Me, a Nymphomaniac? Okay, Maybe…
Wes and I stalked each other for marathon oral sex Sunday night. Big fun! I’m feeling better on the UTI meds, and after four days of nothing but self-servicing, I can’t begin to express how MUCH I needed to be fucked. Really. In fact, during sex I kept exclaiming, "I’m so HORNY!!!"
Anyway, we started in the bathroom where Wes gave me some awesome Os. The man is turning vampirism into a sexual art, it seems. LOVE the way he bites my neck and shoulders before he goes down on me. Yowza!.
Then we moved into his office where I gave him a BJ that had him howling his pleasure while he sat in his computer chair. We ended up back in the bathroom where I received more Os in gratitude for my oral skills and devotion to his delicious cock. Yummmmmmmy! (I know….I just had to say that *lusty grin*)
Later I collapsed in the Sleep-Number bed with the kitties, while Wes sat in a chair. I had promised to help him with a presentation, and he was reading his notes to me.
The instructions from his boss stated he needed to start the presentation with an attention-grabber. "I’m thinking of using a photo of a forest," he says, shuffling the papers on his lap.
I grimace. "You’re kidding, right?"
"What, darlin’?" He chuckles. "Not exciting enough for you?"
"Nah," I reply, closing the erotica novel I’d been reading.
"I suppose you think I should use a picture of two people fucking?"
"Yes!" I exclaim. "I’ve got a bunch of those hanging in my office. You can borrow one if you like."
Wes looks at me like my elevator has skipped a few floors. "Yeah, that would go over really well." He rolls his eyes sarcastically.
"Hey, I think it’s a great idea." I stick out my tongue at him. Have I mentioned lately how sexy his new goatee looks with his long blonde hair? Makes me purr every time I see it. And it’s so soooooft. But I digress…
"Not everyone thinks about sex all the time, darlin’," he continues.
"I do," I protest.
"That’s because you’re a nymphomaniac," he snorts.
What? Like that’s a bad thing? "Yes," I reply. "But I’m your nymphomaniac." I waggle my eyebrows at him and grin wickedly.
"Be serious," he scolds, giving me a warning look. He picks up his notes again and stares at them intently. "I need to demonstrate how I got better penetration with this account."
"Ooooh," I drawl. "I looooooove penetration…."
"Stop!" he exclaims. "You said you would help me with this, and you’re not. You’re turning everything I say into something sexual."
"Duh," I reply. "Everything is sexual to me." I look at his cock and lick my lips. "I’m a nympho. What do you expect?"
Wes opens his mouth to reply, and then stops and hangs his head in defeat. But he’s chuckling. I can see his shoulders shaking.
Hey, Wes may think I’m a nymphomaniac, but like I said, I’m his. Looks like he’s stuck with me, ya know?
Poor guy. *lusty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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