A few weeks ago it suddenly occurred to me that I might not be allergic to latex condoms after all. I realized the one time I tried them and they gave me a bad pussy burn I wasn’t using the fab lube I use now (KY Liquibeads). So this might not be a latex issue. It might just be a lube issue. Too cool!

I was totally jazzed about this cause I’ve never been crazy about the poly condoms Wes and I use (Trojan Supra). The polyurethane material pinches my pussy, and it burns Wes’s dick. Not fun.

Since Wes always complains about a lack of sensitivity with the poly condoms (even though they’re reallllllly thin) I bought the thinnest latex condoms I could find…Trojan Ultra-Thin. Much to my delight they were as thin and transparent as the Supras.

Alrightyyyy!

As most of you know, my birthday was last Friday. On Wednesday I’d been working all day, cleaning up my email list. There’s a large group of people on my list who no longer open my email notifications, yet they won’t opt out either. So I went through every name (ugh!…took like 16 hours…yeah, it’s a large list), and I eliminated most of them. Totally worth it cause now my list is lean and trim. Yay!

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.

As many of you know, tomorrow is my birthday.  I’ll be 53.  Yikes!  Hard to believe, since I swear I’m not a day over 18, right?  *delusional grin*
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 [...]

First, an update. I’d like to announce my agent and I have parted on friendly terms. He’s a great guy. Really. And he wants only the best for me. But he’s also verrrrrry busy. Too busy to give my career the time and attention an agent should for one of his authors.

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).

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.

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?!

One of my friends at Facebook told me about this new sex toy last week, and I gotta tell ya, just looking at the thing made me wet. Oh, yes, it did! *kinky grin*

It’s called Raging Hard-ons (UR3) 7″ Ballsy dong. Leave it to Doc Johnson to create something soooo lifelike. Here’s a link to check it out:

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.