When Wes came home Saturday night, I had no reason to think this night was gonna be different from any other Saturday night. He’d left for the golf course before I woke up that morning. As usual. Then he spent the afternoon watching college football with his buds at his fav bar. As usual.

I’d been working on my website all day when he came home that evening. Thirty minutes later I finished up and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. But first I stopped in the den to talk to Wes for a minute while he watched more football on TV. As usual.

However, instead of just patting my hip like he usually does while I lean against his chair, his fingers keep walking, quickly slipping beneath the lace cami I’m wearing to run back and forth across my nipples.

Okay, I’m a happy woman! *lusty grin*

“Wow, that was a nice change,” I say when he finishes playing with my nipples and smoothes my cami back down. “You should do that more often.” I wink at him as I walk toward the kitchen. “My bod is Open Season for Groping 24/7. You know how I love it.”

Wes just grins and gives me one of those smug Alpha Impaler looks.

After dinner I go back upstairs to answer the last of my fan emails for the day. A few minutes later Wes walks into my office.

“What’s up, good-looking’?” I ask, standing to give him a kiss. I figure he came upstairs to get the mystery/thriller he’s currently reading. He likes to read while he’s watches sports on TV at night.

“I’ve got a problem,” he replies, pulling down his sweatpants and stroking his semi-hard cock.

“I can see that,” I purr. Wow, Wes is attacking me. Again. Alrightyyyy!

Before I can plaster myself against his bod he pulls off his shirt, and soon he’s standing in my office nude, his clothes piled on the floor at his feet. Oh yeah, somebody’s horny.

Next thing I know, he pulls me to him, lifts my cami, and begins suckling my nipples. My brain cells head south to my pussy as fast as their little bunny slippers can take them, and all I can think about is stripping off my cami ASAP. Easy access, ya know? *sex-obsessed grin*

Wow, I wish I’d known torturing him with lots of touchy-feely talks would make him this passionate. We would’ve had waaaaay more wild rabbit sex over the years. Not that we don’t have a lot now. We do. But we could’ve had even MORE! And I wouldn’t be the only one doing the chasing. Talk about a BONUS!

Just like last time, Wes doesn’t try to make me behave. Nah, he lets me be as intense as I want. He lets me devour his mouth like the starving woman that I am. He lets me climb him like a tree and howl. And he’s just as intense toward me.

Love it!

You know what this means, right? I finally have a man who wants me as much as I want him. A man who can’t keep his hands off me.

Yesssssssssss!!! *happy dance, happy dance*

When I’m numb with breast Os, I stroke his hard cock. “Why don’t you sit in my computer chair,” I purr.

“The only time I sat in your computer chair you gave me a blowjob,” Wes says as he sits, his eyes going black with lust.

“Amazing how that happens, isn’t it?” I purr again, kneeling between his legs to give his cock a few slow licks before I swallow him balls deep.

Wes yelps with pleasure and doesn’t know whether to grab my head or my tits, so he does both. Yeah, we went at each other like wild animals. Sometimes I would suck his dick. Sometimes he’d pull me up and eat at my mouth. It was so much FUN!

Eventually, Wes lets me do my thing and then howls his release. When he can breathe again he pulls me up for another passionate kiss. But when I start to stand he dips his head and draws my sensitized nipples into his hot mouth again.

Alrightyyyy!

By then I’ve recovered from my first round of Os, and I’m ready for Round 2. So I climb into his lap, and we go at it again. Hey, who knew my computer chair could be so much fun, ya know?

All I can say is torturing the man with touchy-feely talks is working MAJOR sex magick in my life right now. Yeah, I highly rec it for all Beta women.

That’s right, Alpha men. If you’re married to a Beta woman, your turn is coming. More touchy-feely talks are on the menu for you. And you better dust off your computer chairs. They’re about to get smokin’ HOT! *wicked grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps
The Magickal Sex Goddess
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(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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