Anyway, at 11:00 on Christmas morning we had reservations at a fabulous holiday banquet at a local hotel, where I ate tons of delicious food (yes, I did!). Then we came back to the house, and I crashed in the Sleep-Number bed with the kitties and an erotica novel. My plan was to read and nap until we went back out to the new Sherlock Holmes movie at 4:00.

Instead I fell asleep almost immediately (no laughing from my friends *LOL*). But when I woke up I was incredibly horny (no laughing, remember?! *LMAO*).

Actually, that’s not unusual for that bed. Why? Because I rarely nap in it (like when do I have time to nap?). I do waaaaaaay more fucking in that bed than sleeping, so it’s no wonder I always wake up from my rare naps horny as hell.

Wes walked into the bedroom right after I woke up, so I told him how horny sleeping in that bed makes me.

“Nah,” he says, sitting down in his computer chair and resting his feet on the edge of the bed. “You’re always horny, darlin’.”

True.

“I doubt it has anything to do with all the sex we have in this bed,” he continues, looking at me like I need serious meds to tone down my raging hot libido.

Actually, this reminds me of something I was talking about with a Facebook friend of mine a few days ago: my sex dreams.

I have two kinds of sex dreams. The first kind is about smokin’ hot sex. YOWZA! Kinda like the sizzling sex dream I had last week. I usually sleep like a rock, but one day last week I woke up and had a tough time falling back asleep. Rare, but it happens. So I started meditating. The next thing I know I’m sound asleep and dreaming I’m fucking one of my gorgeous local guy friends. LOVED IT! And I woke up just as relaxed as if I’d had great sex. Which I did. Sorta.

Purrrrrrrrrr….!

The second kind of sex dream is one I have less often (like every month or so). This kind wakes me up with an intense clit O in real life. WOW! All I can do is roll over, moan, pant, and stroke my pussy until the O runs its course. Yeah, I’m wide awake after that one. Oddly enough, the dream that causes it never has anything to do with sex. They’re all different, but all just normal, nonsexual dreams. Then someone in the dream will look at me or say something, and I’m climaxing. Hard.

Weird, I know.

My FB friend said if I could bottle that second kind of dream I’d be rich. If men pay big bucks for Viagra, he says women would pay big bucks for a dream that wakes them up with a major clit O.

True.

So what kind of sex dreams do you have? Time to spill! Yeah, my inquiring mind wants to know. *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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Sound good?

Okay, I spent some time last night reading articles written by mistresses and adulterous wives on a few porn sites. Don’t freak. Adultery is NOT my thing. But it was kinda weird how those wanton women sounded just like me. I’m serious. They did.

Then I remembered. Oh, right, I’m a cyber-sex slut.

Yeah, Wes knows all about my cyber-fucking, and he’s totally cool with it. He loves how this sexy “extracurricular activity” of mine takes the edge off my libido, so I don’t kill him with my raging sex drive. Or at least that’s what he says. Of course, I think kicking the bucket after having wild rabbit sex is the purrrrrrfect way to go.

But I digress…. *sex-obsessed grin*

Still, I was shocked how much I have in common with these women. I mean, all of us flirt shamelessly. All of us are pursued by hunky guys. All of us let the good ones catch us and fuck us. The only difference is they do it in real life, and I do it in cyberland.

In fact, my trip to the post office yesterday morning was a perfect example of the fine line I walk every day as a wanton woman.

Here’s what happened. I ran into a guy friend of mine while I was waiting in line (a treat for sure, since I haven’t seen him for months). Yes, before you ask he’s definitely a tasty piece of male flesh. On the other hand, do I know any other kind?

Not.

When he finished mailing his stuff, he stayed with me, and we chatted as the post office lady (another friend and customer of mine) got my boxes of books ready to mail.

“Hey, if you know any 60- or 70-year old single women, send them my way,” he teases.

I slap him on the arm. “You’re not that old!” He’s in his late 50s. “You want a younger woman than that.”

“Busted,” he replies, laughing. “Okay, I tend to go for younger women, like 30s or 40s.”

“I used to go for young guys, too,” I say, as I write out my check. “But I ran into a few earlier this year who fell in love with me, and things got messy.” I shrug. “They took things too seriously when this is just supposed to be fun, ya know?”

He’s laughing cause even though he’s a cop he knows I’m a cyber-sex junkie.

“So I only play with men in their 50s now,” I continue, purring. “They’re sooooo yummy, and they can keep things in perspective.” Then I smile lustily. “Of course, I did play with one guy who was 25 years old this week. That was fun! And there is this yummy 40-something guy on Facebook. Oh well…”

Now he’s laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking. And the post office lady is staring at me, her eyes as round as buttons. Then I remember she doesn’t know I cyber-sex. Oops! She’s probably thinking I’m one of those wanton married women. Which I am. Kinda.

Then my friend mentions his dangly part is still working fine (he called it his “woo-woo” *LOL), and the conversation took a nosedive into the gutter from there with lots of blushing from the post office lady.

At dinner it happened again. Sorta. Wes mentioned one of his customers is about to get married for the 6th time. He’s in his late 50s.

“He must fall in love easily,” I comment.

Wes smirks. “Obviously.”

“I can relate,” I continue. “I fall in love all the time, too.”

“What?” Wes glares at me. “You do????”

Oops!

“Sure,” I say, backtracking fast. “I’m a Beta. Betas love everyone.”

Wes buys it and nods in agreement.

Whew! That was close.

So I guess I am like those wanton married women and mistresses. Who knew? I may be faithful in real life. But I’m a total slut in cyberland and see nothing wrong with it.

Maybe that’s why there are so many 20-something men after me all the time on Facebook? Whatever. I am what I am, obviously. And I’m cool with it.

Which reminds me of something. If you’ve been reading my blog or status updates at Facebook you know I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m FINISHED with Alpha men! Seriously. That’s it. Over. Done. Fini!

From now on I’m only cyber-fucking sweet Beta men. Well, with the exception of one really sweet Alpha 40-something hunky guy I connected with this week on Facebook.

But I digress….

Anyway, if you’re a sweet, sexy Beta man and you’d like to cyber-sex with me, let me know. That’s right. My slutty cyber-door is open to Beta men now. FINALLY!

Okay, so I’m a slow learner. Whatever.

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal Sex Goddess
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
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:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch