My Trigger Clit
I’m sorry to report Wes and I had to cancel our sex date on Sunday. Bummer, I know. But it couldn’t be helped.
Here’s what happened. On Friday he drove down to the coast to spend the weekend golfing at Edisto Island. Halfway down, he pulled into a Rest Stop to pee. But when he opened the car door his back went out. Yikes!
He called me a few minutes later, telling me he was walking like a crab, and his back hurt like hell. I convinced him to turn around and come back to Columbia. He was obviously in no shape to play golf.
So he spent Friday morning getting an adjustment from his chiropractor (who scolded him, because several things were out of alignment in his back and had been for a while). Then he made an appointment with our acupuncture doc and his massage therapist.
After all that, he felt much better and was no longer walking like a crab. However, his chiropractor gave him strict instructions NOT to drive down to the coast to play golf on Friday. NOT to ride out to his course in Columbia and play golf. NOT to go to the gym and work out. Does the man know him or what? LOL
However, Wes did play golf on Saturday, and his back was not happy about it. When he came home that evening he iced it and turned on the vibrator pillow in his reclining chair.
After dinner, I walked into the living room and sat on the arm of his chair. I didn’t realize he had turned on his vibrator pillow, because he hadn’t used it for months. That pillow is so intense it vibrates the entire chair.
A minute or two after I sit on the arm of the chair, I scream and grab my crotch, rubbing it for relief.
“You’ve got the vibrator on,” I pant, looking at Wes. Then I scream again and hop off, massaging my overstimulated pussy.
Wes shakes his head. “I forgot what a trigger clit you’ve got.” He looks at me like I need serious meds.
I try to sit on the arm again. “Isn’t all that vibrating making you horny?” I ask, still panting.
“No,” he replies, looking at me like I need serious meds AND months of sex-addiction therapy. “You’re not even sitting on the pillow.”
“Yikes!” I scream and jump off the arm again, hopping around the living room like a horny rabbit, rubbing my over-stimulated clit.
Wes just laughs and continues to shake his head. “You’re a mess, darlin’.”
“Did I ever tell you about the vibrating table at Dr. Li’s?” I ask, trying to breath normally and needing to be fucked soooooo badly now.
“No.”
“Last year the assistant wanted me to try it, ” I explain. “She said it felt fantastic on her back. There are bars running down it that ripple back and forth. But when she turned it on it didn’t do much for me because I don’t have a bad back. Then she flipped another switch. She didn’t warn me the table also vibrates. I screamed and jumped off.”
I couldn’t help it, okay? Getting a vibrator near my pussy is a DANGEROUS thing!
“What did she say when you did that,” Wes asks, grinning.
“She laughed like crazy and said she wasn’t surprised,” I reply.
Wes rolls his eyes. “Pease tell me the entire acupuncture office does NOT know you have a trigger clit,” he warns, looking soooo Uber-Alpha. I can almost see the gray storm cloud forming over his head. LOL
“Nah,” I tease. “They just know I’m an oversexed slut who fucks you every chance I get. In fact, they think you’re my boy-toy. Which you are. ” I grin wickedly. “Why do you think when they saw you walking like a crab yesterday they asked if I did that to you?”
His eyes narrow, and he growls loudly. I start laughing, and he swats at me as I jump out of the way.
Hey, not my fault. The man is just too easy! ROFLMAO
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog…updated daily *wicked grin*)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog…updated daily *wicked grin*)
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