First, an announcement. If you’re not on my email list (and why aren’t you? *LOL) and you come to this blog every week to read my blog posts, then I’m sure you were surprised when I didn’t post on Monday.

That’s because I mentioned in the February issue of my newsletter last week that I’m making a change on my blog. I’ve been working 7 days a week until 2:00am every morning on “A Vampire’s Kiss.” It’s coming along beautifully. But after keeping this schedule for 2 months I’m having a hard time knowing what day it is. They’re all the same now and kinda blending together. So I made a decision last week. I’m deep in the novel at this point, which means my brain cells are not always happy about switching gears. I’ve decided instead of posting on my blog every Monday/Wednesday/Friday, I’m just going to post on Tuesday and Thursday of each week. That will give me an extra day to work on the novel and should help me finish it on time. But don’t worry. The people on my email list will still get email notifications from me on Tuesday and Thursday when the blog posts go up. There will just be two every week now instead of three.

Okay, back to the subject of this blog post. I was talking to my agent last week, and I mentioned Wes had been complaining about how expensive it is to have good sex after 50.

Thursday night Wes and I went out to dinner. First, let me say Wes is one of those Uber-Alpha perfectionists who always sees the glass half empty. Really. It’s NEVER half full for the man. And since the economy has been crazy for the last two years he’s been more negative than ever. Ugh! Thus, all the meltdowns I’ve had over our marriage the last two years.

Thursday night was one of those times. After Wes had cranked about everything he could think of, he started complaining about getting me a gift for Valentine’s Day.

Finally, after three looooooong weeks, Wes was recovered enough for us to set a sex date for Sunday afternoon.

Yessssssss….! Okay, I was really excited. *horny grin*

Plus, Wes had been to his doc to learn the results of his latest tests. What can I say? The man is totally into running tests on Wes and does so every few months. Anyway, it turns out Wes’s testosterone levels are still way low. So his doc told him I needed to shoot Wes up with 2 mls of testosterone every three weeks now instead of once a month. Hey, works for me! *sex-obsessed grin*

Alex has created the most awesome new feature for my site. It’s called “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop.”

Oh, yeah. It’s exactly what it sounds like. *kinky grin*

This is a store where you can find all the products I’ve recommended on this blog (and more!) in one, convenient place. My fav erotica and paranormal romance novels, sex toys & kink, trashy lingerie, nonfiction sex books, and groovin’ music to fuck by.

Is that cool or what?!

Really, I didn’t. LOL

Wes and I had a sex date on Sunday afternoon. Because it’s the holidays, he’s been off since last Wednesday and won’t go back to work until January 4th. In the meantime, he’s been playing lots of golf. Afterwards he’s been spending time with his buds at his fav bar, watching sports and playing some of the game machines there.

I don’t know what Wes has done, but his buds like him a LOT these days. In fact they like him so much they’ve been buying him drinks. Never one to turn down a gift, Wes has been very “happy” during his holiday vacation.

Wes and I were on the way to the grocery store after lunch on Sunday when I got fed up with his cranky mood. I mean, the man had just spent three days in Santee playing great golf with his buddies. You’d think after a fun vacation he’d be in a relaxed, happy mood, right?

Wrong. He returned to Columbia on Saturday night a few hours after my booksigning. And all he’d done since then was complain about how tired he was.

Sunday afternoon I had a sex date with Wes. You know me. I was totally looking forward to it and READY to fuck! *horny grin*

But Wes had spent four days eating turkey sandwiches at his fav bar over the holidays. Of course, this wasn’t your normal turkey. Nah, this was one of those turkeys deep-fried in peanut oil, something people love to do down here in the Deep South (The Land of Strokes & High Blood Pressure). Oh, and he’d been drinking vodka with those sandwiches, too. Not what his A-Fib heart condition would consider the “ideal diet.” Not even close.

So Sunday afternoon his pulse was erratic. Gee, I’m shocked. Not!

Sunday morning I woke up absolutely exhausted. I think it was a combination of working through too many weekends (okay, guilty as charged *LOL*) and the insanely busy week I’d just survived with the poetry book giveaway, working on my naughty 2009 Holiday Card, and writing/mailing the November issue of my naughty newsletter.

Whatever. All I know is it kicked my ass!

I was so tired I was weepy (ladies, you know what I mean). And my fatigue got worse by the hour. In fact, when Wes and I went out to lunch I surprised him by canceling our sex date that afternoon. I did. Hard to believe, but true.

Wes and I continued our condom experiments during our sex date on Sunday afternoon. Now that we’ve got the technique mastered (Trojan Supra condoms, KY Liquibeads, and a dab of KY) we wanted to see what positions felt best.

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, Wes and I had to move our usual sex date from Sunday afternoon to Saturday afternoon, because he was flying out to Canada on Sunday for business. So while I worked on computer, he spent Saturday afternoon at his fav bar, watching college football.