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

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

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

Thursday night Wes surprised me by walking into my office. Yes, that’s unusual. Wes is the kinda guy who can’t wait to get off computer so he can dash downstairs, get something to eat for dessert (like yogurt or nuts), and park his ass in his reclining chair to watch sports on TV.

Imagine my surprise when he walked back upstairs and appeared in my office at 9:00pm.

“Look what the yogurt did to me.” He flips down the front of his sweatpants, and his hard dick pops out.

Wes and I were supposed to have one of our frisky sex dates on Sunday afternoon. Before that, he’d spent Friday and Saturday in Charleston at a reunion for his old college basketball team. But when he got back to Columbia on Sunday morning he didn’t feel so good.

In fact his intestinal tract was such an unhappy camper he didn’t even go to the gym to ride the bike like he usually does on Sundays. So there was no way he felt like pounding my wet pussy with his Viagra-hard dick.

Bummer!

However, I was not about to let him off the hook that easily. The man may run from me on a regular basis, but he can’t hide for long. This slut likes sex (and lots of it!), and I will NOT be denied.

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

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

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

It probably won’t come as a surprise when I tell you I’ve been on a sex toys kick for the last week. In fact, on Friday I ordered two pairs of nipple jewelry from my “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop” on this site. They’re both danglers (the one with pink hearts and the one with stars). I had wanted to buy nipple jewelry for my birthday last April, and even wrote about it on my blog back them. But for some reason I never got around to it. Well, now I have! And I can’t wait to see Wes’s face when he undresses me and finds jewelry dangling from my nipples.

What fun!

Okay, back to sex toys. One of my Twitter friends mentioned a “sybain” last week. I didn’t know what that was, so he told me to google it.

Thanks, everyone, for your positive response to “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop.” Yay!! All of you definitely made my day with your awesome comments at my website and Facebook.

It was a lot of work, but also major fun gathering the cool stuff I’ve raved about in my blog posts in one convenient place for my readers. Of course, many of those items brought back memories.

Like the nipple jewelry and clips.

Last week on Tuesday night I had another one of those dreams that woke me up with an O in real life. Ya know, the kind my FB friend said would make me rich if I could bottle and sell them. LOL

Once again, it was not a sexual dream. In fact, it was the kind of dream I’ve had for decades. However I never have an O after one of these dreams. But I did this time, because this dream was prophetic. More on that later.

Really, I didn’t. LOL

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

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

My friends will be thrilled to hear I didn’t work on Christmas day. Yay! Aren’t you proud of me? *LOL* In fact Wes just texted me a few minutes ago and said: “Had a great Christmas with you! Xoxo.” What a sweet guy, huh?

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*).

Whoa! Friday the 13th. Lucky, lucky day!

Okay, this has been a week full of talk about sexual fantasies and how they can propel your O (orgasm) to new heights. Or just make an O possible. So I thought I’d talk a little about that today.