Sorry about no blog post yesterday. I worked past midnight Thursday night. And even though I slept in until 8:00, I still had to force myself to get up. So no brain cells were available for a blog post on Friday morning. LOL

What had happened was I’d been deluged with a ton of fan mail right before dinner on Thursday night. And when I woke up Friday morning my inbox was packed again.

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE getting mail from my fans!! And if you’ve ever contacted me you know I respond. In fact, thanks to all of you, my brain cells were eventually revived on Friday morning as I answered all of your PMS, chats, emails, and posts to me. Thanks!

Around 11:00, I hopped into the shower because I needed to run some errands that day. Wes works in his home office on Friday mornings, and he had just come back from Charleston shortly after I woke up. His college had sponsored its yearly Alumni golf tournament on Thursday. He’d played with some of his college buddies, and then spent the night down there.

Anyway, when I got out of the shower I realized I’d forgotten to bring a pair of panties into the bathroom with me. So I dashed out nude to snag a pair from my dresser.

But when I opened the bathroom door, Wes called to me from his office to help him solve a computer problem. Have I mentioned how much Wes HATES computers? Well, he does. But I love computers, so whenever he has a problem he calls for me, because he knows I have the patience and the experience to solve it. Most of the time.

“Just a minute,” I shout, dashing to my dresser and grabbing a tiny pair of leopard-print panties. I’d planned to wear a leopard-print bra that day, and it’s very important to coordinate trashy lingerie. Well, it is! *slutty grin*

“What is this?” Wes scowls, jabbing his finger at his computer screen. “I can’t get this thing off of here.”

He’s sitting at his desk with back to me, so he has no idea I’m practically nude and wearing only a tiny pair of panties.

“Let me take a look at this,” I say, leaning against him to grab his mouse (which he never uses, but I do). BTW, he’s in Excel. Figures. Have I mentioned how much I DON’T like Excel? LOL

I try several things, and nothing works. His laptop is part of his company network, and they strip his programs, deleting a lot of the options I need to solve most of the computer messes he gets himself into.

“Argh!” I exclaim after a while. “Excel is so frustrating!”

Wes chuckles. “Who are you kidding, darlin’? You’re getting off pressing your breast into my shoulder.”

Alrightyyyy! He finally noticed I’m almost nude. Definitely a good sign. *naughty grin*

I laugh, and then fix it so he can send his message anyway without solving his problem. But I continue to lean against him, pressing my breast into his shoulder.

“Since I’m here and my nipple is like 5 inches from your face, don’t you wanna do something about it?” I purr, shaking my nude breasts at him.

“No,” he grumbles, trying to push me away. “I’m busy, and I have work to do.”

“Nothing could be THAT important,” I tease, ignoring his protests, as I climb into his lap and straddle his legs.

Okay, now Wes is laughing, while he wraps his hands around my hips.

“Suck me,” I say, wiggling an eager nipple at him.

“Okay, fine,” he grudgingly replies, lightly biting both of my nipples and then laving them with his talented tongue.

Alrightyyyy!

“You are relentless,” he murmurs, looking up at me.

Duh.

After a few more licks and sucks he pushes me off his lap. “Finish getting ready,” he says, turning back to his computer. “I have work to do.”

So I give him a passionate kiss and sashay into my bathroom with very happy nipples.

Relentless persistence is highly underrated, dontcha think? I mean, it totally works for me. *wicked grin*

Speaking of that, we’ve got a sex date this afternoon. Wes has a business thing tomorrow, so we had to move our usual sex date from Sunday to Saturday. And this time he’ll have to fuck me slower, so I won’t get a friction burn on my pussy from the condom.

Slow and deep. Yeah, makes me wet just thinking about it. Purrrrrrrrrrr…….!

xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
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