My Sexy Valentine
Wes and I had a sex date on Sunday. I decided to wear one of my fav babydolls, a sinful creation of satin, ribbons, lace, and black fishnet. Totally sheer, totally wicked. Of course, I went commando beneath it. Yeah, it’s one of his favs, too. *lusty grin*
You know how Wes has been saying he’s got more stamina on Steel-libido? And you know how he’s been working out at the gym to build more strength in his arms and legs, so he can fuck me longer? Well, on Sunday I put him to the test. YOWZA! It was wonderful. I lost count how many G-spot Os I had. And when I finally let him finish, the poor man collapsed beside me, panting and perspiring like he’d just finished a marathon or something. Which he had, actually.
"That was awesome," I say, wrapping my body around his like a pipe-cleaner. "But you know what?"
"What?" he pants, as a bead of perspiration rolls down his cheek.
"I want to go longer next time," I reply, catching his earlobe between my teeth.
"Let’s do it," he pants. Gotta love this guy, ya know? No wonder I’m crazy about him!
After he catches his breath, we discuss the dilemma of Valentine’s Day. It’s coming up on Saturday, and happens to be my fav holiday of the year. Why? Because it’s pink (my fav color), and because it’s all about me. The perfect day for the selfish slut that I am.
There’s only one problem. I’m a vegetarian, and most restaurants only offer a dinner special on that day, which usually includes steak and champagne. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention I don’t drink. No wonder I rarely break a sweat when I’m fucking Wes, ya know? But I digress…
"What are we going to do about Valentine’s Day?" I ask, tucking a long strand of damp blonde hair behind his ear. Have I mentioned how much I love nibbling his earlobes? They’re just so soft. But I digress….again.
"I have noidea," he replies, as I weave my fingers through the satiny hair on his chest. "I’ll check around."
"I could cook," I suggest, grinning like crazy. He’s so easy.
"No!" he shrieks, horrified at the thought. "I’ll want something good that night, like a steak." Yeah, Wes is a meat and sugar boy. He hates my vegetarian cooking as much as my ex did.
"It would be great if you could find a place where we could do some dancing, too," I add. "I’m in the mood to shake my ass to classic rock." I grimace. "None of that beach music stuff." I wiggle my hip into Wes’s groin to demonstrate my point.
"Stop it," he protests, a sly grin curling his lips. "I know what you want. You’re ready to fuck some more, but I can’t." He sighs loudly. "I’m an old man, and you’ve worn me out."
I laugh and wiggle my hip again, running my hand over his gorgeous cock while I nibble his ear.
"Stop it, darlin’," he warns. "You’re just tormenting me."
True. But I’m so good at it. *wicked grin*
In the meantime, we still don’t know where we’ll end up on Valentines Day. But I’m sure I’ll love whatever Wes comes up with. If I’m lucky, I’ll eat a great veggie meal, shake my ass to some classic rock tunes, and Wes will end up flat on his back, deliciously naked and panting again.
Yummmm. Sounds good to me. We’ll see….
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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