Tuning in Berlin
I needed to be fucked yesterday. Badly. It had been several days since I’d had sex, and I was reallllllllly getting squirrelly. Plus, I’d finally finished editing "Sex Magick," a new, sizzling hot erotica novella for my publisher. I was in the mood to celebrate, and what better way than with lots of wild monkey sex, right? Works for me! *horny grin*
Unfortunately, Wes was in Georgia yesterday and wasn’t supposed to be home until late last night. So you can imagine how happy I was when he called at 6:00 and was already back in town. Yay!
I made a roasted vegetable lasagna for my dinner, and Wes brought home a chef salad from Subway for his. Afterwards, he worked on computer for a while. When he finished, I jumped in his lap.
"Let’s play," I suggest, waggling my naughty eyebrows like the horny girl that I am.
"Can’t," he replies. "My dick is still sore from the last time I fucked you."
"It is not!" I exclaim. "Besides, this morning you told me you couldn’t fuck me anymore because your dick fell off."
Wes starts laughing. "I forgot I told you that."
"So," I continue, "since your dick is still attached, we can play."
"We can’t," he protests, chuckling. "I had too much to drink, and it won’t work."
"You did not!’ I exclaim again. "How many drinks did you have?"
"Eleven," Wes says, trying to look serious and failing miserably. In fact he laughs so hard, he leans back in his chair, causing me to fall forward. When I do, my pussy makes contact with his cock. Yummy!
"Ooooh," I purr, rubbing my hungry cunt on his dick. "I like this."
"Oh no, you don’t!" he warns, lifting me off his cock. "I’m too tired."
"I’ve got an idea," I say, slipping my hand down to stroke his crotch before he bats me away. "Let’s play."
"You’re relentless!" he exclaims, laughing again.
"Of course, I am," I tease. "I’m horny, and I wanna fuck!"
"That’s no surprise," he comments looking at me like I need serious meds. But I ignore him, leap off his lap, and tug him into the bathroom. Then I strip off my cami and wiggle my eager breasts and nipples at him.
"Yikes!" he shrieks when I reach up under his shirt, tangling my fingers in his soft chest hair. "Your hands are cold!"
"So warm me up," I purr, rubbing my breasts against his chest.
And that’s exactly what he did. After a few sizzling breast Os I’m squealing with delight, and my bottom lip has gone numb from all the pleasure.
"How do you like that?" Wes asks, rolling my nipples between his talented fingers, hurling me toward another shattering O. "I’m tuning in Berlin."
I giggle. "You always say that. That sounds so World War II. I’ll bet nobody knows what you’re talking about."
"Sure they do," he replies. "All the old guys know about tweaking the nobs to tune in radio Berlin."
Maybe so, but I could care less. Between all the great Os he gave me and the way he howled when I wrapped my hot lips around his delicious dick, I’ll bet they heard us all the way to Berlin. If not, we gave it a good shot, doing our part to celebrate "Hump Day." Dontcha love it?
You know I do. Purrrrrrrrr……… *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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