Thursday night Wes surprised me by walking into my office. Yes, that’s unusual. Wes is the kinda guy who can’t wait to get off computer so he can dash downstairs, get something to eat for dessert (like yogurt or nuts), and park his ass in his reclining chair to watch sports on TV.

Imagine my surprise when he walked back upstairs and appeared in my office at 9:00pm.

“Look what the yogurt did to me.” He flips down the front of his sweatpants, and his hard dick pops out.

Yeah, that’s me. And those are my four addictions. Oh, how I love them!! *lusty grin*

When I posted on Facebook earlier this week about my recent sexy lingerie purchases, I got a comment from one of my fans that made me think about this.

Readers often assume I buy sexy, trashy lingerie for Wes. Nah. The truth is the man isn’t into lingerie. In fact, he thinks my obsession is silly. No, I’m not kidding.

So I buy trashy lingerie for ME. That’s right. Like all my addictions, it makes me happy. And anything that makes me happy is something I’m gonna do a LOT.

When Wes came home Saturday night, I had no reason to think this night was gonna be different from any other Saturday night. He’d left for the golf course before I woke up that morning. As usual. Then he spent the afternoon watching college football with his buds at his fav bar. As usual.

I’d been working on my website all day when he came home that evening. Thirty minutes later I finished up and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. But first I stopped in the den to talk to Wes for a minute while he watched more football on TV. As usual.

However, instead of just patting my hip like he usually does while I lean against his chair, his fingers keep walking, quickly slipping beneath the lace cami I’m wearing to run back and forth across my nipples.

After I got off computer Friday night, I crashed in bed with the cats and an erotica novel while Wes watched sports on TV downstairs in the den.

Ten minutes later I hear him walking up the stairs.

“I thought you were still working in your office,” he says, when he enters the bedroom and sees me lying on the bed with the kitties.

Last night when Wes stepped out of the shower I jumped him.

“Whoa!” he exclaims. “I never said I wanted to play tonight.”

“Sure you do,” I insist, ignoring his protests, while I rub up against his gorgeously clean bod. “I wanna fuck. Let’s do it!”

Wes laughs. “You always wanna fuck.”

Monday night after dinner Wes and I went back to work on computer in our offices. About 30 minutes later, I heard him finish up and walk down the hall. I thought he’d come by my office like he usually does, but he didn’t this time. Instead he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Rats! He’s avoiding me because he knows what I want. *horny grin*

Sorry about no blog post yesterday. I worked past midnight Thursday night. And even though I slept in until 8:00, I still had to force myself to get up. So no brain cells were available for a blog post on Friday morning. LOL

I had an awesome day yesterday. Not only did I receive a nice surprise in a business negotiation, but my first contest on my Facebook Fan Page is going really well. Yay! So I was in a great mood when Wes came home last night.

Wes came home last night from golfing and jumped in the shower while I was still working on computer.  It was late, and he’d already eaten dinner, so I fixed vegetarian lasagna for myself.
 
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Wes had a birthday on Saturday.  He turned 57.  And he also played in a golf tournament at his country club all weekend. 
 
Saturday morning before he left for the course I told him I intended to use and abuse his bod, because I was horny as hell and in the mood to play.  When he came home that [...]