What fun!

Many thanks to all of you who posted a question last week for this interview.  It was a blast answering them.  Okay, here we go…! 

Interview with the SexWitch

1.) Have you ever slept with a boss or coworker of yours? (Kristen’s question)

Hmm.  I dated a few coworkers, but how can I say this delicately?  None of them “inspired” me to go beyond the kissing/groping stage.  However, there have been a few 20-something guys who’ve worked at bookstores where I’ve done booksignings that I would jump in a sec.  That counts, doesn’t it?  Hey, life is goooood when you’re a cougar.  LMAO

Actually, Wes is the only one who qualifies as an answer to this question.  We were both working at the college, and that’s how we met.  I was working in the Print Shop part-time, and he was working in the Accounting Office.  I had to run by his office every two weeks to pick up my paycheck from him.  In fact, I still have the paper the college sent me, telling me to pick up my paycheck from Wes.  Cool, huh?

2.) Have you ever had a experience with a vamp yet or witch (Desi’s question)

I don’t know if this is a sex question, but I’ll pretend it is (lusty grin).  The answer is Yes.   Actually, I married one.  No kidding.  Wes is a Histrionic Psychic Vampire, which is one reason why he has so many hissy fits.  The other reason is cause he’s an irritating Alpha.  Duh.  But I’ve been surrounded by psi-vamps all my life.  I’m a high-level Empath, and our healing energy is like chocolate to psi-vamps.

In case you’re wondering, Histrionic Psi-Vamps are aggravating but not the dangerous kind.  One of my old college boyfriends is a Paranoid Histrionic Psi-vamp.  Okay, those are the reallllly scary ones.  In fact, if you’ve read “What Witches Want: Book Two of the Witchery Series,” I modeled the character of Greer after that old boyfriend.  Typing this reminds me I woke up the other night after dreaming about him.  I haven’t had a dream about him in decades, but he was still mean as hell, which is why I woke up.  Shivers!

So, yes, I know and have had all kinds experiences with psi-vamps and blood vamps (Sanguinarians).  And, yes, I’ve fucked a few, too. 

Of course, Wes is the vamp who gave this shallow slut the best Os of her life, so he’s the one who got to marry me.  Never let it be said I don’t have my priorities in order, ya know?  *sex-obsessed grin*

If you’re on Facebook or Twitter you saw my tweet on Sunday about our sex date.  Seems we got so frisky Wes ended up with friction burns from the condom on both sides of his cock.  Really.  Gives new meaning to the phrase “burning rubber,” doesn’t it?  LMAO!! 

Seriously, though, it’s nice to know at the age of 58 the man can still ring my bell.  Yeah, that was one HAWT sex date.  The man was giving me Os so fast I only had like two seconds to catch my breath before I started climbing toward the next one.

YOWZA!

So if you marry a vamp be sure he’s an expert with his “tool” and uses it often.  Makes it easier to endure all their vampy drama the rest of the time.  Kinda.  *falls over laughing*

3.) Where is the most public place you’ve ever had sex? (Amber’s question)

I have this thing about sex and water.  Sex in a pool, sex in a shower, sex in the sink in the bathroom, sex on the beach, sex in the ocean.  You get my drift.  The funny thing is I’m not even a water person.  I just like to have sex in it or near it.  *kinky grin* 

Sex in the ocean is always a fav of this exhibitionist.  I told you about the first time I talked Wes into this.  Well, here’s another time.  My mom lives in Myrtle Beach, and that’s where I lived during the summers, where I worked my ass off at different stores in the mall.  Then in the fall I’d head back to Charleston for college, live in the dorm, and work in the Print Shop. 

Anyway, Wes was visiting for the weekend, and we’d been having wild frisky sex all over the house.  One day we went to the beach, which was across the street from my mom’s house.  When we got there he was kinda horrified I suggested we have sex in the ocean.  Again.  Three decades later he still tries to convince himself his wife is not an exhibitionist.  Obviously, it’s not working. 

However after I got him out in the ocean and the waves were up to his waist and I had hopped up and wrapped my legs around his hips, he was easier to convince.  Must have been cause he was a horny 26-year old and I was rubbing my pussy against his swim trunks right before I reached down and freed his dick.  Yeah, that probably had something to do with it.  *lol*  This time I wore a one-piece bathing suit.  Not a problem.  I just pulled the crotch to the side and impaled myself on him. 

Yumm!

People were everywhere.  I mean, it was Myrtle Beach in the summertime when there are so many tourists you can trip over them.  Duh.

But I had Wes in a compromising position, and he was a young stud, so he did what came naturally.  GAWD, it was a blast!  The waves kept slamming into us and rocking us, so even though there were people only 20 feet away no one knew what we were doing. 

Yeah, this is definitely one of my fav “dating” memories. 

4.) Where is the strangest place you’ve had sex? (Carol’s question)

Carol, I’ve been thinking about this ever since you asked, going through all the places I had sex with all my boyfriends and even Wes.  But I would have to say the strangest would be the orgies I used to do when I was in college.  Once again, major fun for an exhibitionist!

Back then we were a bunch of college kids, smoking pot and popping pills and fucking like crazy.  Anything you “caught” could be healed with a good dose of penicillin.  We had no idea drugs were actually dangerous until famous rock stars began overdosing and dying.  WTF?!   

Anyway, my crowd had a friend with an apartment where wild sex happened all day long.  The music was loud, classic rock.  You would walk in the front door and wander past all the fucking couples until you found an empty bed or chair or sofa or floor space, and then get to it.  Loved it!  You can imagine how much fun I had, knowing there was always an audience watching.  I can still remember what it was like to look up while I was flat on my back on the floor, totally nude, my legs in the air, and my boyfriend-of-the-moment pumping into me, while I smiled at the guy walking past us.

Yeah, it was GREAT!   *kinky grin*

Did I also mention I picked up a STD at one of those orgies and gave it to Wes a few months later?  Well, I did.  Wes just took it in stride, knowing he was dating a wild girl.  See?  He can be a nice guy.  Sometimes.  *falls over laughing*

5.) What juicy tips do you have for me to give my honey the best blow job of his life? I know I’m pretty damn good, but I also know there’s always room for improvement! I wouldn’t ask any other slut but you!  (Cynthia’s question) 

Let me say I love how you used the word “juicy” in relation to BJs.  *licks my naughty lips*

Okay, if you’ve been reading this blog for a few years (or even a few weeks) you know this slut is addicted to BJs and cocks.  I’m such an addict I’m always doing “research” to improve my technique with Wes and for the BJ scenes in my novels.

In fact, I just finished editing a “juicy” BJ scene in “A Vampire’s Kiss.”  Oh, yeah.  Dray was a verrrry happy camper. Yummm..!

I gather BJ info several ways: I google it on the web, I ask my cybersex guys, and I ask my gay men friends.  I gotta tell you gay men (besides being some of my dearest friends) are experts when it comes to BJs.

Here’s what I’ve learned.  The shaft actually doesn’t have many nerve endings on it.  Surprise!  So all the attention women pay to licking and sucking the shaft is kinda wasted.

Instead, the loose skin on the underside of the cock between the head and the shaft (the Frenulum) is highly sensitive.  The head itself is also very sensitive.  If you flatten your tongue on the head and push, you can drive a man crazy.  Really.  Several of my guy friends told me that, so I tried it with Wes and he loved it too.  There is also a hot spot right behind the balls (the Perinum).  Apply gentle pressure with two fingers to that area while you are giving a BJ, and your guy will moan with delight.

Because of all this research, my BJ technique is a little different than the kind you read about in most erotica novels.  For instance I don’t bob my head.  I mean, why should I?  That action isn’t necessary because the shaft has too few nerve endings.  Instead I suck hard on the ultra-sensitive head, swirling my tongue across the head and under the shaft, back and forth nonstop.  At the same time I pump the shaft hard, cause men are much rougher with their cocks than we are, and they like it that way.  With my other hand I press on the spot behind Wes’s balls (the Perinum).  This is where all the howling comes from on his part when I write about our frisky sex adventures on this blog. 

A blow job like that only takes a couple of minutes before your guy is climaxing.  Because I love a dick in my mouth so much I play with Wes for a minute or two (much to his dismay), just because I wanna prolong my pleasure.  But when I get down to business, it’s only a few minutes until blast-off for him.

Try that technique the next time you give a BJ and see how your honey likes it.  In the meantime, I’ll continue my BJ research.  “Hard” work, I know, but somebody’s gotta do it.  LMAO!!! 

xoxo
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(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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Alrightyyyyy!

“What’s with you, big boy?” I ask, after he crushes me to him and gives me a toe-curling kiss.

“I’m horny,” he replies.  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all the way back from Edisto.”

Let me back up for a minute.  Last weekend Wes spent a few days golfing and fishing with his bud at Edisto Island, which is about three hours from Columbia.  Saturday night we were texting, and I asked him when he was coming home on Sunday and if we were still gonna have our sex date?

He responded by telling me he was too old for that.  I texted back and told him that’s tough luck.  He’s the one who married a younger woman who likes to fuck all the time and feels like she’s 18. 

“Get with the program, dude!” I texted, laughing like crazy.

His only response was “Ok.”  You know Alpha men.  They’re minimalists in the conversation department.

Little did I know my text was gonna light his fire all the way back from the coast.  Usually, he scolds me for saying “fuck” in a text.  Obviously, I need to use my fav verb more often.  *lusty grin*

Anyway, back to our date.  Next thing I know Wes strips off my cami so fast he actually raked the undersides of my breasts with the fabric.

“Whoa, you’re horny!” I exclaim.

Then I look down at his dick, which is hard as a tree branch.  Gotta love Viagra and those monthly testosterone shots.

“Wanna fuck?” I purr, winking slyly.

Wes just growls and motions for me to roll on the condom.  So much for foreplay.  No biggie.  I’m a 5-minute foreplay kinda girl myself.  I’d much rather cut to the chase and fuck for as long as I can.  *sex-obsessed grin*

No sooner do I roll on the condom and coat it with lube than Wes tosses me on the bed.

“Eeek!” I scream, and then he’s on me.  He lifts my legs over his shoulders and starts to enter my hot wet pussy, teasing me with the head of his shaft before plunging all the way in.

And that’s when he starts to scream.

Huh?

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh, God!” Wes howls pulling out and flopping over on his back.

“What’s wrong?”  I have to ask cause with him it could be anything.  Or it could be nothing.  The man is a Drama Queen Extraordinaire.

“Leg cramp!” he shouts.  “Arrrrghhh!”

“Where?”

“My thigh!”  Wes flops around on the bed like a fish outta water, massaging his thigh.

Leg cramps are a bitch.  I’ve gotten a few in the arch of my foot that have awakened me from a deep sleep.  Only way to get rid of them is to leap outta bed and stand up.  Still, the fact that he got one just as he was about to fuck my brains out struck me as so hilarious I had to giggle.

“Don’t laugh!” he scolds, jumping off the bed and hopping across the bedroom floor.  “It’s not funny!”

What can I say?  That just made me laugh harder.  I mean, in 32 years of sex with the man this has NEVER happened.

Finally the cramp disappears.  But that’s not all.

“I lost my hard-on,” Wes complains, frowning as he looks down at his wilted dick.

“Pain will do that,” I reply, giggling.  Okay, I’m a giggly kinda girl.  “Think you can get it back up again?”

“I dunno,” he says, stroking his limp dick.

Thanks to my hot lips and his experienced hand we got him hard again ASAP.  All his horniness returned, and the man became a racehorse pounding me to the finish line. 

Damnation, that felt GOOD!! 

Have I mentioned lately how much I love a reallllly HARD dick?  Well, I do.  And his lasted so long we got to play by experimenting with several new positions. 

Afterwards he told me this happened to his bud at Edisto a few years ago.  By the way, both of these guys are ex-college basketball players.

When a thigh cramp struck his bud during sex, his wife didn’t laugh like I did.  Nah.  Instead, while he was hopping around the bedroom floor, she asked, “You know how you’re always yelling at the ball players on TV, telling them to take one for the team when they get injured?”

Wes’s bud just frowned at her, massaging the painful cramp in his thigh.

“Get over here, hon.”  She smiled wickedly.  “Time to take one for the team.”

Gotta love this woman, ya know?  LMAO!!

xoxo
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That means at this moment I’m agent-less and LOVING it!  I’ve become the living version of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird.”  Yeah, I’m free as a bird, and this slutty bird ain’t gonna change. 

Alrightyyyy!

Besides, Kittyfeather Press is publishing my books again and doing a great job marketing and publicizing the new vamp series, so I really don’t need an agent right now.  I’ve got two publishers, Kittyfeather Press and Magicomm Media.  Plus, I’m slammed with book contracts through the next 5 years (which I had before I hooked up with my agent last summer). 

So this slut is totally grooving on her newfound freedom.  I swear, I haven’t been this happy in months.  Not only that, I’m thrilled to be able to give my fans hot new vampire erotica every month through Kittyfeather Press.  Yay!

Dontcha love me?  Of course!  And you know I ADORE all of you. 

Speaking of sex, Wes finally healed up from his latest cold sore in time for our sex date last Sunday (shivers! I don’t mess with herpes).  That meant we finally got a chance to give the new Astroglide lube a “test drive.”

You have no idea how excited I was.  I had to go like seven days with no sex or kissing or anything.  Horrors!  It’s a miracle I survived it.  *sex-obsessed grin*

Anyway, by the time I walked into the bedroom Wes was sprawled out on the sheets after his shower.

“How’s your dick?” I ask, crawling across the bed, watching him stroke his limp cock.

“Come here,” he replies, ignoring my question.

I crawl on top of him, straddling his bod so my breasts hang down in his face.  Then I slide my wet pussy up and down his stomach like a cat in heat. 

Meooooow….!!

Wes sucks my eager nipple into his mouth, while he pinches the other.  It feels so good I’m about to have an O just rubbing against him.  I gotta say I love the effect of the testosterone/Viagra cocktail he’s taking lately.  It spikes his hormone levels for days, making him muuuuuuuch more fun.  *kinky grin*

When I see him stroking his limp dick again, I ask, “How’s it doing?”

“It needs help,” he replies.

“Not a problem.”  I shimmy down between his legs and take his gorgeously soft dick into my mouth.  The minute my hot lips touch his silky shaft he growls.

“Damn, that feels good,” he moans.

I swirl my tongue around his shaft, teasing the head and the soft skin beneath it, pumping at the root with my hand until he’s hard as a rock.

“Stop,” he warns, pulling me off him.  “I feel like I could blow any minute.”

“Can’t have that,” I purr, reaching for a condom and the new lube.  Astroglide is kinda like a watery gel.  I apply it to the outside of the condom, since the thin lube on the Trojan Supras is never enough for me.  In fact, I usually dab a little KY on the condom cause it always pinches going in.  But so many of my friends rave about Astroglide (even with condoms) I thought I’d give it a shot.

The minute I finish Wes flips me over, and I squeal with surprise.  Oh, how I love a horny man!  Have I mentioned how the testosterone makes him more adventurous, too?  Well, it does.  It’s like he suddenly has all these positions he wants us to try that I had no idea he even knew about.  How cool is that?!

He grabs my legs and lifts them over his shoulders.  Then he shoves into me with one hard thrust.

Yowza!

As usual, I was prepared for that painful pinch from the condom.  But it didn’t happen.  Instead Wes hits my G-spot, and I gush like a waterfall.

“I can’t believe how much sensitivity I have this time,” he marvels, pounding into me.

“Must be the Astroglide,” I pant.  And that’s about all I could say.  Between the Astroglide and the KY Liquibeads I was slip-sliding from one O to the next.  It was awesome!

After I growl and scream through five Os, Wes starts swearing.

“Damn!” he grumbles.

“What?”

“I never have this much sensitivity with a rubber,” he cranks.

“You just finished, didn’t you?” I ask, grabbing his hips to pull him deeper inside me for one last O.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, not wanting to pull out, his balls slapping my ass with every stroke.

It happened again the next time we used Astroglide.  Who knew that lube would not only feel fab to me, but would also increase Wes’s sensitivity with a condom?

Love it!!

“You’re not gonna blog about this, are you?” he asks afterwards, while we cuddle and his heart rate slows to normal.

“Nah,” I reply, nuzzling his hot neck.  “I’m blogging about something else.”

“Like what?” he asks, frowning suspiciously at me.

“Like how much I love fucking you with Astroglide!” I exclaim, leaping off the bed to race toward the safety of my bathroom.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” he shouts, tackling me.

Rats!  I swear, the man is so fast and strong I don’t stand a chance with him. 

“You need to stop blogging about Wes,” he warns, trying to intimidate me with one of those fierce Alpha Impaler looks.

“It isn’t about Wes,” I reply, laughing like crazy.  “It’s about Astroglide and Wes’s dick.” 

Okay, he doesn’t stand a chance with me either.   *naughty grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
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Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
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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.

“Alrightyyyyy!” I exclaim.  Hey, I’m always happy to see a steely dick on that man.  “You need to eat yogurt for dessert every night.”

He laughs, and the next thing I know he’s lifting the front of the I Love New York t-shirt I’m wearing.  Then he dips his head, and my right nipple disappears between his hot lips.

Alrightyyyyy!

“Let me make this easier for you,” I suggest, pulling off my t-shirt. 

See? I can be helpful.  *sex-obsessed grin*

“Hey,” he says, palming my breasts between his talented hands.  “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I never wear a bra in my office,” I reply, moaning when he rolls both of my nipples between his fingers.

“But you wore that shirt out to dinner,” he persists, stripping off his shirt and sweatpants.

Okay, Wes never wants me to leave the house without a bra on.  Boggles my mind, but that’s just the way he is.

“I did wear this shirt to dinner,” I agree.  “But I wore a sweatshirt over it so no one could tell I wasn’t wearing a bra.”  I nuzzle his neck.  “Besides, who knows what I’m wearing or not wearing under my clothes?”

Wes chuckles and leans down to suckle my breasts again.

“Let me make this easier for you,” I offer, pushing my now naked husband into my computer chair.  Then I climb into his lap.

See?  I can be helpful.  *horny grin*

“Much better,” he agrees.  In this position my nipples are almost level with his lips, and he definitely knows how to use those lips.  Yum!

“Damn, that feels good,” I moan, rubbing my pussy across his hard cock.  “I soooo wanna fuck you.”

Wes grins like the Alpha Impaler that he is and gives me several breast Os.  YOWZA!!! 

Have I mentioned how much I love oral sex in my computer chair?  Well, I do.

“Want me to lick you?” I ask after a while, as I float in orgasmic nirvana.

“You can try,” he replies, looking down at his dick.  “But it shrunk while you were sitting in my lap.”

I slide down between his knees and smile at his wilted cock.  “Not a problem.”

The minute I lick his delicious dick and swallow it to the root Wes starts moaning.  “Oh, yeah,” he whispers.  “That feels gooooood.”

A few minutes later he shouts his release, and I’m smiling like crazy.  “I discovered another sweet spot on your dick,” I say, licking my lips, incredibly proud of myself.  I mean, you know how fond I am of BJ research.

Wes exhales loudly and collapses back in the chair.  “That you did, darlin’.”

I give his shrinking cock a few more licks and then kiss it goodbye.

“It’s gotta be the testosterone shots,” he muses, closing his eyes.  “When I was in sales meetings this week I kept getting a hard-on.”

“Cool!”  Hey, works for me.

“I get horny thoughts all the time now, too,” he continues.

Even better!  “Welcome to my life,” I say, grinning lustily.

“Yeah, well, for the longest time I didn’t,” he explains.  “It’s nice to have a libido again.  Looks like getting a shot every three weeks instead of once a month is what works for me.”

This conversation made me so happy all I could do was jump in his lap, purr, and plaster myself against his gorgeous bod.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love testosterone?  Well, I do.  I’ve got a boatload of it myself, and I adore how it keeps me horny as hell 24/7.  

Of course, I’d wish the same for Wes.  Duh. *sex-obsessed grin*

Hey, who cares if the last time I gave him a shot in the arm I forgot and went too slow, and he screamed bloody murder.  It’s not like I’m a nurse or something.  Anyway, if it gives him horny thoughts and a dick as hard as a tree branch it’s totally worth it.  Just ask me. 

I mean, my opinion is the only one that counts right?  LMAO!!

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal Sex Goddess
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
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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.

You know what this means, right? If you love sexy lingerie, but you haven’t bought any lately because you don’t have a man in your life or your guy doesn’t appreciate it, I just gave you the green light, girlfriend! Hit some sales and stock up. Buy sexy lingerie for yourself. There is tremendous freedom in taking control of your own pleasure. And this is just one way to do it.

Hey, I learned decades ago the only person who is gonna make me happy is me. So I enjoy and indulge in all my addictions because they make ME happy. Period. My enjoyment of them is not based on whether the man in my life gets the same amount of pleasure from them. Why? Because, ultimately, he’s responsible for his own pleasure. Not me. Co-dependency is such a drag, ya know?

That also goes for my addictions to sex, lust, and BJs. I indulge as often as I can because they make me happy. The cool thing is when I’m happily fucking or consumed with lust or giving a BJ, the man in my life is pretty happy, too. Funny how that works… *sex-obsessed grin*

If this makes sense to you then go for it! Be selfish like me. Be greedy. Be lusty. Be an empowered woman who goes after her own pleasure just because it makes her happy.

Who cares of some people call these kinds of addictions a “sin”? Damnation is such a snooze, ya know? If you ask me, this is just another ploy to keep wild women from having fun.

So go forth and sin, girlfriends! Hit those lingerie sales. Take control of your pleasure. What are you waiting for?

Being a selfish slut is major fun. Hey, just ask me… *sinfully happy grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps
Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novelist
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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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.

Okay, I’m a happy woman! *lusty grin*

“Wow, that was a nice change,” I say when he finishes playing with my nipples and smoothes my cami back down. “You should do that more often.” I wink at him as I walk toward the kitchen. “My bod is Open Season for Groping 24/7. You know how I love it.”

Wes just grins and gives me one of those smug Alpha Impaler looks.

After dinner I go back upstairs to answer the last of my fan emails for the day. A few minutes later Wes walks into my office.

“What’s up, good-looking’?” I ask, standing to give him a kiss. I figure he came upstairs to get the mystery/thriller he’s currently reading. He likes to read while he’s watches sports on TV at night.

“I’ve got a problem,” he replies, pulling down his sweatpants and stroking his semi-hard cock.

“I can see that,” I purr. Wow, Wes is attacking me. Again. Alrightyyyy!

Before I can plaster myself against his bod he pulls off his shirt, and soon he’s standing in my office nude, his clothes piled on the floor at his feet. Oh yeah, somebody’s horny.

Next thing I know, he pulls me to him, lifts my cami, and begins suckling my nipples. My brain cells head south to my pussy as fast as their little bunny slippers can take them, and all I can think about is stripping off my cami ASAP. Easy access, ya know? *sex-obsessed grin*

Wow, I wish I’d known torturing him with lots of touchy-feely talks would make him this passionate. We would’ve had waaaaay more wild rabbit sex over the years. Not that we don’t have a lot now. We do. But we could’ve had even MORE! And I wouldn’t be the only one doing the chasing. Talk about a BONUS!

Just like last time, Wes doesn’t try to make me behave. Nah, he lets me be as intense as I want. He lets me devour his mouth like the starving woman that I am. He lets me climb him like a tree and howl. And he’s just as intense toward me.

Love it!

You know what this means, right? I finally have a man who wants me as much as I want him. A man who can’t keep his hands off me.

Yesssssssssss!!! *happy dance, happy dance*

When I’m numb with breast Os, I stroke his hard cock. “Why don’t you sit in my computer chair,” I purr.

“The only time I sat in your computer chair you gave me a blowjob,” Wes says as he sits, his eyes going black with lust.

“Amazing how that happens, isn’t it?” I purr again, kneeling between his legs to give his cock a few slow licks before I swallow him balls deep.

Wes yelps with pleasure and doesn’t know whether to grab my head or my tits, so he does both. Yeah, we went at each other like wild animals. Sometimes I would suck his dick. Sometimes he’d pull me up and eat at my mouth. It was so much FUN!

Eventually, Wes lets me do my thing and then howls his release. When he can breathe again he pulls me up for another passionate kiss. But when I start to stand he dips his head and draws my sensitized nipples into his hot mouth again.

Alrightyyyy!

By then I’ve recovered from my first round of Os, and I’m ready for Round 2. So I climb into his lap, and we go at it again. Hey, who knew my computer chair could be so much fun, ya know?

All I can say is torturing the man with touchy-feely talks is working MAJOR sex magick in my life right now. Yeah, I highly rec it for all Beta women.

That’s right, Alpha men. If you’re married to a Beta woman, your turn is coming. More touchy-feely talks are on the menu for you. And you better dust off your computer chairs. They’re about to get smokin’ HOT! *wicked grin*

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Laura Stamps
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(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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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.

“Nah,” I reply.  “I quit a few minutes ago.” 

I thought he was just coming up to use the bathroom, so I go back to reading my book.  Imagine how surprised I am when he gets in bed and spoons behind me.

“What are you doing?’ I ask, dropping the book when he wraps his arms around my waist. 

“I was looking for you,” he replies.  “I thought you might be mad at me.”

“Why?”  Okay, I’m totally clueless.

“Just in principle,” he replies, sighing and closing his eyes like he might fall asleep behind me.

“Oh,” I tease.  “Like sometimes you’re an Alpha asshole to me?”

“Something like that,” he chuckles.  “I should treat you better.”

True.

Wes snuggles some more and acts like he’s gonna snooze behind me, so I pick up my book.

Instead he leans up and pulls down the strap of the black silk cami I’m wearing.  My breast pops out, and he draws it into his mouth, making my nipple a verrrry happy camper.

I drop the book (hopefully, not on one of the cats) and moan, rolling over on my back as he pulls the cami down to my waist, freeing my other breast.

Suddenly, Wes is on top of me.  He weighs over 100 pounds more than I do, so my legs are pinned beneath him and my breasts are at his mercy, as he suckles and licks me like a hungry man.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I love sex,” I purr, after I groove on my first breast O.  “Oral sex, penetration sex, any sex.  I LOVE it!!!”

“I know you do, darlin’,” Wes replies, rolling my needy nipples between his talented fingers, propelling me toward another O.  Fast.

“Well, it’s true,” I moan.  “It’s just so wonderful, ya know?  When I’m fucking, nothing else matters except how goooooooood it feels.”

 Wes chuckles and devours my mouth in a passionate kiss.

 When he lets me come up for air, I say, “Ya know, this is one of my favorite self-servicing fantasies.”

 “It is?”

 “Yeah,” I continue.  “It’s the one where a hunky guy attacks me passionately for hot sex.  Like he can’t get enough of me.  It’s a wonderful thing to be wanted passionately.” 

Of course, I don’t tell him he never stars in that particular fantasy, because I’m the one always chasing him.  Nah, that’s a fantasy for some of my fav cybersex guys who chase me all day long.  *lusty grin*

Suddenly, Wes leans up and starts stripping off his clothes, flinging them to the floor.  When he’s totally nude, he crawls up my bod until his knees grip my shoulders. 

Wow, I have no idea what’s gotten into the man, but I like it!

“Take me,” he says, rubbing his cock against my lips.

Hey, you don’t have to ask me twice, ya know?  I devour him all the way to the root, and he makes a strangled sound like he just saw stars.  The head of his dick touches the back of my throat, and I swallow to take him even deeper while he slowly thrusts into my mouth. 

Then I feather my tongue at the base of his cock, moving all the way up to the head and then back down to that sensitive nerve at the root.

“Argh,” Wes moans.  “Darlin’, what you’re doing with your tongue is giving me plenty of fantasies.”

So I grab his ass with an iron grip, and deep-throat him with every thrust of his hips.  Two minutes later Wes shouts and floods my mouth with cum.  But I continue to feather my tongue around his dick, gripping his ass, holding him against my mouth until I’ve swallowed every last drop.

“Whew!” Wes exhales, collapsing beside me.  “That was mind-blowing.”

I smile and shrug.  “What can I say?  I love BJs.” 

Of course, I don’t tell him I’m always doing BJ research with my men friends and cybersex guys, asking them what they like best.  Not to mention some of the gay fans of my novels.  Hey, no one gives a better BJ than a gay man.  They’re the BJ Masters for sure, and the tips they’ve given me are priceless!  *kinky grin*

Usually, Wes is wasted after an O.  But suddenly he’s on top of me again, pinching and suckling my nipples, giving me two more Os.

Wow!

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, when my lips can move again. 

“Exhausted,” he replies.  “But I wanted to give you a few more Os.  You deserve it.”

Huh?  An Uber-Alpha man just said that to me?  Obviously, the Mothership has landed, and an alien has invaded my husband’s bod.  But I’m cool with that.  It’s kinda kinky when you think about it, and you know how much I looooove kink.   *naughty grin*

“You’re a sweet, pretty girl, and you give great head,” Wes continues, collapsing beside me to pull me into his arms and snuggle.

Wow!

Alien or not, who would’ve thought Wes, the man who runs from me 60% of the time, would end up making one of my sexual fantasies come true.

Obviously, wonders never cease in my house…  ;)  

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What had happened was I’d been deluged with a ton of fan mail right before dinner on Thursday night. And when I woke up Friday morning my inbox was packed again.

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE getting mail from my fans!! And if you’ve ever contacted me you know I respond. In fact, thanks to all of you, my brain cells were eventually revived on Friday morning as I answered all of your PMS, chats, emails, and posts to me. Thanks!

Around 11:00, I hopped into the shower because I needed to run some errands that day. Wes works in his home office on Friday mornings, and he had just come back from Charleston shortly after I woke up. His college had sponsored its yearly Alumni golf tournament on Thursday. He’d played with some of his college buddies, and then spent the night down there.

Anyway, when I got out of the shower I realized I’d forgotten to bring a pair of panties into the bathroom with me. So I dashed out nude to snag a pair from my dresser.

But when I opened the bathroom door, Wes called to me from his office to help him solve a computer problem. Have I mentioned how much Wes HATES computers? Well, he does. But I love computers, so whenever he has a problem he calls for me, because he knows I have the patience and the experience to solve it. Most of the time.

“Just a minute,” I shout, dashing to my dresser and grabbing a tiny pair of leopard-print panties. I’d planned to wear a leopard-print bra that day, and it’s very important to coordinate trashy lingerie. Well, it is! *slutty grin*

“What is this?” Wes scowls, jabbing his finger at his computer screen. “I can’t get this thing off of here.”

He’s sitting at his desk with back to me, so he has no idea I’m practically nude and wearing only a tiny pair of panties.

“Let me take a look at this,” I say, leaning against him to grab his mouse (which he never uses, but I do). BTW, he’s in Excel. Figures. Have I mentioned how much I DON’T like Excel? LOL

I try several things, and nothing works. His laptop is part of his company network, and they strip his programs, deleting a lot of the options I need to solve most of the computer messes he gets himself into.

“Argh!” I exclaim after a while. “Excel is so frustrating!”

Wes chuckles. “Who are you kidding, darlin’? You’re getting off pressing your breast into my shoulder.”

Alrightyyyy! He finally noticed I’m almost nude. Definitely a good sign. *naughty grin*

I laugh, and then fix it so he can send his message anyway without solving his problem. But I continue to lean against him, pressing my breast into his shoulder.

“Since I’m here and my nipple is like 5 inches from your face, don’t you wanna do something about it?” I purr, shaking my nude breasts at him.

“No,” he grumbles, trying to push me away. “I’m busy, and I have work to do.”

“Nothing could be THAT important,” I tease, ignoring his protests, as I climb into his lap and straddle his legs.

Okay, now Wes is laughing, while he wraps his hands around my hips.

“Suck me,” I say, wiggling an eager nipple at him.

“Okay, fine,” he grudgingly replies, lightly biting both of my nipples and then laving them with his talented tongue.

Alrightyyyy!

“You are relentless,” he murmurs, looking up at me.

Duh.

After a few more licks and sucks he pushes me off his lap. “Finish getting ready,” he says, turning back to his computer. “I have work to do.”

So I give him a passionate kiss and sashay into my bathroom with very happy nipples.

Relentless persistence is highly underrated, dontcha think? I mean, it totally works for me. *wicked grin*

Speaking of that, we’ve got a sex date this afternoon. Wes has a business thing tomorrow, so we had to move our usual sex date from Sunday to Saturday. And this time he’ll have to fuck me slower, so I won’t get a friction burn on my pussy from the condom.

Slow and deep. Yeah, makes me wet just thinking about it. Purrrrrrrrrrr…….!

xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
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