Sometimes I’m Just Too Easy
Well, it’s true!
I’m always in a good mood (I only get mad like twice a year…really). I’m always ready to fuck. I’m not moody. I’m not high-maintenance.
Gee, this sounds awful, doesn’t it? Yeesh! I’m just too easy. And that makes it easy for the men in my life to take me for granted sometimes.
Yeah, Wes is in deep doo-doo today.
He hasn’t been around much this week after being gone last weekend to the coast for golf and fishing. Instead he’s had a lot of late nights this week with his buddies. The few nights he’s been home, his knee has been hurting him, and you know what that means?
Right. No sex.
Argh!
So last night I was feeling neglected and taken for granted and in dire need of skin on skin. Which I didn’t get. All I can say is it’s a good thing I have an awesome self-servicing technique, or I’d be climbing the walls right now for an O.
Of course, I tried to talk to Wes about this last night. Unfortunately, he said all the wrong things.
Argh!
So I’ve decided to stop being so easy. I mean, sometimes I get tired of being the one who does most of the chasing, ya know? The man needs to work harder for what I give him. He needs to chase me more often.
Of course, the problem is I don’t run. Yeah, I just make it too easy.
Well, no more.
Of course this new decision of mine will probably only last until the next time I get fucked. But who knows? Maybe it’ll encourage Wes to fuck me sooner and more often.
A girl can only hope, right? *lusty grin*
In the meantime, I obviously made an impression on Wes last night with my attempt to talk to him. Maybe it wasn’t such a failure after all.
"Are you alright?" he asks, reaching for my hand. It was the first thing he said when he woke up this morning. Wow! That’s a good sign.
"Eh," I reply, shrugging, as I twine my fingers with his. "Kinda. But not really." I pull my hand away. "I’ve made a decision. I’m too easy. So I’m not chasing you anymore. If you want a kiss you have to take it. I’m not offering it."
Wes chuckles.
"And if you want sex," I continue, "you have to make the first move. I’m finished with you."
Then I walk out of the bedroom down to the kitchen with the cats.
After he gets ready for work hewalks into the kitchen to pick up the bag of nutritious snacks I pack for him every day. But I don’t jump him like I usually do. Instead he backs me up against the counter and gives me a blistering, aggressive kiss. Yummy! Haven’t had one of those in the morning in months.
And before he leaves, he tracks me down and gives me another one.
Hmm. So far so good.
Stay tuned…
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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