Wasted….Again!
I spent all day yesterday working like a crazy woman on agent-related stuff. Whew! This week I’ve been talking with a friend of mine who runs an awesome marketing company. He wants to take over my career and become my "handler" (publishing, marketing, public relations, the whole nine yards).
When we come to an agreement, he’ll basically "own" me. Ooooooh, does that sound kinky or what? Love it!
Anyway, I was an incredibly good girl yesterday, slaving through a bunch of computer stuff he wanted me to do. So I felt I deserved a reward.
Let’s face it. Being a good girl is NOT my thing. I’m much better at being baaaaaaad. So you know what kind of reward I wanted, right? Yeah, this bad girl wanted to be fucked. And good! *slutty grin*
Actually, when Wes left for work yesterday morning he promised he would do just that. But when he came home and I reminded him of it, he said he was too tired. Well, what’s a bad girl to do? I completely ignored his protests, of course.
"Why don’t you take a shower?" I suggest, hustling Wes toward the bathroom. "You’ll feel much better." It’s been hot and humid in South Carolina all week, making everyone sticky and miserable.
"I do feel better," he announces later when he pulls back the curtain and steps out of the shower.
"Told ya," I reply, grooving on the fresh, musky scent of the soap he uses, while I leer at his naked bod like a starving woman.
"You’ve got too many clothes on, darlin’," he insists, whisking off my purple lace cami and flinging it over the shower rod.
Alrightyyyy!
Then he pulls me into his arms and gives me a passionate kiss.
Hmm. That shower strategy worked better than I thought. I’ll have to use it more often. *naughty grin*
However, all coherent thoughts flee my mind when he bites my neck, nibbling his way down to my aching nipples. Soon he’s feasting on those eager buds, licking and sucking and pinching me into a series of sizzling breast Os that leave me squealing and breathless. Yummmmmmmy!
By the time I push him against the vanity and devour his gorgeous dick I’m like a woman possessed. I even tried a few new moves this time with my tongue, flicking it relentlessly over and around the head of his cock, while I sucked his shaft so hard my cheeks hollowed. Yeah, Wes did his share of shouting, too. ;)
But suddenly he pulls away and lifts me up. "You can’t swallow, remember?" he warns, as he finishes himself with his hand and turns just in time to shoot hot cum into the sink.
"Oh, no!" I exclaim, shocked at what I’d almost done. "I completely forgot."
He laughs and grabs a tissue to clean himself up. "I could tell."
"Really," I continue, rubbing my breasts against his back. "I forgot all about the Lyme’s disease." I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder. "I was going for the finish line, and that was that!"
"I know, darlin’," he replies, turning to kiss me deeply. Then he dips his head to give my nipples one last lick, making me moan at how good his talented mouth always feels on my bod.
Afterwards, I was so wasted I collapsed in the Sleep-Number bed with the kitties, boneless and completely satisfied.
Today, I’m hard at work again on more agent stuff. Tomorrow I have a booksigning at Waldenbooks at the mall. And a sex date with Wes on Sunday.
Still, that leaves tonight and Saturday night open for more frisky fun. Hmm. If I play my cards right this could turn into another sexfest weekend. Yeah, just the thought of it makes this insatiable slut purrrrrrrr…………. You know it does. *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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