Here’s what happened.
As you know, I’ve been nuking Wes with herbal sex boosters like Steel-libido and testosterone supplements. Well, a few weeks ago a buddy of his gave him some Viagra samples, so I added that to the mix.
Eureka!
All I can say is Viagra is amazing. We tried it for the first time last Sunday. Wes was as hard as a tree branch in minutes and had the sexual stamina of 20-year old. I know. The answer to this slut’s dreams for sure! *horny grin*
Yesterday, we gave it another shot. This time we knew we could fuck for as long as we wanted, so we planned to go for an hour or more and try some new sex positions. Unfortunately, we couldn’t do all of them, because the tendonitis in my wrist is still too tender to bear any weight. But we did find one position that had me screaming my Os. Yeah, another one that hit my G-spot every time. Yowza!
In fact, in that position Wes kept whispering in my ear, "Your wet pussy feels sooooooo good!" No wonder. After all those Os his dick was swimming in one flood after another. Yummy!
An hour later, when I finally told him he could finish, I’d had 9 orgasms. His heart was racing (in a good way), and I ended up flat on my back, totally wasted, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
No doubt about it. It was Orgasm Nirvana at my house yesterday afternoon. I’m sure any of my neighbors who were outside working in their yards and heard me screaming each climax would verify that. *naughty grin*
When I can move again, I roll over on Wes, and he starts talking about the weight he’s lost and how flat his stomach is looking these days.
"This reminds me of a blog post I wrote last week about the kind of man I’m attracted to," I say, pressing my lips against his hot neck. Mmmmmmmm…..
"Oh?" he replies, his eyes closed, his bod totally relaxed, grooving on the great sex we just had.
"Yeah," I continue. "May fav age range for men is 38-43."
"What about 56?" Wes protests, suddenly wide awake and glaring at me. He definitely looks like he’s gonna start growling any minute.
"56 is good, sugar," I soothe, grinning mischievously. "One of my fav cybersex guys is 55 and another is 53."
I nibble his earlobe, and he closes his eyes again, content for the moment.
"But most of my cybersex guys are 38-43" I purr. "That’s the perfect age, ya know? Great mix of experience and stamina."
Wes opens one eye and growls.
"I’m also not attracted to flabby men," I continue, ignoring him. "I like for all my guys to work out and have buf bods."
"And how do you know this, darlin’?" Wes asks, turning over and glaring at me. Okay, I won’t tell him some of these guys are exhibitionists and send me nude pics of themselves. Noneed to wave raw meat in front of an angry Leo lion, ya know? *wicked grin*
"Because they tell me," I reply, trying to look innocent (yeah, right *LOL*). "I always ask them how tall they are and how much they weigh and if they work out. You know, all the important stuff so I can add yummy details to our cyberfucking."
His mouth drops open, and he looks at me like I need serious meds.
"Not my fault," I continue. "Lots of guys contact me every week, wanting to cyberfuck me. But I’m picky. I only play with the gorgeous ones."
Wes just shakes his head.
"Okay, so I’m shallow," I protest. "Like who doesn’t know that?" Duh.
"You’re such a slut," Wes says, getting up to search for something to wear.
"True," I admit, proudly.
"A shallow slut," he adds, grinning from ear to ear, when he finds his boxers.
"True," I agree, reaching for the babydoll he stripped off me earlier and slipping it on. "But I’m cute." I walk over to him and rub against his chest, fondling his delicious cock. "And I fuck like a teenager."
"No doubt about that, darlin’." He grabs me and gives me a smoldering kiss that curls my toes. Really.
Okay, you have to admit for a shallow slut I’ve done pretty well. Hey, if it works for me, I’m going with it, ya know? *lusty grin*
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