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!

Guess what?  We gave them a test drive on one of our sex dates a few weeks ago, and I was right!  I don’t have an allergy to latex condoms.  *happy dance, happy dance*  In fact they felt much better than the poly condoms and work just fine with the KY Liquibeads.  No pussy-pinching for me.  No cock-burn for Wes. 

Yay!

I was so thrilled I tweeted about it the rest of the night on Twitter and Facebook.  You know I did.  *kinky grin*

Since I haven’t been able to blog much about my sex life the last few months you might not know Wes and I have been taking my fav sex books to bed with us.  Let’s just say I’ve been in the mood to experiment and try a bunch of new sex positions.  In fact we’re doing so much of this on our sex dates you could almost shoot a porn video of us.  Seriously.  Wes gives me a few fab Os in positions he knows ring my bell.  Then we hit the books and go from one sex position to the next, asking,” How does that feel?”  If it doesn’t feel good to both of us we move on to the next position.

Those of you who’ve been reading this blog for a few years know my fav BJ book is Tickle His Pickle: Your Hands-on Guide to Penis Pleasing by Dr. Sadie Allison.  Well, she’s got another fab book called Ride ‘Em Cowgirl: Sex Position Secrets for Better Bucking. 

GAWD, dontcha love her titles?  The woman just cracks me up!

So this is the book I tossed on the bed before our sex date on Sunday.  OMG, I looked so cute when I walked into the bedroom, too.  I had on a fav pair of zebra-striped panties trimmed with red & black lace with satin ribbons.  I do adore my animal-print lingerie. *slutty grin*

Of course, Wes made quick work of stripping them off of me.  Yumm!

“I love your nipples,” he murmurs, sucking and pinching them into tight beads.  Then he gives me so many breast Os my bottom lip goes numb and starts to tingle.

“You do?”  Okay, he’s never said that before.  Not in the 32 years I’ve been fucking the man.

“Sure,” he replies, driving me crazy with his fingers.  “I’ve always loved your nipples.”

“You mean you’re a breast man, and you love all nipples.”  Hey, I need some qualifying here.

“No,” he corrects, licking my nipples thoroughly.  “I love your tiny little nipples.”

Okay, score major points for the Uber Alpha!  Then he grabs my face and kisses me passionately.  YOWZA!  He never does that. 

So what’s a slut to do?  I jump him cause I always hold back with him.  Wes prefers sweet kisses rather than the rabid-animal-eating-at-your-face kinda kisses I love.  After a few minutes he pulls me off of him.  His eyes are almost black with lust, and he’s stroking his dick. 

“We need to get that condom on me now,” he growls.  He knew I wanted to play for a long time, so he not only took a Viagra but also three herbal cock boosters (Steel-Libido) an hour before our date.

Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice.  I pluck a condom from the pile I brought with me, roll it over his steely tool, jump on the bed, and spread.  “Fuck me, baby,” I purr, flashing my thoroughly lubed pussy at him.  

Wow, he’s on me in a flash and so excited he enters me with one long thrust.  Whoosh!  Then we’re off to the races. 

After I have three screaming Os, I ask, “Hey, wanna try something new?” 

“I dunno,” he replies, rolling away from me, stroking his dick to keep it hard while I grab the book. 

Lately, we’ve been trying multiple variations on the classic cowgirl position.  Shoving two pillows up against the headboard, I say, “Sit up here with your back against the wall and let’s try the Ultimate Takedown position.”

Wes sits against the pillows and the headboard.  I crawl on top of him and impale myself on his dick, bringing my knees up, while keeping my feet flat on the bed beside his chest.  I lean over him and grab the headboard, pumping slowly. 

“How does that feel?” he asks.

“Meh,” I reply.  “Better if you push up into me like….squeeeee!…THAT!”  Okay, that felt good.  But I can’t keep it up.  Even though I jog two miles a day now my thighs don’t last long in this cramped position.

“You need to work out more,” Wes teases, sitting on his ass, winking at me while I do all the work.

“Yeah, right,” I snort, moving my legs down.  “You wish you worked out as much as I do every day.”

Wes laughs.  “No, I don’t.  What’s next, darlin’?”

Then we try the Three Legged Fox, but his knee starts to hurt.  So I go through the book trying all the positions I bunny-eared for this sex date.   Some felt fab, but we’re searching for another 5-star position to add to our regular sex life, and none of them worked that well for us.  Plus, Wes has a bad back and knee, which means some positions we can’t do, and others we have to be careful with. 

Finally, I say, “I wanna try one more.  How about this?”  I make him sit up again in the Ultimate Takedown position.  Then I impale myself on his hard tool and lean all the way back, bracing my hands behind me between his knees.  Bowing my back like a pretzel, I place my feet under his arms.  “This is called The Rock.”

I start pumping, like I’m doing reverse push-ups, which is surprisingly easy in this gymnastic position.  Who knew?

“How does it feel?” he asks, looking doubtful.

“Okay,” I reply.  “Probably better if you push up with your hips and meet my thrusts like….squeeeee…..THAT!!!”

OMG!  I think I just saw stars.  Damn, that felt good.  In fact I had a G-spot O so fast I lost my rhythm.  Yeah, this is the one we’re gonna thoroughly test on our next sex date.  No doubt about it.  It has all the markings of a 5-star position.

After I have a few more Os, Wes finishes and we collapse on the bed.  I’m purring, totally satiated for the moment, and he’s breathing hard.  But he smiling, so I can tell he had a good time, and he’s pleased he survived another one of my gymnastic sex dates.

“I can’t believe my birthday is Sunday,” he muses after a while, running his hand through his long blonde hair, which is damp with perspiration. 

“Hard to believe you’re gonna be 58,” I tease.  “That’s two years away from 60!”

He sighs.  “60 is gonna be freaky for sure.”

“At least you’ll still have a hard dick,” I purr.  “But old-man dick sure is expensive with testosterone shots and Viagra and Steel-Libido and…. ..squeeeee!”

Suddenly, Wes flips me over, and his lips latch onto my nipples again.  “I’ll show you who’s an old man,” he threatens, thoroughly worshiping my insatiable breasts.

What can I say?  I just love it when a plan comes together…  *sneaky grin*

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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*

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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*

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

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So if you’re in the market for a new toy, check this one out. It might be just the O-producer you’ve been searching for. Or it might be “Raoul.” Ya know, the “boyfriend” every lusty woman needs when she’s in-between boyfriends. Or husbands. Or not. *naughty grin*

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See? I think of everything. Dontcha love me?! *kinky grin*

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

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.

Okay, I guess you can tell I don’t have much sympathy for Alphas who play a lot and complain about it. Plus, this time he didn’t come home with a cold, and his knee and back felt great. So what did he have to complain about?

Nothing!

“I don’t care how tired you are,” I finally say. “Just as long as you’ve got enough energy to fuck me this afternoon for our sex date.”

“We’ll see,” he cranks.

WHAT?!!!

“I’m underwhelmed by your enthusiasm for fucking me,” I reply, narrowing my eyes at him. “You act as though having sex with me is a chore. Or boring as hell.”

“I never said that,” he replies, glaring back at me. “You did.”

“Okay, fine,” I continue. “Then tell me this. I know you’re in love with me. But are you passionately in love with me? I don’t feel sexually desired by you when you act so ho-hum about fucking me, ya know?”

“Jesus Christ!” Wes exclaims, groaning. “Not that touchy-feely stuff again. I can’t take it!”

“Whatever.” Okay, now he’s really on my Shit List.

At times like this I think about all those Alphas who go into shock when their wives want a divorce. To them it seems sudden and out of the blue and they’re totally clueless how it happened. Right. Until the wife’s lawyer tells them this is what the wife has been trying to tell the husband for years, but always got the “Oh, no! Not that touchy-feely stuff again!” response. An Alpha acts like listening to his wife’s concerns about their marriage is a fate worse than death. Well, in a way it is, because it certainly leads to the death of their marriage. Duh!

Wes must have realized his boo-boo immediately, because he grabbed my hand and squeezed it, trying to make nice. But like I always say: too LITTLE too LATE! So all he held was a limp hand as he drove to the grocery store. A hand that would much rather be holding the hand of someone who is passionately in love with me.

Duh!

At 4:00, I finish up on computer and find Wes watching sports in the living room. “Are you feeling horny and tingly yet?” I ask, referring to the testosterone shot last week and the Viagra he took at 3:00.

“Nah,” he replies, walking up the stairs to take a shower.

In the meantime, I change the sheets and insert a Liquibead. Speaking of the KY Liquibeads, I learned something new about them this time. It was freezing cold on Sunday, and homes in South Carolina tend to be chilly in the winter. I think it has something to do with the heat pump technology we use for air and heat. Anyway, I guess the Liquibeads absorbed some of the cold from my chilly bathroom, because the bead took twice as long to melt inside me. That means next time I’ll need to insert one like 15 minutes earlier. Good to know now that our cold winter weather has arrived.

Fortunately, this was not a problem on Sunday because Wes was incredibly attentive. Gee, I wonder why (LOL)? When I walk into the bedroom, he’s lying in the middle of the bed with the sheet draped over his dick. It kinda looked like a big tent, if ya know what I mean.

“Alrightyyyyy!” I squeal when I rip off the sheet. He wags his steely flagpole at me and then tackles me. But this time he’s verrrry intense. You could even say he’s passionate.

Gee, I wonder why? LMAO

“I like this,” I moan. Okay, I’m starved for affection. I’ll take what I can get.

“I’m trying,” he replies.

And he is. He acts like he wants me badly and spends twice as much time on foreplay as he usually does, which gives the chilly Liquibead plenty of time to melt.

When I roll on the condom and Wes slips inside me, he’s more enthusiastic about fucking me than he’s been in months (gee, I wonder why?). At any rate, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one grooving on how much I love to fuck.

“You’re so HARD,” I growl after another O.

“I know,” he agrees, smiling from ear to ear, while he pumps into me like a jackhammer. “I usually don’t feel much with these rubbers, but for some reason I’ve got more sensitivity today.”

Gotta love a full tank of testosterone, ya know? *lusty grin*

Finally, when I’m so worn out with Os and good fucking I’m actually getting tired (amazing, I know), he finishes. Afterwards, he cuddles with me for almost an hour, telling me how much he enjoyed fucking me, and how much he wants me, and some of the funny stuff that happened during his golf trip. Really cool, since he usually gets antsy after 20 minutes of cuddling and leaps outta the bed like he’s got something much more important to do.

All I can figure is Wes has been in the doghouse so often in the last year he’s becoming a Master at backpedaling.

Whatever. As long as I reap the benefits in the bedroom, what do I care? I know. I’m waaaaay too easy. But it seems to be working for me…. *slutty grin*

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

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!

“I think I’m gonna cancel our sex date,” he announces Sunday afternoon, rubbing his heart.  “I don’t feel so good.”

Cancel our sex date?  HORRORS!!!

“Oh, no you don’t,” I reply.  “I told you fried turkey was bad for you.  Besides it’s just an extra heartbeat.  Your heart doc said it’s no big deal.”

Wes glares at me.  Hey, if the man is gonna abuse his bod he gets no sympathy from me, ya know?

“So take a Viagra,” I continue.  “Sex is good for your heart.  We can just fuck your heartbeat back to normal.”  I waggle my eyebrows.  “What do you think?”

“I think you’re badgering the hell outta me as usual,” Wes grumbles, walking into the kitchen to take a Viagra before returning to his reclining chair to watch sports on TV.

An hour later I finish up on computer and look over the balcony into the den.  “Ready to fuck?”

Wes looks up at me.  “Wild Bill Hickok and I have something in common now.”

“Huh?”  I have no idea what the man is talking about.

“Wild Bill Hickok died in Deadwood, South Dakota,” he says, grinning like crazy.

“Huh?”

Wes looks down at his dick.  “Now I’ve got dead wood too.”

Okay, this is what I get for marrying a history buff. 

“That is hysterical!” I exclaim, tears running down my cheeks.  “You’re the only person in the entire world who would make that connection.”

Wes shakes his head.  “You’re enjoying this waaaaaaay too much, darlin’.  It’s not THAT funny.”  He must have seen the light bulb go off in my head.  “Do NOT write about this on your blog,” he warns.  “I should be more careful what I say to you.  Our entire sex life is all over the web.”

True.

I just laugh and dash into the bedroom to change the sheets on the bed and insert a Liquibead.  After Wes takes a shower I find him lying spread eagle on the bed.  Sure enough, he’s got dead wood.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” I say, stripping off my black silk cami.

“I don’t feel a thing,” he replies, looking down at his limp dick and then over at me.  “Usually, Viagra makes me tingle before I get hard.”  He looks back at his dick.  “No tingling.  Nada.”

“Well, you’re probably low on testosterone,” I muse, crawling across the bed. 

But I don’t get a chance to ponder this dilemma, because Wes tackles me and does amazing things to my nipples with his tongue and fingers.  Yeah, I was howling with joy.  *horny grin*

But afterwards his dick is still limp. 

“No problem, “ I say, scurrying between his legs.  “I can fix this.”  I swallow his dick to the root and apply one of my fav BJ techniques.  In no time he’s hard as a flagpole.

Alrightyyyy!

“Were’s that condom?” Wes growls, his eyes dark with lust.

I jump off the bed and grab a condom.  I quickly slip it on his gorgeously hard cock and then squirt a blob of KY in my hands, rubbing them together to warm the lube before I apply it to the condom.

Then I jump back on the bed, and Wes slides into me with one long thrust.  YOWZA!  That feels soooooo good!

Have I mentioned in the last 10 minutes how much I LOVE sex?  Well, I do.  We go two rounds, and Wes gives me 7-8 orgasms.  I can’t remember the exact number, because I was too busy screaming and growling my way through them.  Yeah, it was WONDERFUL!

Finally, Wes shouts his release and collapses on the bed.

“I love sex,” I purr, wrapping myself around him like an ivy vine.

“I know, darlin’,” he chuckles, stripping off the condom.  “Hand me a tissue.”

I give him the box and watch him clean himself up.  “See?” I say, while we cuddle.  “I didn’t kill you with sex after all.  You’re still alive.”

Wes smiles.  “Just barely.” 

“What do you think about this title?” I muse.  “Wild Bill Hickok Meets the Naughty Pussycat.”

“You wouldn’t!” he growls, glaring at me.

“Oh, yes, I would, Wild Bill!” I exclaim, jumping off the bed and dashing down the hall to my bathroom before he catches me.  I’m laughing so hard I’m lucky I don’t trip over one of the cats.

Hey, sometimes being married to a history buff comes in reallllllly handy.  Who knew?  LMAO!!!

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/naughtypussycat

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.

What can I say?  I was just too tired to fuck.  Horrors!

Yeah, Wes was in shock too.  His “energizer-bunny” wife was suddenly too tired to have sex?  Yikes!  Now he’s really worried.  I mean, it’s not like he isn’t always after me about the long hours I work every day.  He is.  So he told me I should nap when we get home.

But I had about two hours of work I wanted to do on the Holiday Card mailing first.  Plus, I wanted to announce to everyone on Facebook I was taking the day off, so they wouldn’t wonder why I wasn’t answering their PMs, chats, and emails.

Finally, at 3:00 I finished everything on computer and crashed in bed with the kitties for a nap.  But 45 minutes later my eyes popped open, and my first thought was: “I wanna dick inside me NOW!”

Yowza!

Obviously, my libido had recovered in record time.  Hey, maybe I do run on energizer batteries.  LOL

A few minutes later Wes walked into the bedroom to put his socks away, since he washes his work and golf clothes on Sunday afternoons.

“You’re awake,” he comments, tossing his socks in the drawer.

“I changed my mind,” I reply.  “I wanna fuck.  Our sex date is back on.”

“It is?”  He frowns.  “I was horny this morning, and really looking forward to it.  But I’m not horny anymore since you cancelled it.”

“Take a Viagra,” I say.  “You’ll be horny in an hour.”

An hour later I hustle Wes into the shower while I change the sheets on the bed.  My engines are roaring (as usual), and every bit of fatigue has disappeared.

Alrightyyyy!

After I insert the Liquibead (LOVE those!), grab some condoms, a box of tissue, and a tube of KY, I dash into the bedroom to find Wes lying on top of the sheets, his dick standing up as hard as a flagpole.

Alrightyyyy!

“Looks like somebody’s horny again,” I purr.  “Gotta love Viagra, ya know?”

Wes grabs me, and we roll across the bed.  A few minutes later I slip a condom on his cock, coat it with KY (so I won’t get another friction burn from our frisky fucking), and…yesssssss!…I’ve got a verrrry hard dick inside me.

Alrightyyyy!

Wow, he fucked me good, too.  We went two rounds, and toward the end I was growling and screaming my Os.

I never thought I’d say this, but I LOVE CONDOM SEX!!!  I swear, those Trojan Supra condoms give me as much sensation as I had without condoms.  No kidding.  The Os just rock my world.

So my Sunday was full of catnaps and sizzling hot sex.  Not the two-week vacation in Key West I’ve been fantasizing about in my newsletter and at Facebook.  But close enough. 

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr….!  *sexually satisfied grin*

xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
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