It’s been freakin’ freezing in Columbia for six weeks now.  Yeesh!  We never have weather that cold for this long.  Thankfully, the sun’s been shining most of the time, and the wind has been minimal.

Still, this is the worst allergy season of the year (pigweed, dog fennel, ragweed), so about 80% of the people in South Carolina are coming down with that nasty coughing cold Wes got.  Fortunately, he’s recovering after seven miserable days.  He’s still coughing a bit, but his sinuses are finally clearing up.

Last night when he came home he walked into my office to drop off my mail, and I could tell he was feeling much better.  In fact, he was feeling so good he forgot for a moment he’s been sick.  He turned and started toward me to give me a hug.  Then he remembered and stopped in his tracks.

“You were about to give me a hug, weren’t you?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips so the low-riding sweats I’m wearing slide down below the top of my tiny black lace panties.

“Yeah,” he replies, his red, watery eyes darkening with lust.

“You wanna kiss me, dontcha?” I continue, wiggling my hips so the cut-off I LOVE NEW YORK t-shirt I’m wearing rides up to show my stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies, sniffling as he looks down at my stomach.  “Aren’t you cold dressed like that?”

“Nah,” I reply, lifting my arms so about six inches of my stomach shows while I swing my hips slowly and seductively.  “I work hard on my figure, so I like to show it off.”

“Mmmm,” Wes rumbles, licking his lips.

I turn a slow erotic circle in front of him.  “You wanna fuck me, dontcha?” I tease, lowering my arms to run them across my braless breasts beneath the t-shirt.

“You know I do, darlin’,” he growls, giving me one of those horny Alpha Impaler looks.

“Get well by Sunday, and this is all yours,” I purr, running my hands down my hips to my pussy.

“Stop tormenting me,” he cranks, giving me a warning look before he stomps out of my office.

Okay, I’m laughing like crazy. 

Hey, not my fault!  Wes was sick for our last sex date.  That means by the time Sunday gets here this slut will have gone 13 days with no sex.

HORRORS!

To make matters worse (yes, it gets worse), he got sick the day after I gave him his monthly testosterone shot.  That means the man has had a full tank of testosterone for over a week, and I haven’t been able to take him for a test drive.

HORRORS!

One of my local friends is battling this same cold.  He just texted me, and I told him Wes is finally recovering after seven days of this thing.  Know what he said?

“Glad Wes is feeling better.  Poor guy is going to be back in bed again when you get done with him (lol).  Don’t wear him out.  He’s still recovering.  I almost feel sorry for him.  Almost…”

What can I say?  My friends know me too well.

Hope you have a wickedly naughty weekend.  You know I will.  I’ll tell you all about it next week. 

Stay tuned…  *sex-obsessed grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps
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(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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