My Priorities
I woke up full of energy and ecstatically happy Sunday morning. I think it was due to a combination of things, all of which happened on Saturday.
First, I finished all those books I told you about in my blog post yesterday. Next I took those awesomely sexy pics of my new fishnet cami and fuck-me red panties. Then I got a chance to clear my desk and straighten up my office for the first time this year. Not to mention I had two self-servicing sessions and one long cyber-sex session on Saturday, which were all very satisfying. Purrrrrrrrrrrrr……….
Plus, I had a sex date with Wes on Sunday afternoon. This time I decided to wear the fishnet cami and nothing else. When I walked into the bedroom he was already waiting for me.
"I like this," he growls, when he sees the cami.
"It’s new," I reply, grinding my hip into his rapidly growing cock.
"I can see your nipples through it," he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs over those rosy beads through the fine weave of the fishnet.
"Mmmm," I moan, the delicious friction from his fingers sending waves of pleasure from my nipples to my clit. Yummy!
He kept it up longer than I thought he would, obviously enjoying the erotic effect it was having on me. But a few minutes later he lifts the edge of the cami and pulls it off of me in one impatient motion. Next thing I know, he’s bending me backward, and his hot mouth and fingers are attacking my breasts.
YOWZA!
When he lets me come up for air, I discover his dick is rock hard. So I lean down and swallow him all the way to the root, swirling my tongue around his shaft to saturate it with my fav lube. Then I jump on the bed and pull him with me.
We end up going three rounds, and I lost count how many Os I had. All I know is my legs started to tremble at some point, and afterwards I totally zoned out, just grooving on how good I felt.
"My heart is pounding," Wes mumbles, laying his hand on his chest.
"Mmm," I purr, still unable to form coherent words after all those great G-spot Os.
"And you’re so wet, darlin’," Wes whispers, turning to give me a passionate kiss.
True. My thighs were soaked in my cream, and it was still trickling out of me.
"But you’re wearing me out," he continues, when he breaks off the kiss. "My arms were hurting toward the end."
"You should lift weights," I suggest, wrapping myself around him like one of the morning glory vines in my garden.
"I do," he replies. "When I go to the gym."
"Dontcha love that burn?" I lift 5-pound weights every night to keep my arms toned.
"I don’t lift them enough to get a burn," he comments.
"Oh, that’s your problem. I’m up to five reps of ten with each arm. You should lift until you feel your arm muscles burn and then work up from there."
"Maybe," he replies, rolling off the bed and heading toward the bathroom. "But I think I’m just getting old and breaking down."
"Nah," I purr, stretching on the sheets like the naughty, temporarily-satiated pussycat that I am. "It’s gonna be DECADES before I’m finished with your gorgeous dick."
Wes laughs and shakes his head. "You’re such a slut, darlin’."
True. But at least I have my priorities in order. I mean, what could be more important than wild, frisky sex for the rest of my life, ya know? Sounds good to me.
But you knew it would… *horny 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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