Tell Me What You’re Wearing Today…
Have I mentioned lately how awesome my new agent is? He’s totally yummy and a barracuda in business.
One of my horny pervy men friends called yesterday, so I started to tell him about my new agent and our business plans.
"Before we talk about your business stuff, tell me what you’re wearing," he asks, chuckling wolfishly. "A black cami showing off your nipples, right?"
"Of course," I respond, grinning like the naughty girl that I am. "Although an hour ago I was topless."
"And what kind of panties are you wearing?" he continues.
I laugh like crazy as I pull down my sweatpants to check. "Are you a fan of NASCAR?"
"Not really," he replies, sounding kinda confused.
"Well, Wes is," I say. "And he calls these my NASCAR panties, because he says they look like the checkered flag."
Now it’s his turn to laugh.
"Exactly," I agree. "I mean, if the NASCAR flag looks like blue and pink checks with hot pink lace and bows then racecar driving is in serious trouble, dontcha think?"
Now we’re both howling.
Afterwards we talk about a bunch of business stuff. "That reminds me," I interrupt. "I changed my mind about the cover shot."
My memoir, Being Naughty & Loving Every Minute of It: The Life and Times of an Erotica Novelist, will be published later this year.
"You know how I wanted to pose for the cover in one of my sheer black lace camis and a pair of tiny leopard-print bikini panties?" I ask.
He laughs wolfishly again. "Looking forward to seeing your nipples."
Gotta love this guy, ya know? *lusty grin*
"Well," I continue, "I realized Wes would kill me or divorce me or both if I pose like that."
"I can imagine." More wolfish chuckling.
"So I came up with a better idea," I say. "One he won’t freak over. How about if I pose in the black lace cami, but I’m wearing a pair of my low-riding jeans. Then I could pull down the zipper and show part of my leopard-print bikini panties?"
"I like that better," he muses. "It’s more seductive."
"Not to mention safer for me," I admit. "Wes is used to me showing everyone my panties when we go out."
"Good idea," he agrees. "No need to give the man another reason to have a heart attack. You’re already fucking him to exhaustion."
True.
"But what are you gonna do with your hands?" he asks.
"How about if I slip my fingers inside my panties?" I suggest wickedly. "Kinda like I’m about to do some self-servicing."
"Naughty!" he exclaims. "I love it!"
So now I’ve got the cover figured out. Plus, I just saved Wes from having a heart attack.
See? I can be a good wife. Kinda. Maybe. Oh, well… *naughty grin*
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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