Wednesday night I crashed in bed with the kitties after dinner, because I’d gotten up early (horrors!) for my monthly acupuncture appointment that morning. I thought I was handling it well, considering getting up at 6:00 usually slams me. But while I was buried in paperwork and tax stuff at my desk that afternoon my brain cells stopped working. And the rest of the day dissolved in a groggy haze, typical of what happens when I have to get up early.

After dinner Wes worked on computer, while I lounged in bed, reading an erotica novel. When he finished, instead of going downstairs to watch sports on TV like he usually does, he crawled in bed with me.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I like this,” I say, tossing the book aside and rolling over to plaster my bod against his.

“Mmmm,” he replies, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a passionate kiss.

“Hey, you wanna play?” I ask, suddenly full of frisky energy. Okay, I’m easy. *lusty grin*

“Your cat is glaring at me,” Wes replies, chuckling.

I look in the direction he’s pointing, and sure enough the cat snuggled in my arms before Wes crawled in bed is scowling at him. Too funny!

I turn back to Wes. “Hey, you wanna play?” I ask again, ignoring the cat. Okay, I’m persistent. But who doesn’t know that?

Wes laughs. “I thought I had to play with you tonight because you said you wanted to. Especially after that thing about being passionately loved.”

“Huh?” Call me shocked. “I always say I wanna play, and you ignore me half the time, so I forgot about telling you that last night.”

Wes gives me another passionate kiss. “Well, now I’m paying attention.”

Alrightyyyyy!

“But we can’t fuck here because there are six cats on the bed,” he complains.

“No problem,” I say, hopping off and dragging him into the bathroom. I strip off my cami with lightning speed, but Wes remains dressed. “Off with your shirt,” I demand, unfastening the first few buttons and then tugging the shirt over his head.

Wes looks at himself in the mirror. “The scales at the gym say I gained eight pounds over the holidays.”

“So did my agent,” I reply, weaving the fingers of my left hand through his long blonde hair. “But all I care about right now is this.” I cup his dick with my right hand and squeeze lightly.

Wes growls and bends me back, taking my eager breast into his hot mouth. Then he quickly sheds his sweatpants and boxers with no help from me. Wow.

Much to my surprise, the man was all over me. Obviously, I got through to him with my touchy-feely talks. I mean, I totally overdosed on breast Os, and he was still all over me. It was GREAT!

Finally, when I’m floating in orgasmic nirvana, I say, “Let me lick your dick.”

Here’s another shock. This time he didn’t protest or act like it wouldn’t do any good. He just let me jump him. Three minutes after I swallow his gorgeous cock and do my thing he’s heading toward his climax. Fast.

“Suck me, suck me…,” Wes chants, and then he explodes with a shout.

Yeah, I think he had a good time, too. See? There’s something to this passionate love stuff. It’s fun!

Duh.

Anyway, it looks like shooting Wes in the ass every month with testosterone and harassing him with touchy-feely talks gets me what I want: a man who loves me passionately and can’t keep his hands off me.

Alrightyyyyy!

Miracles never cease, I guess. But, hey, you know me. I’ve never been one to question a miracle. Nah, I just go with it. And ride, baby, ride!! Oh, yeah… *horny grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps
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