Just Fuck Me
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
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There are lots of things you can say about me. One of them is that I’m really good at pampering myself. Trust me. I am.
Yesterday was a good example. I’ve worked my tail off this week on my new vamp novel and felt I deserved a reward. So I went to Target looking for a CD of ZZ Top or Robert Palmer. Instead I found the greatest hits of Aerosmith. Awesome! "Dream On" and "Sweet Emotion." Yeah, my Camry ROCKED on the way back to my office!
Looks like Wes has finally figured this out about me as well. Either that, or he knows how easily I can be bought. Yeah, that too. *naughty grin*
Here’s what happened. Tuesday night I was realllllllly mad a him. For the last two weeks he’s had an irregular pulse. Okay, he’s been a bad boy and not following his doc’s orders for the A-fib heart condition he has. Because of that, his heart takes an extra beat now, so it seems as if his pulse is skipping a beat. Odd how that works, but that’s what his doc said. However she seems to think this is okay and nothing to freak over. And if she’s cool with it, so am I.
Unfortunately, now that the "heart crisis of the moment" has past, Wes is back to his old ways and NOT following his doc’s orders. Instead he went out with his buddies Tuesday night after golfing and did some of those things that are not good for his heart. So when he came home later that evening he was in deep doo-doo with me.
"I’m not happy with you," I announce when I walk into the bathroom after he steps out of the shower.
"Really?"
Yeah, he was totally clueless. And that’s not his fault. I rarely get mad, and when I do it makes me so miserable I try to talk myself out of it before anyone figures out I’m mad. I know. I’m weird like that.
"I’m not happy being married to you anymore," I continue. "You were taking good care of your heart for two weeks, and now you’re not. I hate going back and forth like this."
Wes just grins and runs a comb through his wet hair while he watches me in the bathroom mirror.
"Okay, you’ve been a total hypochondriac the last two weeks, driving me nuts asking me to check your pulse every ten minutes," I say, rolling my eyes. "But at least you were doing good things for your heart."
"I know, baby," he soothes, drawing me into his arms. I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh in frustration.
Next thing I know he slips his hands between us, and he’s tweaking my nipples through the black lace cami I have on.
Okay, that feels good….
I continue to give him a hard time while he strips off my cami. But the minute he dips his head and takes my eager nipple into his mouth my mind goes blank, and all my brain cells head South to my pussy as fast as their little bunny slippers will take them. Yummmmmmy!
Six breast orgasms later, I’m in a great mood. Plus, Wes got a BJ out of it. In fact when we walk out of the bathroom a hour later I’m no longer mad at him.
I have to admit I like this new strategy of his. Whenever I get mad at him he can pamper me with Os. ANY DAY!!
Yeah, I can be bought. Just fuck me, and I’m a happy woman… *horny grin*
xoxo
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