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Latex Condoms & Ride ‘Em Cowgirl!

Laura — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 11:00:50 +0000

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

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

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

Alrightyyyy!

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
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Slip-Sliding Away with Astroglide

Laura — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 13:00:52 +0000

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

That means at this moment I’m agent-less and LOVING it! I’ve become the living version of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird.” Yeah, I’m free as a bird, and this slutty bird ain’t gonna change.

Alrightyyyy!

Besides, Kittyfeather Press is publishing my books again and doing a great job marketing and publicizing the new vamp series, so I really don’t need an agent right now. I’ve got two publishers, Kittyfeather Press and Magicomm Media. Plus, I’m slammed with book contracts through the next 5 years (which I had before I hooked up with my agent last summer).

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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Sex After 50. Yummmmmy!

Laura — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 13:00:13 +0000

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.

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
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Horny Thoughts & a Dick as Hard as a Tree Branch

Laura — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 13:00:11 +0000

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.

“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!!

Wes vs. My Nipple Clips. Who Knew?

Laura — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 13:00:05 +0000

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.

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*

Wes Meets Raoul. Yikes!!

Laura — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 13:00:39 +0000

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*

“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!!

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Laura Stamps
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(Witches, Shapeshifters, Vampires)
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One Prick-Teaser on the Loose…

Laura — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 13:00:02 +0000

It’s been freakin’ freezing in Columbia for six weeks now. Yeesh! We never have weather that cold for this long. Thankfully, the sun’s been shining most of the time, and the wind has been minimal.

Still, this is the worst allergy season of the year (pigweed, dog fennel, ragweed), so about 80% of the people in South Carolina are coming down with that nasty coughing cold Wes got. Fortunately, he’s recovering after seven miserable days. He’s still coughing a bit, but his sinuses are finally clearing up.

Last night when he came home he walked into my office to drop off my mail, and I could tell he was feeling much better. In fact, he was feeling so good he forgot for a moment he’s been sick. He turned and started toward me to give me a hug. Then he remembered and stopped in his tracks.

“You were about to give me a hug, weren’t you?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips so the low-riding sweats I’m wearing slide down below the top of my tiny black lace panties.

“Yeah,” he replies, his red, watery eyes darkening with lust.

“You wanna kiss me, dontcha?” I continue, wiggling my hips so the cut-off I LOVE NEW YORK t-shirt I’m wearing rides up to show my stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies, sniffling as he looks down at my stomach. “Aren’t you cold dressed like that?”

“Nah,” I reply, lifting my arms so about six inches of my stomach shows while I swing my hips slowly and seductively. “I work hard on my figure, so I like to show it off.”

“Mmmm,” Wes rumbles, licking his lips.

I turn a slow erotic circle in front of him. “You wanna fuck me, dontcha?” I tease, lowering my arms to run them across my braless breasts beneath the t-shirt.

“You know I do, darlin’,” he growls, giving me one of those horny Alpha Impaler looks.

“Get well by Sunday, and this is all yours,” I purr, running my hands down my hips to my pussy.

“Stop tormenting me,” he cranks, giving me a warning look before he stomps out of my office.

Okay, I’m laughing like crazy.

Hey, not my fault! Wes was sick for our last sex date. That means by the time Sunday gets here this slut will have gone 13 days with no sex.

HORRORS!

To make matters worse (yes, it gets worse), he got sick the day after I gave him his monthly testosterone shot. That means the man has had a full tank of testosterone for over a week, and I haven’t been able to take him for a test drive.

HORRORS!

One of my local friends is battling this same cold. He just texted me, and I told him Wes is finally recovering after seven days of this thing. Know what he said?

“Glad Wes is feeling better. Poor guy is going to be back in bed again when you get done with him (lol). Don’t wear him out. He’s still recovering. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost…”

What can I say? My friends know me too well.

Hope you have a wickedly naughty weekend. You know I will. I’ll tell you all about it next week.

Stay tuned… *sex-obsessed grin*

Wes Backpedaling….FAST!

Laura — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 15:09:59 +0000

Wes and I were on the way to the grocery store after lunch on Sunday when I got fed up with his cranky mood. I mean, the man had just spent three days in Santee playing great golf with his buddies. You’d think after a fun vacation he’d be in a relaxed, happy mood, right?

Wrong. He returned to Columbia on Saturday night a few hours after my booksigning. And all he’d done since then was complain about how tired he was.

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
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Shooting Wes in the Ass

Laura — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:28:51 +0000

Wes is going out of town on another golfing trip this weekend. That means he’ll be gone when I’m supposed to give him his second testosterone shot. So we decided to do it last night.

When Wes finishes up on computer after dinner, I ask, “Are you ready?”

“No,” he replies, grimacing. “I’m terrified.”

“Wimp,” I tease, as I follow him into the bathroom where he lays out the needles, syringe, cotton balls, alcohol, vial of testosterone, and my instructions.

“Where are you gonna do it?” he asks, as I pick up the syringe and screw off the needle.

“You know where I’m gonna do it,” I reply, rolling my eyes. “I’m shooting you in the ass. You’ve complained all month about how I messed up the first shot. You think I missed the muscle in your hip.” I grin wickedly. “No way I can miss a muscle as BIG as your ass cheek, ya know?”

Wes shivers. Guess I’m not putting his mind at ease. Gee, what a surprise. LOL

This time he helps me draw the testosterone into the syringe by holding the vial for me, which makes it sooooo much easier to handle than last time.

“Okay,” I say, flicking the syringe with my fingernail to get the last of the air bubbles out. “Drop your pants and bend over.”

“How are you gonna do this?” he asks for the millionth time, nervously tucking a strand of long blonde hair behind his ear.

I roll my eyes again. “The nurse said to draw and quarter your ass cheek and then…POW!…stab it right in the middle.”

Wes groans, pulls down his sweatpants, leans over, and places his hands on the wall.

“Right here,” I say, talking to myself as I poke the middle of his cheek with my finger.

“You’re making me crazy,” he cranks. “Do it already!”

And that’s exactly what I do. I wind up like I’m throwing a dart (not that I’ve EVER thrown a dart before, but I saw it once in a movie, so how hard can it be?). Then I stab him in the ass.

This is the second time I’ve given him a shot, so the fact that a thin needle can sink into human skin with no resistance whatsoever doesn’t freak me out as much as it did the first time. Still, it’s a Twilight-Zone experience. Like I’m stabbing a soft blob of ice cream.

“Ouch!” Wes screams.

“That didn’t hurt,” I say. “You’re such a wimp.”

“Just get it overwith,” he grumbles, starting to pant.

“Good thing I lift weights,” I muse. “It’s taking all my strength to get this stuff in you.”

The nurse warned me it would be difficult. Testosterone is very thick, and you really have to push hard to get it through a tiny needle.

“Are you finished yet?” Wes pants, sounding kinda desperate.

“Why are you panting?” I ask, pushing hard on the plunger to shove the hormone through the needle. “You act like you’re dying or something.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” he mumbles.

“Wimp,” I tease.

“How much longer?” he cranks.

“I’ve almost got 1 ml. in. One more to go.”

“Is that all?!” Wes exclaims, and then groans in frustration.

Finally, I get the entire 2 mls in. Then I pull out the needle, wipe the teeny-tiny puncture wound with a cotton ball, and slap a band-aid on his ass cheek.

“There you go,” I say. “All done.”

“Let me outta here,” Wes demands, looking kinda green. “I need to lie down.”

He pulls up his pants and hustles me out of the bathroom. A few minutes later I hear him in the kitchen rummaging through the refrigerator for a snack to help him “recover.”

That night, when he comes to bed, I curl up next to him and ask, “So….you feeling horny yet?”

“No!” he shouts, narrowing his eyes. “My ass hurts. I’ve probably got a big bruise from that shot.”

“Aww,” I purr. “I could kiss it and make it better….”

“Stay away from me,” he warns, chuckling as he bats my hands away from his dick. “You’ve done enough damage for one day.”

This morning I slept in, and Wes left before I woke up. He had an early meeting, so I texted him to see how he was doing. Hey, even though that was only the second shot I’ve given in my entire life I think I’m getting pretty good at it, ya know? Or at least now I know the drill. Literally. *wicked grin*

Anyway, when Wes answered my text he said he forgot all about the band-aid this morning, so he’s still wearing it.

See? No pain. No bruise. Yeah, this once-a-month-shot thing is gonna be a piece of cake.

But don’t tell Wes. The Big Bad Alpha might turn green and have to lie down. ROFL!!

Wild Bill Hickok Meets the Naughty Pussycat

Laura — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:11:19 +0000

Sunday afternoon I had a sex date with Wes. You know me. I was totally looking forward to it and READY to fuck! *horny grin*

But Wes had spent four days eating turkey sandwiches at his fav bar over the holidays. Of course, this wasn’t your normal turkey. Nah, this was one of those turkeys deep-fried in peanut oil, something people love to do down here in the Deep South (The Land of Strokes & High Blood Pressure). Oh, and he’d been drinking vodka with those sandwiches, too. Not what his A-Fib heart condition would consider the “ideal diet.” Not even close.

So Sunday afternoon his pulse was erratic. Gee, I’m shocked. Not!

“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!!!