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!!! 

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Dontcha love it?! 

Hey, I know how you are.  You get hooked on this blog and my novels, and then you wanna know everything about me.  Especially the personal stuff.  Being a kinky exhibitionist, I’m happy to spill ALL (much to Wes’s dismay). LMAO!!

Part of today’s Meme first appeared on my blog in November of 2008.  The answers to those questions I updated to make them more current.  Then I added questions fans have asked me this year.   

Enjoy!

1.) How old were you when you lost your virginity?

I was 18 and verrrrrry impatient to get this over with (as you can imagine).  I can’t tell you how tired I was of being a virgin.  Ugh!  So the entire seduction was calculated.  I just had to find the right guy to put me out of my “misery.” 

And I had been miserable for a looooooong time, too.  What can I say?  I’d been horny and having sexual fantasies since I was seven years old.  Seriously.  I was one of those little girls who was a terrible tease (okay, I never grew out of that phase *naughty grin*).  I even invented this game we used to play in our backyard with the girls and boys in the neighborhood that involved lots of chasing and scuffling and rolling around on the ground.  There was only one rule: if a boy caught you he could do whatever he wanted to you.  Alrightyyyyy!  You can imagine how much trouble I got into when my mom found out about that one.  Yeesh! 

Anyway, I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16.  But most of those guys weren’t even good kissers, much less anyone I’d wanna fuck.  Finally, when I was 18, I was pursued by a hunky tomcat who was as oversexed as I was.  Eureka!  Yeah, I was really excited.  We started dating, and he put me out of my misery four weeks later. 

2.) Where did it happen?

I grew up in Dalton, a small town in north Georgia in the Appalachian Mountains.  So I lost my virginity outside in the mountains.  My tomcat boyfriend pulled his car off the road and into the woods.  He spread a blanket out in a clearing, and that’s where he fucked me.

3.) Was it any good?

Nah.  Hurt like crazy cause he was as big a baseball bat.  It wasn’t until I left him two years later that I realized he had no sexual technique whatsoever.  Nada.  So you know what that means, right?  No orgasm for two years.  I doubt he realized that.  He was a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am kinda guy. 

Imagine my surprise when I got away from him and finally fucked a guy who knew what he was doing.  That’s when I discovered I’m a multi-O slut.  Who knew?  Of course now after 33 years of sex I go off like a firecracker with just one touch.  But I digress….  *lusty grin* 

4.) Why did it happen?

You might think this is a weird question, but for me it’s crucial.  I already said I was tired of being a perpetually horny virgin.  And I can’t tell you how GOOD it felt the next day not to be a virgin anymore.  Didn’t even matter that the sex was horrible.  Just the fact that I had finally done it was good enough for me.  Interestingly enough, when word got around my high school that I had fucked a college guy, whoa, I suddenly has all kinds of high school boys sniffing around me.  Loved it!  

Anyway, there was another reason it happened.  As you can imagine, my mother always had her suspicions about me.  Probably because she could sense I had inherited my tomcat dad’s hot libido and not her cool one.  So she wouldn’t let me stay out on a date later than 11:00 pm.  Why?  She said bad things happen to girls after 11:00pm.  You can see where this is leading, right?  Oh, yeah.  I made sure I lost my virginity at 8:00pm just to prove her wrong.  Stupid, I know.  But that’s the whole point of being a kid, right?

5.) What is your favorite verb?

Fuck, fucked, fucking, to be fucked, you name it.  I love it!  Hey, don’t act so surprised.  You knew I would say that, didn’t you?  *sex-obsessed grin*

6.) What is your favorite fragrance?

Right now I’m wearing an awesome musk oil perfume called Love.  It’s made by Auric Blends, and I order it online.  When I’m not in the mood for musk oil I go gardenia.  White Shoulders is my fav gardenia fragrance.  I’ve worn it since college. 

7.) How did you and Wes get together?

Okay, it’s probably not what you think.  Wes was a verrrry popular basketball player in high school and college.  He even had groupies five years after he graduated from college cause he continued to play sports for the City.  Can you say “Uber Alpha Egomaniac?”  Oh yeah, that was Wes.  As you can imagine I couldn’t stand him for that reason.  And wanted NOTHING to do with him. 

I worked my way through college, and Work Study was one of my many jobs.  Wes is five years older than I am, and he was the guy I had to get my Work Study paycheck from every two weeks.  I was dating a bunch of guys (of course) and usually brought one with me to pick up my check cause Wes was always hitting on me.  How was I supposed to know out of the 200 women (yes, that’s what he told me) he had dated I was the ONLY one to turn the super-jock down?  It made him crazy.  He started chasing me across campus and became obsessed with getting me to go out with him.  In the meantime, my girlfriends were shocked I was running from him.  They ALL wanted to date the hunky Wes.  But I was an art student, and jocks/sports bore me to tears.  So do egomaniacs.

Finally, I agreed to go out with him a few months later.  I thought if I threw him a bone he’d stop chasing me.  At the time I was dating a hunky professional kick-boxer and a guy in the Navy, so I figured I could fit Wes into my tight dating schedule one time just to get rid of him. 

Much to my surprise that first date with Wes shocked me.  It was actually fun.  Turns out he could carry on a conversation better than most egomaniac jocks I knew.  Plus, he was also the best kisser I’d ever dated (probably all the practice he had with those 200 women). 

So I agreed to go out with him again.  This time we ended up at his apartment, rolling around on his bed (gee, what a surprise *lol*).  Then the most amazing thing happened.  We were both dressed, just necking, he wiggled his hips on top of me, and gave me a screaming-mimi clit O.  Alrightyyyyy!  It was so intense I jumped off the bed and screamed. 

Then I knew I had to fuck the guy.  Turns out he was the best missionary fuck I’d ever had.  So we started dating (hey, you know my priorities *sex-obsessed grin*).  I always say Wes fell in love with me when I told him to bring along a can of whipped cream on our 4th date.  Like most jocks I knew, he was ultra conservative and vanilla all the way.  No, he’d never fucked a wild slut.  So I introduced him to all kinds of kinky stuff.  And he fell in love with me.  In fact he fell so hard all his friends kidded him about it.  The man was so moon-eyed and in love he lost 10 pounds the first few months we dated.  He even grew a mustache (which he still has) just because I asked him to.  Yeah, it was crazy. 

8.) How did Wes propose to you?

Actually, he didn’t.  This is what happened.  Wes had worked several jobs at the college since he’d graduated.  But he wanted to make more money and get away from academic life.  So he went to a headhunter, who sent him on several interviews before he interviewed with the company he works for now.  He liked their offer and accepted the job.  There was only one problem.  He had to move almost three hours away.

In the meantime, we had been dating for a year.  A few months before he accepted the new job I had moved out of the dorm and was living with Wes in his apartment.  So now I was about to lose my home.  What should I do?  Well, you know how I am about new things.  I had never been married before, and I was totally in lust with Wes’s bod.  We got along well, and he was very sweet to me, so I thought WFT? 

We were rolling around in bed one night, and I ended up sitting on top of his chest.  I asked him what he was gonna about us when he moved, and he said he didn’t know.  So I asked him if he was gonna marry me, and he said “Alright.”  And that was it.  We got married and moved two weeks later.  When we stepped out of the church the photographer started snapping pics.  I swear, Wes and I looked like deer caught in headlights.  I walked into the reception and chugged two glasses of champagne, one right after the other.  My dad laughed like crazy when he saw me do that.  We didn’t have a honeymoon cause we needed to pack and move.  But that night after the wedding we didn’t have sex either.  We were both too depressed, thinking we had made the biggest mistake of our lives.  31 years later we are still together, and I’m still that kinky slut Wes married. 

Although the status of our marriage these days is a minute-to-minute thing.  The asshole Alpha seems to be coming out waaaaaaaaay too much in Wes the last few years.  And I’ve decided being a happy, sweet, oversexed Beta could be a liability where he’s concerned.  So some of my ferocious Alpha girlfriends are giving me “Bitch lessons” cause I really need them.  Just call me a “Bitch-in-Training.”  Damn, this is hard!  Stay tuned…  LMAO!   

9.) What is your favorite sexual position?

My uterus is situated at an odd angle.  Nothing I did.  I was born that way.  Used to freak out my ob-gyns, but not me.  Nope.  Turns out it puts my G-spot in the perfect place for any sexual position that involves sex facing my partner.  YOWZA!  Works for me.  And you know how addicted I am to kissing.  Another plus.  So any sexual position that’s face-to-face is my fav, because every stroke is gonna hit my G-spot and give me multiple Os.

10.) What is your fav sex toy?

My fingers.  I know.  Nothing works as well for me.  And it should come as no surprise that my fingers are as naughty as the rest of me.  Alrightyyyyy!  *sex-obsessed grin*

xoxo
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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!!

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When Wes came home that evening I took a break and went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. 

Let me back up for a minute.  One of my hobbies is gardening.  There are three flower gardens outside in my front yard (roses, lilies, morning glories, and azaleas).  And I use two rooms in my house for my offices.  My computer, office equipment, and several tables are in one room.  The other room is for storage, where I keep my book inventory, files, and packing materials for shipping book orders.  There’s a large, sunny window in that room where I grow spinach in a container garden 365 days a year for the spinach and black olive pizzas I love to make every week.

Ten minutes later I’m standing at the counter in the kitchen, slicing olives and chopping fresh spinach leaves for an organic pizza.  When Wes walks up behind me to get a glass of water, I stick my ass out and rub it against his cock.  Of course. 

Instead of backing away like he usually does, he sets his glass down and grabs my hips, grinding his dick into me.

Alrightyyyyy!!

“Let me tell you about my dream now,” I say, continuing to slice olives while I wiggle my ass. 

I’d been awakened by a bizarre dream that morning and texted Wes, saying I would tell him about it that night.  I have lots of dreams, and in this one I had dreamt we were living in our old condo.  Don’t know why I always dream about that place, because I love the house we built years later sooooo much better.  Whatever.  Anyway, for some odd reason it was packed with people selling University of Kentucky t-shirts.  To make matters worse they were holding some kind of pep rally.  Yeah, I’m taking LOUD.  Since I’m not a sports fan, I did my Witchy best to run them all out ASAP.  I told them I run my biz from here, and I want them OUT!

“Isn’t that weird?” I ask, as Wes slips his hands inside my sweatpants, stroking my hips as he humps me from behind.  “It’s kinda like I was doing spring cleaning on the house before I had to stop four weeks ago and clean up my career.  Ya know, get rid of my agent and publish the vamp series through Kittyfeather.”

By now Wes has pulled my sweatpants and panties down to my knees, and my bod is nude from the waist down.  Totally cool for many reasons.  One being, the curtain on the sliding glass door is wide open and only ten feet from us.  Yeah, this exhibitionist is LOVING it.  *kinky grin*

“It’s like I was cleaning this house every night after midnight.  Then in March I had to stop so I could clean up my career to get it back on track.  Then I cleaned up my mailing list.  And now I’m doing biz cleaning in my dreams.”

“How does that feel?” Wes asks, ignoring my revelation.

“Did you hear what I just said about my dream?” I ask, still rubbing my ass against his cock.

“No,” he replies, shoving down his pants so his dick is grinding into my ass cheek.  “I didn’t hear a word you said about your dream.  I was busy.”

By now he’s running his hands up and down my hips, ass, and stomach, pressing me back against his cock.

“How does that feel?” he asks again.

“Well,” I reply, laughing.  “Your dick is heading for my asshole.”  I look over my shoulder at him.  “Did you wanna do anal sex?”

“God, no!” he exclaims, looking horrified.

Okay, I couldn’t resist.  Anal sex is NOT Wes’s thing.

“Well then aim a little lower,” I suggest, laughing like crazy.

When I put down the knife and Wes turns me around in his arms, I discover his cock is nice and hard without Viagra.  So I stoke it and ask, “Wanna fuck?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replies, his eyes dark with lust.

“Before or after dinner?”

“Before,” he says.  “I don’t think I’ll stay hard if I eat.”

“Cool!” I exclaim, whisking the olives and spinach into the refrigerator.  After I put everything away so the cats won’t eat our dinner, we dash upstairs.  Wes takes half a Viagra, and I insert a KY Liquibead.  I walk into the bedroom with Astroglide and a package of condoms in my hands just as Wes runs all the kitties out.  Then we jump each other.

Damn that was a good, hot fuck!

“I’m shocked you let me jump you tonight,” I purr afterwards, nuzzling his neck.  “You rarely let me do that.”

“I know,” he agrees, rolling me over to tongue my rigid nipple.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I’m kinda shocked since you said yesterday you were glad I stopped jumping you for sex every day.”

He moves to my other nipple and grins.  “I changed my mind.”

“Cool!”  Hey, works for me.  “And you still wanna have sex on Friday for my birthday AND on Sunday for our sex date?” 

“Mmmmm,” he hums, sucking my eager nipple deeply into his hot mouth. 

What can I say?  My nipples are total sluts.  Just like me.  LOL

“Sure,” he says, slipping his hand between my dripping wet thighs.  “We can do that.”

Alrightyyyyyy!

Is it any wonder I dashed out the next day to stock up on more lube and condoms at Target?  I mean, there are six condoms in a package of Trojan Supras, and I only had two left.  Yikes!  Not enough.  I mean, it was still two days before my birthday on Friday and four days before our sex date on Sunday. 

Definitely, NOT enough.  Duh.  *sex-obsessed grin*

xoxo
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Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
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As a matter of fact, a few weeks ago when I told my account (who is also 53) that I always feel and act like I’m 18, he looked at Wes and said, “You have my sympathy.”

Wes just nodded.  Poor guy.  I am his cross to bear.  lmao!!

Amazingly, this year (for some unknown reason) I’ve been getting online cards and gifts for two weeks now.  Seriously.  People I don’t even know are sending me b-day gifts and online cards early cause they don’t wanna miss my b-day.

How cool is that?  Damn, I LOVE you guys!!

And on Monday I started receiving paper cards in the mail.  Thanks, everyone!  I totally feel the love!!

So when Wes came home Monday night I gathered up my pile of paper cards and took them into the bedroom to show him.  But when I got to the half naked cowboy sprawled seductively on bales of hay, he frowned.

“Who sent you this one?” he asks, taking it from me and opening it up.

“Melody Prater,” I reply.  “She’s one of my super sweet fans from Georgia.”  I waggle my eyebrows.  “Dontcha love that card?  It’s sooooooo me.”

Wes just snorts.

“Hey,” I protest, taking the card from him.  “You know how it is.  Every birthday and Christmas I get lots of cards with hunky guys on them from my girlfriends and fans.”

And, oh, how love them!!  *lusty grin*

“Yeah,” he agrees, walking toward his desk.  “You hang them up all over your office.”

“Of course,” I tease.  “Girl’s gotta have her eye-candy, ya know?”

“Well, I don’t like the card I got you, so you can open it now,” he says, rummaging through his desk.

Huh?  It’s only Monday, and my birthday is Friday.  Wes has NEVER given me a card five days early.  And I’ve known him for 32 years.

“What?” I ask, as he pulls out his card.  “You want me to open it now?”

Yeah,” he says.  “I don’t like it.”

Huh?

“Why did you buy me a card you don’t like?” I ask.  Okay, I’m clueless.  “You never do that.”

“Just open it,” he insists, shoving it at me.  “You’ll see.”

I open the card, and guess what?  It’s the half naked cowboy sprawled on hay bales.  The exact same card Melody gave me.

“OMG!” I scream.  I open it, and a Visa gift card falls out.  He gave me his card and gift five days early.  He never does that.

“See?’ he says.  “It’s the same card.  What’s the chance of that happening?”

“Zip,” I respond, “since this is the first hunky guy card you’ve ever given me.”

But who cares?  I think it is totally cool he did this.  Damn, do you think after 32 years he finally “gets” me?

“I love this card!” I squeal, grabbing him in a tight hug.  “I can’t believe you got me a hunky guy card.  It’s so ME!”

“Exactly,” he replies.

“But that’s what makes it so wonderful!  Why did you do it?”

“I was looking for a cat card like I always get you, but I couldn’t find one I liked.  Then I saw this one, and I know how much you like that cowboy calendar hanging in your office, so I got it for you.”

“You are the best husband in the whole world!” I squeal again.  “I love that you gave me this card!”

Wes grins warily, eyeing me like I might need serious meds.

“Of course,” I continue.  “You know what this means, right?”

Wes grimaces.  “I’m afraid to ask.”

“Since you gave me my card and gift so early you’ll have to give me something else on my birthday.”  I grin wickedly.

“Like what?”

“Like this!” I exclaim and dive for his dick.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” he shouts, dodging my hand and giggling.

“Why not?” I tease.  “I’ve got Astroglide and plenty of condoms.”  I purr.  “I LOVE condoms.”

Wes looks at me like I’ve really lost it now.  “You do?”

“Sure,” I continue.  “I love buying them, too.  Ya know, piling up condoms and lube on the counter at CVS.”

Wes just shakes his head.  “Why?”

“Cause it’s naughty.  Cause I’m gonna be 53, and I go through packages of condoms and lube like some people go through bags of potato chips.”

Wes rolls his eyes.  “You’re a silly girl.”

But I don’t give him a chance to say more, because I dive for his dick again.  He yelps and dodges me.  Then he scurries out of the bedroom, while I chase him all the way down the hall before I let him go.

Oh, well.  My birthday is tomorrow, and the man knows what I want.  I mean, it’s not like he can run from me forever, can he?  *sex-obsessed grin*

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(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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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 ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
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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.

And it is for Wes.  He needs Viagra and testosterone shots.  Plus, his high blood pressure meds make the ph of his semen toxic to my bladder, meaning we have to use condoms and lube now or I’ll get a nasty UTI.

My agent agreed.  He’s the same age as Wes and has had some issues of his own to deal with lately when it comes to sex.

Then he asked how I felt about this, and I told him these changes don’t bother me at all.

“As long as Wes can get it up, get hard, and fuck me good, I’m cool with it,” I replied.  “Actually, I look at it as an opportunity to get kinkier.”

“Really?” he asked, and then he laughed like crazy.  Okay, he knows me too well.  I’ll use any excuse to get kinkier.  Duh. 

But think about it.  Viagra makes Wes hard as a tree branch.  That’s fun.  Testosterone shots make him horny as hell.  That’s fun.  The condoms keep me from getting a UTI, which means we can have sex more often.  That’s fun.  The KY Liquibeads make my pussy a slippery-slide for the condoms.  That’s fun.  And my nipple clip jewelry makes Wes so competitive he tries extra hard to give me great breast Os.   That’s fun.

See?  What’s not to like?

The cool thing is Wes is such a vanilla guy this sex-over-50 challenge is making him use stuff he would’ve considered kinky years ago.  And if he needs more help in the future there are cock rings with clit stimulators, strap-on dildos, and all kinds of fun toys we could experiment with to enhance our active sex life.

So if you’re getting older, don’t freak and think sex has to end at 50.  Nah, just get inventive.  I’m using this phase in my long sex life as a fab opportunity to force my vanilla husband into a kinkier lifestyle.

And who knows what the future holds for me?  Open marriage?  Ménage?  Swinging?

Alrightyyyyy!

It’s like I always say.  My life just gets better and better.  And now it looks like my sex life is too.

Hey, totally works for me!  *kinky, sex-obsessed grin*

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

Let me say right now some of this is probably my fault. I’m just too easy on the man, and he’s terribly spoiled. You know how some husbands stress over the holidays, not knowing what to get their wives and hoping it will be something she likes? Not so with Wes. He knows exactly what to get me because I make it easy for him. I tell him. Plus, I’m a cheap date. Can’t get any easier than that, ya know?

And what he usually gets me is a Borders gift card or cash. Since we found out my local Waldenbooks was closing he’s been giving me cash (like at Christmas). No, I’m not one of those women insulted by cash. I can be bought. Easily. *slutty grin*

Thursday night was the third time that week he had complained about giving me cash for Valentine’s Day. I ignored the first two times because Valentine’s Day is my fav holiday of the year, and I’m not gonna let anyone rain on my parade.

But enough is enough! So the third time he complained, I blew.

My first thought was I’m not wearing my wedding ring anymore. If being married to me is so miserable, why should I be the only one to value our marriage, right?

Grrrrrrrrrrrr….!

Then I fired off three text messages to him on Friday morning, since I work late and get up after he leaves.

Have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE texting Wes? It’s improved the communication in our marriage 1000%. An Uber-Alpha like Wes is not an easy guy to talk to about this touchy-feely stuff. He’s very fond of telling people he “does NOT discuss.” And it’s true. Talking to him is like talking to a brick wall. No response. Or he denies everything I say.

Grrrrrrrrrrr…!

But he has to read a text from me, so I do get my point across that way. Anyway, here are the three text messages I sent him:

1.) I’m still really pissed at u. Last night was the 3rd time this week you’ve complained about giving me $ for V-day. You’ve been giving me Borders gift cards and/or cash almost every holiday since 2007. I don’t know why ur so against it this time. So fuck it. I don’t want any gift from you.

2.) I’m really fed up with how negative you’ve been the last 2 years since the economy dipped. U complain about everything when ur around me. Ur obviously very unhappy with ur life, me & our marriage since u never have anything good to say about it. So I am declaring our marriage OPEN. Go find a woman who makes u happy. One u will be happy to fuck and give a V-day gift to. That’s obviously NOT me. We have to use condoms anyway now, so u won’t be giving me anything nasty. But I’m finished with u. Period.

3.) PS: You usually only give me a $50 Borders gift card for V-day. I don’t know why $50 is such a crime this year. But it doesn’t matter now, since I want nothing from you AND I’ve stopped wearing my wedding ring.

An hour later Wes walks though the door. I’m in the kitchen eating breakfast and feeding the cats. Okay, it’s noon, but cut me some slack…I worked until 3:00am that morning. lol

“I’m sorry I’m so awful to live with,” Wes says, looking at me warily, like I might attack him. Good. He needs to keep his distance when I’m this pissed.

“I see you got my text messages,” I reply, glaring at him while I munch on pecans.

“I don’t want to split up,” he replies, walking toward me and folding me into his arms. Brave man.

“Could’ve fooled me,” I snort. “You don’t make me feel wanted or loved. Complaining about giving me a Valentine’s Day gift is reallllllly low. Besides, $50 is chicken feed, and you know it. I should have asked for $500.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. I let him kiss my cheek, but I don’t look happy about it.

“So you wanna date other women and find one who makes you happy?” I shrug. “Fine with me. I could care less.”

“No, I don’t want to date other woman.”

“Well, you’re one miserable guy being married to me,” I say. “All you do is bitch and complain around me. Do you save this up all day just for me? Or are you this way with everyone? I doubt it.” I narrow my eyes at him. “BTW, I hate your guts right now.”

“I know,” he says, hugging me tightly. “I deserve that.”

“You’ve been negative and depressing for the last two years. I can’t stand it anymore. Go find some other woman to torture with this crap.”

Wes apologizes again. Turns out he came home to ask if we needed anything from the store, since a major snowstorm was supposed to hit the city that afternoon. He didn’t read my text messages until he pulled into the driveway. I told him we had everything we needed, so he put fresh batteries in the flashlights and left to meet his buds for lunch. Then he went to his fav bar to watch ballgames the rest of the day.

That evening a friend with a 4-wheel drive SUV brought him home in the middle of the snowstorm. We both drive Camrys, and his friend thought he wouldn’t be able to make it home in his car with the snow piling up like an inch per hour.

After he takes a shower he corners me in the hallway. “I don’t want an open marriage,” he says. “I don’t want to fuck other women.”

“You sure?” I ask. “Totally works for me. We use condoms, so it’s not like you’re gonna give me a STD.”

Wes just growls, and the next thing I know he backs me up against the wall. His hands are under the Led Zep t-shirt I’m wearing, and he’s pinching my nipples.

Alrightyyyyy!

“These nipples seem neglected,” he observes, pulling off my t-shirt and lowering his head to take my neglected breast into his mouth.

Alrightyyyyy!

We ended up having very frisky sex. Okay, I’m easy when it comes to sex. But the open-marriage-not-wearing-my-wedding-ring issue is still on the table as far as I’m concerned. I’ve had it. This negative crap has got to STOP.

In the meantime, Wes has been unbelievably attentive and positive. Hey, if he wants to use LOTS of sex to convince me to drop the open marriage thing, I can handle that. *sex-obsessed grin*

So far so good. Stay tuned…

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

“I know it’s a few days ahead of schedule, but dontcha think I should give you your shot on Saturday night?” I ask last week. “That way you’ll have a full tank for our sex date on Sunday.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.

“Do it on Friday night,” Wes replies, chuckling. “I wanna make sure it has time to kick in by Sunday.” Okay, Wes is looking forward to fucking me, too. Cool!

But on Sunday, Wes could only get semi-hard, and that was after taking half a Viagra.

Rats!

“Dash downstairs and take another half of a Viagra,” I suggest, spreading my legs and flashing my dripping wet pussy at him. Hey, there’s a lot to be said for encouragement, ya know? Besides I was ready to be FUCKED!

He does, and fifteen minutes later his flagpole is as hard as steel.

Alrightyyyyy!

I can’t tell you how good it felt to have a steely dick inside me again. OMG! Nothing like being impaled on a realllllly hard dick, ya know?

“Yesssss!” I scream when he pounds me from one G-spot O to the next. I swear it felt so wonderful I didn’t know if I would survive some of them. Yummmmmmy!

“I love fucking you,” Wes chants, thrusting into me fast and steady. “This is great. I’ve got lots of sensitivity even with this rubber.”

Yeah, he was having a blast and finished with no problem. By then I was almost comatose from so many Os. Looks like at 57, a whole Viagra is the ticket for Wes these days. Hey, works for me! *sex-obsessed grin*

After we both recover we dive under the sheets to cuddle, since it had been cold and rainy all day.

“So you had lots of Os?” Wes asks, nuzzling my neck.

“Oh yeah,” I reply, while he rolls me over to lick my nipples. “Nothing like a really hard dick.”

Wes laughs against my breasts.

“You think I’m kidding, dontcha?” I wrap my legs around him as he continues to suck my tits. “You have no idea how GOOD it feels to be impaled on a reallllly hard cock.”

That got him. He laughs so hard he rolls over on his back. “That’s NOT something I ever want to experience,” he replies.

“You’re missing out,” I tease.

“I doubt it.”

“Maybe in your next lifetime you’ll be reincarnated as a woman, and then you’ll know how fab it feels.”

Wes shudders. “I do NOT wanna be a woman.”

“Oh, you’ll love it,” I assure him. “It’s fantastic being a woman. Take my word for it.”

“I know you like it, darlin’.” He wraps me in his arms and kisses my cheek. “You have a lot of fun doing woman stuff.” (I guess he’s referring to my new black suede boots I raved about that morning…LOVE them and got them on sale, too…Yay!).

“But I like doing guy stuff,” he continues.

“I wonder if I’d like being a guy?” I ponder, moving his long blonde hair away from his neck so I can nibble.

Wes chuckles and rolls me over on my back to suck my nipples again.

“One thing I would LOVE is the peeing issue,” I continue to muse.

“Huh?” He stops worshipping my tits and looks up at me.

“Ya know. How you guys can just whip out your dicks and pee anywhere. No tissue or toilet needed.”

“True,” he agrees. “It’s a handy thing.”

“If I were a guy I’d be a tomcat,” I decide. “That would be fun.”

Wes frowns. “So you wouldn’t be married?”

“Oh, no,” I reply. “I’d play the field and love every minute of it.”

“Or you could just fuck Roxxxxy,” he suggests, grinning slyly.

“OMG!” I exclaim. “You actually read my blog?” Wow, color me SHOCKED!!

“Yeah,” he replies, gathering me in his arms again. “I’m on your newsletter list, and you send out those blog notices every week now. When I have the time I read them.”

“Yikes!” I exclaim. “I figured you never read my blog, so I could get away with murder on there.”

“I’ve noticed,” he says, shaking his head. “Everyone definitely knows how kinky you are.”

“Duh. That’s a given.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he continues, stroking my back. “Who is Raoul? And why do you like fucking him so much you think a male sex robot should be named after him?” I hear a low, Alpha growl starting. “Huh????!”

Damn, I’m in trouble now… LMAO!!

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

I always say I’m a simple slut, and it’s true.  So Alex and I have been working hard to make it easy for my readers to go to one place on this website to find all the sexy stuff I’ve raved about in my blog posts and comments. 

Trust me.  You’re gonna love everything in this shop from the books to the CDs to the dongs to the sexy lingerie to the nipple clips, and much, much more!

To find it, just go to the button bar at the top of the homepage. Click on “Shop!” That will take you directly to “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop.”

When you get there, you’ll see six categories listed on the right side of the store. Browse through them, and if you see something that interests you, click on the title of that item for more info. If you decide to buy it, all you gotta do is add it to your shopping cart. The entire store is powered by Amazon, so it’s simple, simple, simple. No wonder I love it.

Okay, readers, go forth and SHOP! Yeah, definitely one of this slut’s fav things to do… *addicted grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps
Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novelist
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
To read excerpts from my novels:
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com
Check out my verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.LauraStamps.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
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Follow me on Twitter at:
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