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.

What can I say?  I was just too tired to fuck.  Horrors!

Yeah, Wes was in shock too.  His “energizer-bunny” wife was suddenly too tired to have sex?  Yikes!  Now he’s really worried.  I mean, it’s not like he isn’t always after me about the long hours I work every day.  He is.  So he told me I should nap when we get home.

But I had about two hours of work I wanted to do on the Holiday Card mailing first.  Plus, I wanted to announce to everyone on Facebook I was taking the day off, so they wouldn’t wonder why I wasn’t answering their PMs, chats, and emails.

Finally, at 3:00 I finished everything on computer and crashed in bed with the kitties for a nap.  But 45 minutes later my eyes popped open, and my first thought was: “I wanna dick inside me NOW!”

Yowza!

Obviously, my libido had recovered in record time.  Hey, maybe I do run on energizer batteries.  LOL

A few minutes later Wes walked into the bedroom to put his socks away, since he washes his work and golf clothes on Sunday afternoons.

“You’re awake,” he comments, tossing his socks in the drawer.

“I changed my mind,” I reply.  “I wanna fuck.  Our sex date is back on.”

“It is?”  He frowns.  “I was horny this morning, and really looking forward to it.  But I’m not horny anymore since you cancelled it.”

“Take a Viagra,” I say.  “You’ll be horny in an hour.”

An hour later I hustle Wes into the shower while I change the sheets on the bed.  My engines are roaring (as usual), and every bit of fatigue has disappeared.

Alrightyyyy!

After I insert the Liquibead (LOVE those!), grab some condoms, a box of tissue, and a tube of KY, I dash into the bedroom to find Wes lying on top of the sheets, his dick standing up as hard as a flagpole.

Alrightyyyy!

“Looks like somebody’s horny again,” I purr.  “Gotta love Viagra, ya know?”

Wes grabs me, and we roll across the bed.  A few minutes later I slip a condom on his cock, coat it with KY (so I won’t get another friction burn from our frisky fucking), and…yesssssss!…I’ve got a verrrry hard dick inside me.

Alrightyyyy!

Wow, he fucked me good, too.  We went two rounds, and toward the end I was growling and screaming my Os.

I never thought I’d say this, but I LOVE CONDOM SEX!!!  I swear, those Trojan Supra condoms give me as much sensation as I had without condoms.  No kidding.  The Os just rock my world.

So my Sunday was full of catnaps and sizzling hot sex.  Not the two-week vacation in Key West I’ve been fantasizing about in my newsletter and at Facebook.  But close enough. 

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr….!  *sexually satisfied grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
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