Once an Exhibitionist, Always an Exhibitionist
I finally finished the November issue of my naughty newsletter on Friday and sent it out to all my subscribers before dinner. Wes is usually late on Friday nights because he likes to watch the ballgames at his fav bar after work. So I eat dinner by myself, since he always grabs something on his way home.
I had just finished making a tasty roasted vegetable lasagna on a bed of organic peas and kidney beans, topped with sliced black olives, when Wes called.
“Hey, pretty girl, have you eaten yet?” he asks.
“I just started,” I reply.
“Well, I’m on my way home,” he continues. “I’ve only got a dollar in my pocket, so I can’t pick anything up. What can you make me for dinner?”
“How about a sandwich?” I reply.
He’s cool with that, so I make him an organic peanut butter sandwich on whole wheat bread. I grind up cashews and walnuts in my nut grinder and mix them in with the smooth peanut butter. Then I add some organic poppy seed crackers to his plate, and he’s good to go with a meal high in fiber, low-fat protein, minerals, and Omega 3 oils, which are all excellent for his heart.
See? I can be a good wife. Sometimes. LMAO
After we eat I go back to my office and work on computer for another hour before I plan to quit for the day.
On his way downstairs to watch more sports on TV, Wes stops by my office. “I just read your newsletter on my computer,” he says, frowning.
Okay, Wes is one of my newsletter subscribers. He doesn’t read my blog because it’s too “scary.” But he does skim my newsletter.
“You flashed your nipples at your last booksigning?!!” he bellows.
Oops.
“Sure,” I reply, getting up from my computer chair to wrap my arms around his neck and grind my pussy into his cock. “It was fun!”
Wes looks at me like I just landed from Mars. “I’ll bet you ran everyone off.”
“Nah,” I purr. “They thought it was fun, too.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
Wes growls.
“I wore that leopard-print cami with the red lace over my breasts,” I continue, ignoring the way he’s glaring at me with one of those cranky Alpha expressions. I grab it from the closet in my office and poke my finger through the lace to show him what my nipples looked like. “See?”
He rolls his eyes and walks out. “I can’t believe you flash your nipples at people.”
“Oh, yeah?” Now I’m standing at the door of my office as he starts down the stairs. “Like this?” I flip up the black silk cami I’m wearing and shake my nipples at him, laughing like crazy.
Wes turns to the cats standing at his feet. “Your mommy is insane,” he mumbles to them.
They just stare at him. He gets no sympathy from the cats. Why? Because they’re MY cats. I’m the one who rescued them, socialized them, feed them every day, and clean their litter boxes every week. Yeah, they adore me.
Wes shakes his head and walks down the stairs.
Hey, I can’t help it! I love being an exhibitionist. It’s such FUN! And just think. I have two more booksignings left. Wonder what naughty stunt I can plan for those?
Hmmm…. *kinky grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
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Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
Check out my “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/naughtypussycat
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