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Make-up Sex. Kinda.

I was in a major funk yesterday.  Actually, it surprised me, because I’d had a really productive day and got lots of work done on my erotica vamp novel, so I should’ve been high as a kite.  But by the time Wes came home for dinner I was in a very low mood.  Almost weepy.
 
Well, it’s not like I didn’t know what caused it.  I was just surprised how intense it was.  Anyway, I was realllllly mad at Wes.  That’s what it was.  Monday night he’d been "over-served" with vodka at his local bar and had come home in a nasty Uber-Alpha mood.  He’d been so negative he was downright mean.  I tuned him out for the most part, but it still made me mad.  And that threw me into a funk, because he’s enough of an Alpha that he doesn’t "discuss."  Instead he’s fond of saying, "Laura it is what it is.  Deal with it."
 
Grrrrrrrrrrr….!
 
Wes knew something was wrong with me when we went out to dinner last night, because I had no energy, and I’m usually bouncing off the walls.  On the way home from dinner my fav song by the Marshall Tucker Band ("Can’t You See") came on the radio. 
 
"I love that song," I say.
 
"Yeah, well let’s see how long you listen to it before you change the station and look for a song you like better," Wes snorts. 
 
Okay I do that a lot.  LOL
 
"Not tonight," I reply.
 
"No?" he asks, surprised.  "How come?"
 
"No," I repeat, and then sigh.  "I’m in a funk."
 
"I’m sorry," he says, sounding concerned and taking my hand.  "It’s me, isn’t it?" 
 
Let me clue you in on something.  When Wes apologizes he’s back-pedaling fast and going into the "self-preservation" mode. 
 
I don’t answer.  Actually, I just kinda zone out in my funk.
 
"Yeah," he continues.  "I figured it was me."
 
He’d played golf yesterday, and we’d talked earlier that morning about having sex last night when he got out of the shower.  But when he asks me about it in the car I say, "I don’t feel like fucking.  I’m not in the mood."  And I wasn’t.  I was in such a funk my entire body was numb.
 
Uh-oh.  Now he’s realllllly worried.  His oversexed wife turning down sex?  The world must be coming to an end or something.  LOL
 
Later, after he takes a shower and dries off, he pulls me into his arms.  I’d come into the bathroom to try and discuss what was wrong with me.  I mean, there’s always hope, right? 
 
But holding me last night was like holding a rag doll.  I was limp.  No frisky, oversexed wife grinding my hip into his cock.  No movement at all.  Nothing.
 
"Tell me what’s wrong," he murmurs, kissing my neck.
 
"Okay," I say, sighing.  "I’m mad as hell at you, because you’re an Uber asshole when you’re drunk like you were last night.  And you said mean things to me all night long."
 
"No, I didn’t," he replies, smiling.
 
"See?" I look up at him.  "It does no good to talk to you.  You don’t discuss."  I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh.  "Nothing is ever gonna change."
 
He chuckles and starts teasing my nipples through the black lace cami I’m wearing.  Yeah, that feels good.  But not good enough.
 
"I just wanna be appreciated," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.  "I wanna be passionately loved."
 
Wes laughs.  "I don’t love you passionately?"
 
"No," I reply.  "Not when you act like an Uber asshole.  I hate Ubers."
 
"Looks like I can’t do that anymore," he says, smiling.  "I’ll try to do better.  How about this?"
 
That’s when he growls and bites my neck.  I squeal, and the next thing I know his hot lips are suckling one nipple while his fingers are pinching the other, and I’m heading for the first of many breast Os last night.
 
Okay, there’s obviously something to "make-up sex."  But I think it’s gonna take a few more sessions before I forgive him completely.  
 
In the meantime, did I mention I bought some "Twisted Pleasure" condoms this weekend?  Oh, yeah, make-up sex at my house is about to get realllllly kinky. 
 
Dontcha love it?!  *horny grin*
 
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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