As most of you know, my birthday was last Friday.  On Wednesday I’d been working all day, cleaning up my email list.  There’s a large group of people on my list who no longer open my email notifications, yet they won’t opt out either.  So I went through every name (ugh!…took like 16 hours…yeah, it’s a large list), and I eliminated most of them.  Totally worth it cause now my list is lean and trim.  Yay!

When Wes came home that evening I took a break and went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. 

Let me back up for a minute.  One of my hobbies is gardening.  There are three flower gardens outside in my front yard (roses, lilies, morning glories, and azaleas).  And I use two rooms in my house for my offices.  My computer, office equipment, and several tables are in one room.  The other room is for storage, where I keep my book inventory, files, and packing materials for shipping book orders.  There’s a large, sunny window in that room where I grow spinach in a container garden 365 days a year for the spinach and black olive pizzas I love to make every week.

Ten minutes later I’m standing at the counter in the kitchen, slicing olives and chopping fresh spinach leaves for an organic pizza.  When Wes walks up behind me to get a glass of water, I stick my ass out and rub it against his cock.  Of course. 

Instead of backing away like he usually does, he sets his glass down and grabs my hips, grinding his dick into me.

Alrightyyyyy!!

“Let me tell you about my dream now,” I say, continuing to slice olives while I wiggle my ass. 

I’d been awakened by a bizarre dream that morning and texted Wes, saying I would tell him about it that night.  I have lots of dreams, and in this one I had dreamt we were living in our old condo.  Don’t know why I always dream about that place, because I love the house we built years later sooooo much better.  Whatever.  Anyway, for some odd reason it was packed with people selling University of Kentucky t-shirts.  To make matters worse they were holding some kind of pep rally.  Yeah, I’m taking LOUD.  Since I’m not a sports fan, I did my Witchy best to run them all out ASAP.  I told them I run my biz from here, and I want them OUT!

“Isn’t that weird?” I ask, as Wes slips his hands inside my sweatpants, stroking my hips as he humps me from behind.  “It’s kinda like I was doing spring cleaning on the house before I had to stop four weeks ago and clean up my career.  Ya know, get rid of my agent and publish the vamp series through Kittyfeather.”

By now Wes has pulled my sweatpants and panties down to my knees, and my bod is nude from the waist down.  Totally cool for many reasons.  One being, the curtain on the sliding glass door is wide open and only ten feet from us.  Yeah, this exhibitionist is LOVING it.  *kinky grin*

“It’s like I was cleaning this house every night after midnight.  Then in March I had to stop so I could clean up my career to get it back on track.  Then I cleaned up my mailing list.  And now I’m doing biz cleaning in my dreams.”

“How does that feel?” Wes asks, ignoring my revelation.

“Did you hear what I just said about my dream?” I ask, still rubbing my ass against his cock.

“No,” he replies, shoving down his pants so his dick is grinding into my ass cheek.  “I didn’t hear a word you said about your dream.  I was busy.”

By now he’s running his hands up and down my hips, ass, and stomach, pressing me back against his cock.

“How does that feel?” he asks again.

“Well,” I reply, laughing.  “Your dick is heading for my asshole.”  I look over my shoulder at him.  “Did you wanna do anal sex?”

“God, no!” he exclaims, looking horrified.

Okay, I couldn’t resist.  Anal sex is NOT Wes’s thing.

“Well then aim a little lower,” I suggest, laughing like crazy.

When I put down the knife and Wes turns me around in his arms, I discover his cock is nice and hard without Viagra.  So I stoke it and ask, “Wanna fuck?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replies, his eyes dark with lust.

“Before or after dinner?”

“Before,” he says.  “I don’t think I’ll stay hard if I eat.”

“Cool!” I exclaim, whisking the olives and spinach into the refrigerator.  After I put everything away so the cats won’t eat our dinner, we dash upstairs.  Wes takes half a Viagra, and I insert a KY Liquibead.  I walk into the bedroom with Astroglide and a package of condoms in my hands just as Wes runs all the kitties out.  Then we jump each other.

Damn that was a good, hot fuck!

“I’m shocked you let me jump you tonight,” I purr afterwards, nuzzling his neck.  “You rarely let me do that.”

“I know,” he agrees, rolling me over to tongue my rigid nipple.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I’m kinda shocked since you said yesterday you were glad I stopped jumping you for sex every day.”

He moves to my other nipple and grins.  “I changed my mind.”

“Cool!”  Hey, works for me.  “And you still wanna have sex on Friday for my birthday AND on Sunday for our sex date?” 

“Mmmmm,” he hums, sucking my eager nipple deeply into his hot mouth. 

What can I say?  My nipples are total sluts.  Just like me.  LOL

“Sure,” he says, slipping his hand between my dripping wet thighs.  “We can do that.”

Alrightyyyyyy!

Is it any wonder I dashed out the next day to stock up on more lube and condoms at Target?  I mean, there are six condoms in a package of Trojan Supras, and I only had two left.  Yikes!  Not enough.  I mean, it was still two days before my birthday on Friday and four days before our sex date on Sunday. 

Definitely, NOT enough.  Duh.  *sex-obsessed grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
For HOT vampire erotica go here:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
For my naughty blog & novel series:
http://www.LauraStamps.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 6th, 2010 at 8:00 am and is filed under Naughty Notes, Sex. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

• Looks Like Somebody’s Happy to see Me
• My Up*coming Birthday. Yummy!
• The Best O Dream Ever…OMG!!!!
• You’ve Fucked Up One Time Too Many, Dude!
• Cheap and Fuckable. What’s Not to Like, Right?