on the plane. Lots of sick people on those planes. Okay, I learned my lesson. Next time I’m traveling with Airborne (great stuff!).
I recovered from that cold just in time for my reunion the following weekend. But I partied so much in the cold mountain air on Saturday night that I had a relapse of the Boston cold the next week. Then Wes left for a golf trip to North Carolina on Thursday.
Rats!
However, by the time he returned on Sunday I was all healed up and horny as hell. You know what that means, right? Yeah, when he walked through the door last night all I could see was “fresh meat.” *licks my naughty lips*
After he unpacked his suitcases I followed him into the bathroom while he stripped to get in the shower.
“I wanna play when you get out,” I announce.
“I figured as much.” He looks at me and chuckles. “You’ve been following me around like a horny vulture ever since I got home.”
Duh!
But when he lifts his leg to step into the shower he groans painfully. “I might be too beat up to play tonight,” he complains. “My back hurts, my knee hurts, and I have a nasty blister on the bottom of my foot from my golf shoe. I think I’m too old to play golf four days in a row.”
“Sounds like you need some pain relief,” I purr, ignoring his protests. Of course. “Wanna overdose on endorphins with me?”
Wes laughs like crazy while he closes the shower curtain. “You never give up!”
Nah, not me. 
When he finishes and steps out of the shower, I strip off my black lace cami and jump him. Surprisingly, Wes doesn’t put up a fight, and I realize he’s as horny as I am.
Alrightyyyy!
Then he dips his head and draws my eager nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. “Mmmmm,” I moan. Nirvana at last…
“Mmmm,” he hums. “Did your cute little nipples miss me?”
“Oh, yeah,” I purr, as he licks one while rolling the other between his fingers.
When he bites my neck, I squeal through my first O. “I’ve missed your dick so much!” I exclaim, grooving on all the endorphins flooding my needy bod.
Wes just chuckles as he bites my neck and shoulders again, turning my nipples into hard beads.
Yowza!
Being sexually deprived for so long, I kinda overdosed Os, but who can blame me? By now I’m so drunk on endorphins, I can’t stop smiling.
“Want me to lick it?” I ask, as I stroke his semi-hard cock.
“You can try, darlin’,” Wes replies, looking doubtful. “But I’m really beat up and tired.”
Before he can protest anymore, I wrap my hungry lips around his dick, swallowing him all the way to the root. Now he’s the one making happy sounds, and a few minutes later I lap up his cum.
Wes, old and tired? I think not.
Afterwards, we set a sex date for Sunday afternoon. But I’m sure I’ll jump him plenty of times before then. Of course.
Like Aerosmith sings, I’m “back in the saddle again.” And, oh, how I love it!!!
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog…updated daily *wicked grin*)
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