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*

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
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(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
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Just got a contract today from Trytium Publishing.  My ex-agent’s plan was to buy out my publishing contracts with my other publishers and put all my books with one publisher.  A BIG risk for me, but I decided to give it a shot.  That means he bought out my contract for “The Witchery Series” with Trytium last year.

Well, as you all know, the “new” publisher didn’t work out, and we parted ways on May 21.  That meant I finally got the 9 books back that publisher had been sitting on for almost a year.  Three of those books are “The Witchery Series” trilogy novels.  The deal my ex-agent worked out with Trytium was that those novels would never go out of print during the transition phase.  So Trytium has continued to publish them in paperback.  The minute I got all the rights back, I contacted Dave at Trytium, and told him to send me another contract.  That’s what I got today.  So Trytium will continue to publish this popular series in paperback, and Kittyfeather Press will now publish this trilogy in ebook with hunky new covers.  Cool, huh?

When I got the 9 books back in May, Alex and I set a goal of getting all of them published and in ebook (on my site and in the Kindle Store) in 30 days.  I mean, they’ve been languishing at different publishers for two years now, and enough is enough, ya know?!  Yeesh!

So far so good on reaching our goal.  I’ve been working like a crazy woman ever since and have completed final edits on “The Rune Witch Series” and “The Witchery Series” and put them in ebook format.  Now they’re in Alex’s verrry talented hands while she creates hunky covers for them and downloads them on my site in pdf and in the Kindle Store.  BTW, some of you have been asking me if I have a publication date on these two series.  Not exactly, but I can say they will go on sale in the next few weeks.

Last night I finished the first of the three books in my Memoir Series, “Being Naughty,” and sent it to Alex.  So I just have the last two to edit, put in ebook format, and send to Alex (“Still Naughty” and “Always Naughty”).  When I finish those two all 9 books will FINALLY be in production and ready to go.   Yay!

Speaking of the first memoir, “Being Naughty,” I thought I’d run an excerpt from it today.  It’s another one of my naughty memes.  This one is from August 29, 2008.  Yeah, this “Memoir Series” is full of all kinds of FUN stuff!

Enjoy!

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I found this meme at the blog of my saucy friend, Ann.  I usually avoid memes like the plague, but this one appealed to my inner dirty girl, so I thought I’d give it a shot.  To be honest, this was the usual clean meme when I found it on Ann’s blog, but I couldn’t help tweaking and rewriting it in terribly naughty ways. 

What can I say?  The strangest things excite my inner dirty girl.  Or as the Uber would say: “Laura, EVERYTHING excites your inner dirty girl.”

True.  Okay, here it goes:

1.) My uncle is unknown.  I’m the black sheep of my family, so I know very few of my relatives.  Actually, most of them have been warned away from me.  Seriously.  I’m supposed to be strange or something.  Silly rumors.  But what can you do?   *wicked grin*

2.) Never in my life have I smoked a cigarette.

3.) When I was five I was delusionally happy.  But I didn’t realize that until reality slam-dunked me when I was twelve.   Ouch!  I’ve been avoiding it ever since.  

4.) High school was a BLAST!!!

5.) I will never forget losing my virginity, but I wish I could.  Yeah, it was HIGHLY forgettable.

6.) Once I met my husband, my sex life improved drastically.  Yay!

7.) There was a guy I dated in college who couldn’t have an orgasm.  Yeah, it was fun, but after a while it was like ENOUGH ALREADY….JUST DO IT!!!

8.) Once, at a bar, I danced myself silly.  Actually, I did it more than once.  Actually, I did it all the time at any bar I went to and loved it.

9.) By noon I will have been on computer for six hours and still have two more hours to go before I finish answering all the emails from my readers/fans/friends for the day.

10.) Last night I thought about sex and groped my husband (as usual).

11.) If only I had known what I know now I would’ve had more fun.  Although I probably would’ve gotten into waaaaaay more trouble than I did back then, so I can’t complain.

12.) Next time I go to church will be in September when I go to a wedding in Charleston.  Luckily, only the parents of the groom know I’m a Wiccan Faery Witch, so there’s a good chance no one will freak.  Too much.  Or throw holy water at me.  No, wait.  That’s what they do to vampires, isn’t it?  Okay, hold the holy water.   

13.) What worries me most is nothing.  You think I’m too simple to worry, don’t you?  Yeah, you’re right.   

14.) You know I’m lying ….well, lying isn’t my thing.  Of course, I am a Southern Belle, so I will politely gloss over anything negative and do it with a smile on my face.  Trust me.  You’ll love it.  I’m really good at it.

15.) What I miss most about the seventies is the fact that almost every guy had long hair back then.  Now it’s a rare delight.  Although we do have quite a few men with long hair in the Deep South (thank you, thank you, thank you!).  So I’m not complaining.  Too much. 

16.) By this time next year I will have written more erotica novels and novellas.  Plus, I’ll be even naughtier, lustier, and more wicked than I am now.  And, yes, having a great time, as usual.

17.) A better name for me would be The Queen of Lust.

18.) I have a hard time understanding anything that doesn’t involve sex.  Hey, I’m just being honest!

19.) You know I like you if I’m still breathing, because as the Uber says (while he rolls his eyes): “Laura likes everyone.”  What?  Is that a crime?!!!

20.) If I ever won an award the first person I would thank would be Bast, my Patron Goddess.  Yeah, I’m Wiccan through and through.

21.) Take my advice, find a yummy guy, and fuck like monkeys for the rest of your life.  Trust me.  It’s a good strategy.  I should know.

22.) A song I love but do not have is a Journey song.  But I can’t remember the name of it, even though I’ve been listening to Journey and Steve Perry for three months now every day with no end in sight.  His voice reallllllllly turns me on.  Can you tell? 

23.) My ideal breakfast is an organic cashew butter sandwich on whole wheat bread.  Okay, I’m a vegetarian.

24.) If you visit my hometown from May-October you’ll run like crazy for the nearest air-conditioned building.

25.) Why won’t people stop enticing me with memes like this?  I am supposed to be researching oral sex and BJs today for my novels.  But my dirty girl is having too much fun with this meme instead.  Argh!

26.) I’d stop my wedding for sex.  No doubt about it.  Even though my mother would probably freak, because she was kinda in charge of my wedding like moms are when you’re 22 years old.

27.) I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach (Is this disgusting or what?…Yeesh!…Who thought this one up, a cat?!!!)

28.) My favorite blonde is Donnie, my yummy hero from What Witches Want.  He could fuck me any day.  All day.  Again, and again, and again, and….well, ya know.

29.) If I do anything well it’s obsess about sex.  Did I already say that?  I can’t remember.  Oh, well…

30.) I can’t help but feel righteous indignation about not much of anything.  I’m too busy obsessing about SEX.

31.) I usually cry when I’ve been drained by a psychic vampire.  Yeah, I’m an Empath.  I have to be careful around vamps.  Where’s the holy water when you need it?!!

32.) My advice to my nephew is follow your heart.  You thought I’d say “follow your cock,” didn’t you?  Hey, I’m trying to be good here!

33.) And by the way you can’t beat GREAT SEX.  Did I already say that?  Oh, well…

Now I’m off to do the work I was supposed to be doing before I got sidetracked by this meme.  That would be researching oral sex and great BJ techniques.  Alrightyyyyy!  *lusty smile*

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

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
laura@laurastamps.com
To see all my novel series:
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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*

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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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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*

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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*

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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.

“Alrightyyyyy!” I exclaim.  Hey, I’m always happy to see a steely dick on that man.  “You need to eat yogurt for dessert every night.”

He laughs, and the next thing I know he’s lifting the front of the I Love New York t-shirt I’m wearing.  Then he dips his head, and my right nipple disappears between his hot lips.

Alrightyyyyy!

“Let me make this easier for you,” I suggest, pulling off my t-shirt. 

See? I can be helpful.  *sex-obsessed grin*

“Hey,” he says, palming my breasts between his talented hands.  “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I never wear a bra in my office,” I reply, moaning when he rolls both of my nipples between his fingers.

“But you wore that shirt out to dinner,” he persists, stripping off his shirt and sweatpants.

Okay, Wes never wants me to leave the house without a bra on.  Boggles my mind, but that’s just the way he is.

“I did wear this shirt to dinner,” I agree.  “But I wore a sweatshirt over it so no one could tell I wasn’t wearing a bra.”  I nuzzle his neck.  “Besides, who knows what I’m wearing or not wearing under my clothes?”

Wes chuckles and leans down to suckle my breasts again.

“Let me make this easier for you,” I offer, pushing my now naked husband into my computer chair.  Then I climb into his lap.

See?  I can be helpful.  *horny grin*

“Much better,” he agrees.  In this position my nipples are almost level with his lips, and he definitely knows how to use those lips.  Yum!

“Damn, that feels good,” I moan, rubbing my pussy across his hard cock.  “I soooo wanna fuck you.”

Wes grins like the Alpha Impaler that he is and gives me several breast Os.  YOWZA!!! 

Have I mentioned how much I love oral sex in my computer chair?  Well, I do.

“Want me to lick you?” I ask after a while, as I float in orgasmic nirvana.

“You can try,” he replies, looking down at his dick.  “But it shrunk while you were sitting in my lap.”

I slide down between his knees and smile at his wilted cock.  “Not a problem.”

The minute I lick his delicious dick and swallow it to the root Wes starts moaning.  “Oh, yeah,” he whispers.  “That feels gooooood.”

A few minutes later he shouts his release, and I’m smiling like crazy.  “I discovered another sweet spot on your dick,” I say, licking my lips, incredibly proud of myself.  I mean, you know how fond I am of BJ research.

Wes exhales loudly and collapses back in the chair.  “That you did, darlin’.”

I give his shrinking cock a few more licks and then kiss it goodbye.

“It’s gotta be the testosterone shots,” he muses, closing his eyes.  “When I was in sales meetings this week I kept getting a hard-on.”

“Cool!”  Hey, works for me.

“I get horny thoughts all the time now, too,” he continues.

Even better!  “Welcome to my life,” I say, grinning lustily.

“Yeah, well, for the longest time I didn’t,” he explains.  “It’s nice to have a libido again.  Looks like getting a shot every three weeks instead of once a month is what works for me.”

This conversation made me so happy all I could do was jump in his lap, purr, and plaster myself against his gorgeous bod.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love testosterone?  Well, I do.  I’ve got a boatload of it myself, and I adore how it keeps me horny as hell 24/7.  

Of course, I’d wish the same for Wes.  Duh. *sex-obsessed grin*

Hey, who cares if the last time I gave him a shot in the arm I forgot and went too slow, and he screamed bloody murder.  It’s not like I’m a nurse or something.  Anyway, if it gives him horny thoughts and a dick as hard as a tree branch it’s totally worth it.  Just ask me. 

I mean, my opinion is the only one that counts right?  LMAO!!

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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.

So I told Wes he needed to service me orally after dinner. I mean, it’s the least he could do for canceling our frisky sex date, dontcha think?

The Super Bowl was on, and sure enough during halftime he comes into my office for some fun. We ended up in the bathroom, shedding our clothes like eager beavers. Well, my beaver was eager (duh!). But as usual, Wes needed some persuasion.

When he finally strips off my black silk cami, he snorts, “I can’t believe you’re wearing those silly things.”

Okay, I was wearing my nipple clip danglers. Hey, I like them!

“Do you wear them all the time?” he asks, looking at me like I’m insane.

“Pretty much,” I respond, shaking my breasts at him, so the stars dangling from the chains dance beneath my nipples. “I love them. They’re fun!”

He just shakes his head as he takes them off and lays them on the vanity. Then he pulls me to him and begins sucking, pinching, and licking my nipples like a starving man.

Alrightyyyyy!

“Does that feel better than those silly nipple clips?” he asks, looking up at me with a smug Alpha expression on his face.

Huh? Wes is in competition with my nipple clips? You’ve gotta be kidding me! On the other hand, this could be interesting if I play my cards right.

“I dunno,” I reply. “It’s hard to tell. I mean, you’ve only been at it for a couple of minutes. And you know how much I loooooooove my nipple jewelry.”

Wes growls and attacks my nipples again with gusto. He even chews on my neck, making werewolf sounds.

DAMNATION, that felt good! I had several Os and just screamed and screamed with pleasure. BTW, that’s my fav kind of party. An O party. Yeah!! *sex-obsessed grin*

And it was all because Wes wanted to prove to me that he could give me more pleasure than two pieces of kinky jewelry. Who knew? That’s what I get for marrying a highly competitive, college basketball star, I guess. Go figure. LOL

Anyway, after I’m totally satiated I push him against the sink. “Let me lick you,” I say.

This time he didn’t hesitate like he usually does. So I swallow him to the root, and he howls from start to finish.

“I guess that testosterone shot every 3 weeks is doing the trick,” he pants after I suck him dry.

“Wow, that was FUN!” I exclaim. Oh, how I love a hard dick! Whether it’s in my pussy or my mouth, it’s a totally yum experience. *lusty grin*

“I can’t believe how fast I got off,” he muses, pulling his t-shirt back on. “Must be the testosterone.”

And a little thing called being-in-competition-with-my-nipple-clips. LOL

He pulls me into his arms and gives my nipples one last sweet suck. “Plus, you always give great head, darlin’.”

“Thanks.” I pick up my nipple clips from the vanity where Wes dropped them and walk out the door, shaking my tiny ass at him for fun. I didn’t put the nipple jewelry back on in front of him because I need to plot my strategy.

Never in a million years would I have guessed the real reason Wes thinks my nipple jewelry is silly instead of sexy. It’s because he sees them as competition. Amazing. Well, the clips do an excellent job of keeping my nipples stimulated. No doubt about it. But nothing compares to Wes’s mouth and fingers on my nipples.

Yowza!

Of course, I’ll never tell him that. Nah, looks like a little competition might get me fucked more enthusiastically than usual. I mean, the Alpha Impaler can’t let two pieces of kinky jewelry do a better job of getting me off than he can, right?

Dontcha LOVE it? I do! *wicked grin*

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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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