This was the big sex toys convention Alex wanted us to go to this year, but our schedules were too hectic to attend. After Alex sent me the press release on Roxxxy, I’m thinking we missed more than we thought.

Here’s what makes Roxxxy so much more than your average blow-up sex doll. Roxxxy knows her name. She can carry on a conversation (Wow!). She has her own unique personality. She knows owner’s likes and dislikes. She can express love. She can feel her owner’s touch (Wow!). And she can have an orgasm (Wow!).

Are you sure she’s not real? LOL

Douglas Hines, the founder of True Companion, stated “Our sex robots are committed to pleasing their owner. This may involve having a nice discussion or engaging in an intimate encounter. They are fully anatomically correct just like a real person. We have electrical and robotics engineers, artists, fashion models, beauty and makeup professionals all working together to make our customer’s dream a reality.”

Looks like stock in Viagra is about to go up (lol). As Stepford-Wives as this sounds, I know there’s a good market out there for Roxxxy. I’ve met lots of single, divorced older men who are tired of playing the dating game and just want companionship and a good fuck without the hassle of a relationship. If they’ve got the cash, they can have Roxxxy.

But don’t worry, ladies. Roxxxy isn’t competition for us. On the contrary, I think she could be a blessing in disguise.

Really.

I mean, how many of us have moaned over the years that we’re so busy we need a “wife”? If she can carry on a conversation and is athletic enough to have sex then she can clean house for us, right?

And what about all those times when your hubby wants you to listen to his moaning and groaning about his day, his job, his life, his fav football team, etc.? Hey, Roxxxy can fill in for us there, too. Can you see where I’m going with this?

And just think. If Roxxxy is a hit, then True Companion will create a male sex robot. You know they will.

If they ask me, I think they should model him after one of those hunky male strippers like the guys with Chippendale’s or Thunder Down Under. Maybe they’ll name him “Raoul.”

Hmm. Wonder what his “tool” would look like? Wonder if all you have to do is press a button, and it pops up?

You can tell I’m pondering the important questions in life today… *kinky grin*

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

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

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

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

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

True.

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

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

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

Purrrrrrrrrr….!

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

Weird, I know.

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

True.

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

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal Sex Goddess
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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Ten minutes later I hear him walking up the stairs.

 “I thought you were still working in your office,” he says, when he enters the bedroom and sees me lying on the bed with the kitties.

“Nah,” I reply.  “I quit a few minutes ago.” 

I thought he was just coming up to use the bathroom, so I go back to reading my book.  Imagine how surprised I am when he gets in bed and spoons behind me.

“What are you doing?’ I ask, dropping the book when he wraps his arms around my waist. 

“I was looking for you,” he replies.  “I thought you might be mad at me.”

“Why?”  Okay, I’m totally clueless.

“Just in principle,” he replies, sighing and closing his eyes like he might fall asleep behind me.

“Oh,” I tease.  “Like sometimes you’re an Alpha asshole to me?”

“Something like that,” he chuckles.  “I should treat you better.”

True.

Wes snuggles some more and acts like he’s gonna snooze behind me, so I pick up my book.

Instead he leans up and pulls down the strap of the black silk cami I’m wearing.  My breast pops out, and he draws it into his mouth, making my nipple a verrrry happy camper.

I drop the book (hopefully, not on one of the cats) and moan, rolling over on my back as he pulls the cami down to my waist, freeing my other breast.

Suddenly, Wes is on top of me.  He weighs over 100 pounds more than I do, so my legs are pinned beneath him and my breasts are at his mercy, as he suckles and licks me like a hungry man.

Alrightyyyyy!

“I love sex,” I purr, after I groove on my first breast O.  “Oral sex, penetration sex, any sex.  I LOVE it!!!”

“I know you do, darlin’,” Wes replies, rolling my needy nipples between his talented fingers, propelling me toward another O.  Fast.

“Well, it’s true,” I moan.  “It’s just so wonderful, ya know?  When I’m fucking, nothing else matters except how goooooooood it feels.”

 Wes chuckles and devours my mouth in a passionate kiss.

 When he lets me come up for air, I say, “Ya know, this is one of my favorite self-servicing fantasies.”

 “It is?”

 “Yeah,” I continue.  “It’s the one where a hunky guy attacks me passionately for hot sex.  Like he can’t get enough of me.  It’s a wonderful thing to be wanted passionately.” 

Of course, I don’t tell him he never stars in that particular fantasy, because I’m the one always chasing him.  Nah, that’s a fantasy for some of my fav cybersex guys who chase me all day long.  *lusty grin*

Suddenly, Wes leans up and starts stripping off his clothes, flinging them to the floor.  When he’s totally nude, he crawls up my bod until his knees grip my shoulders. 

Wow, I have no idea what’s gotten into the man, but I like it!

“Take me,” he says, rubbing his cock against my lips.

Hey, you don’t have to ask me twice, ya know?  I devour him all the way to the root, and he makes a strangled sound like he just saw stars.  The head of his dick touches the back of my throat, and I swallow to take him even deeper while he slowly thrusts into my mouth. 

Then I feather my tongue at the base of his cock, moving all the way up to the head and then back down to that sensitive nerve at the root.

“Argh,” Wes moans.  “Darlin’, what you’re doing with your tongue is giving me plenty of fantasies.”

So I grab his ass with an iron grip, and deep-throat him with every thrust of his hips.  Two minutes later Wes shouts and floods my mouth with cum.  But I continue to feather my tongue around his dick, gripping his ass, holding him against my mouth until I’ve swallowed every last drop.

“Whew!” Wes exhales, collapsing beside me.  “That was mind-blowing.”

I smile and shrug.  “What can I say?  I love BJs.” 

Of course, I don’t tell him I’m always doing BJ research with my men friends and cybersex guys, asking them what they like best.  Not to mention some of the gay fans of my novels.  Hey, no one gives a better BJ than a gay man.  They’re the BJ Masters for sure, and the tips they’ve given me are priceless!  *kinky grin*

Usually, Wes is wasted after an O.  But suddenly he’s on top of me again, pinching and suckling my nipples, giving me two more Os.

Wow!

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, when my lips can move again. 

“Exhausted,” he replies.  “But I wanted to give you a few more Os.  You deserve it.”

Huh?  An Uber-Alpha man just said that to me?  Obviously, the Mothership has landed, and an alien has invaded my husband’s bod.  But I’m cool with that.  It’s kinda kinky when you think about it, and you know how much I looooove kink.   *naughty grin*

“You’re a sweet, pretty girl, and you give great head,” Wes continues, collapsing beside me to pull me into his arms and snuggle.

Wow!

Alien or not, who would’ve thought Wes, the man who runs from me 60% of the time, would end up making one of my sexual fantasies come true.

Obviously, wonders never cease in my house…  ;)  

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Laura Stamps (c)
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