My Life as a Wiccan Sex Witch
"I am so thrilled that there is such a talented witch writing in South Carolina. That hasn’t happened since the 1800s." (Chris Smith)
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Is that awesome or what?! Chris Smith is a Pagan living in South Carolina, who discovered my novels last week. He’s also well-versed in Pagan history, so that makes his statement even more flattering. Thanks, Chris. Flattery will get you everywhere with me! *wicked grin*
Especially this week. Yeah, I’ll take all the flattery I can get. I’ve been working 12-hour days since Monday. What a traumatic week! First, I had a difficult editing situation to work through, which was resolved on Thursday morning. Then I spent Thursday and Friday catching up on all the mail and work I’d put aside while immersed in that editing dilemma.
Whew! By the time Wes came home last night at 8:00pm I was totally wasted and could barely keep my eyes open. But I missed him, so I kept him company in the bathroom while he took a shower.
I tried to talk to him, but ended up leaning against the bathroom door, almost falling asleep. Of course he noticed as he watched me over the shower curtain. And I did manage to tell him I’ve been so tired this week I’d fallen asleep the last two nights before I could self-service. That means I’ve gone two days without an O. Horrors! But I was just too tired to do anything about it.
A few minutes later, Wes steps out of the shower, dries off, and presses me against the bathroom door with his naked, sparkly clean bod.
"What do you think you’re doing, big-boy?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him and laying my weary head on his shoulder, inhaling the wonderful scent of soap, shampoo, and hot man. Yummy!
"Mmm," he replies, lifting my chin and kissing me gently. Quickly, he deepens the kiss, and pretty soon my shirt is whisked off along with my bra, and they go flying over the shower rod . "I thought I might chew on you a little," he purrs, staring like a starving man at my rosy nipples.
"Sounds good to me," I respond, suddenly wide awake and wanting to climb him like a tree. "Knock yourself out, big-boy."
Before you know it, my sweatpants and panties are pooled on the floor. Always amazes me how strong men are, ya know? They can strip the clothes right off of you before you even realize it. Just another reason to love them, isn’t it? *wicked grin*
Eventually, my sweatpants and panties end up hanging over the shower curtain with the rest of my clothes, but I barely notice. I’m too busy squealing through two explosive breast orgasms. Yowza!
The next thing I know, Wes sets me on the counter next to the sink. "Your pussy looks sooooo good," he growls, staring hungrily at my glistening curls.
I smile like the vixen I am, and spread my legs wider, flashing him. "You know it is," I tease. Oops! He grabs my legs, wraps them around his hips, and before I can blink he’s making up for all those Os I missed the last two days. Yowza!
Isn’t it amazing how quickly I can go from being totally exhausted to horny-as-hell? All it takes is a naked man kissing me, and I’m a goner. Suddenly, my engine is roaring, and I’m ready to be fucked, good and hard. Once a slut always a slut… LOL
Maybe I should change my spiritual path from a Wiccan Faery Witch to a Wiccan Sex Witch. Dear Goddess, I’m an easy lay! But who doesn’t know that, right?
At any rate, have a great weekend! I guess you know what I’ll be doing. *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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January 31st, 2009 at 3:23 pm
You clothes
Laura,
Do your clothes have velcro closures (instead of buttons, snaps, zippers)? Seems like Wes is always whisking them off and making them disappear so fast…;D
auntee
January 31st, 2009 at 3:38 pm
Re: Your clothes
Even better, Auntee. There are no closures on my clothes when I’m working in my office. I usually work in a t-shirt and sweats. My bra does have hooks in the back. But some days I just wear a sexy lace camisole instead of a bra (like today), which has no hooks and just pulls off over my head.
Still, the man can do it so FAST!! Always amazes me, ya know? LOL
xoxo
Laura Stamps
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)