The Presentation (or should I say “The Penetration”?)
Last night Wes wanted me to listen to a presentation he’ll be giving tomorrow to one of his clients. While I listened, I sat in his computer chair with my feet on the edge of the bed, whirling back and forth.
"So what did you think of my presentation?" he asks when he finishes.
"It was good," I reply. "But it made me horny."
"Quit!" he exclaims, looking exasperated. "Everything makes you horny."
True.
"Actually, I think whirling in this chair makes me horny," I explain. "All that cool air blowing on my hot pussy while I whoosh back and forth, ya know?"
I glance at my sweatpants, which have worked their way down as I whirl in the chair, revealing the edge of the tiny, fuck-me red bikini panties I’m wearing.
"Did I show you these?" I ask, slipping the sweats down to my thighs. "Don’t you love the silver glitter sprinkled across the lace and the tiny bows on my hipbones and ass?"
Wes snorts. "Darlin’, you’re always trying to show me your panties."
I narrow my eyes at him, as I pull my sweatpants back up. "And this is a bad thing how?"
Wes shuffles his presentation and sits down on the edge of the bed. "It’s not normal."
I leap out of the chair (like the limber monkey that I am) and push him back on the bed.
"Don’t, darlin’," he protests. "I’m too tired tonight."
I nuzzle his neck and try to stroke his cock, but he keeps batting my hand away. "I wanna fuck," I whisper in his ear.
"You always wanna fuck," he teases. "That’s not normal."
"What’s not normal?"
"Wanting to have sex every day," he explains. "You need some kind of therapy for sex addicts."
I rise up on my elbow. "Let me get this straight. You have a faithful, oversexed wife. Don’t most men want a wife who likes to fuck all the time? I’m not seeing a problem here."
We laughs and shakes his head.
"But you want me to get fixed so I don’t wanna fuck?" I continue, kinda confused.
"No," he corrects. "Just not as much. Not every day. It’s not normal to want sex every day." He stares at me. "Hey, are you listening to me?"
"Sorry." I shake my head to concentrate on what he’s saying. "I zoned out when I focused on your lips and how much I wanna kiss you." I frown. "Besides I always ignore you when you complain about me." I lick his cheek. "That subject is such a snooze, ya know?"
Then I dive for his dick again. But this time he doesn’t bat me away.
Huh?
Next thing I know his hands are all over the skimpy black cami I’m wearing, and his fingers are pinching my nipples through the thin material.
"You like that, huh?" he asks, a wolfish grin on his face.
"Oh, yeah," I moan, while I squeeze his dick, and it twitches in my hand. "Wait a minute. Weren’t you the one who just told me you were too tired to fuck, and you thought I needed to be neutered like some kinda pesky tomcat?
"Things change, darlin’," he replies, jumping off the bed and pulling me into the bathroom for some frisky bathroom sex.
Alrightyyyyy!!
It’s like I always say. Men are much happier when they think with their little heads rather than their big heads.
Or let’s just say I’m much happier when they do…. *horny 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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