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!

When I walked into the bedroom last Sunday for our sex date, Wes jumped me before I could even toss the lube and condoms on the nightstand.

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.”

As most of you know, my birthday was last Friday. On Wednesday I’d been working all day, cleaning up my email list. There’s a large group of people on my list who no longer open my email notifications, yet they won’t opt out either. So I went through every name (ugh!…took like 16 hours…yeah, it’s a large list), and I eliminated most of them. Totally worth it cause now my list is lean and trim. Yay!

When Wes came home that evening I took a break and went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner.

Let me back up for a minute. One of my hobbies is gardening. There are three flower gardens outside in my front yard (roses, lilies, morning glories, and azaleas). And I use two rooms in my house for my offices. My computer, office equipment, and several tables are in one room. The other room is for storage where I keep my book inventory, files, and packing materials for shipping book orders. There’s a large, sunny window in that room where I grow spinach in a container garden 365 days a year for the spinach and black olive pizzas I love to make every week.

Ten minutes later I’m standing at the counter in the kitchen, slicing olives and chopping fresh spinach leaves for an organic pizza. When Wes walks up behind me to get a glass of water, I stick my ass out and rub it against his cock. Of course.

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).

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.

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.

I can’t tell you how excited I was when I stopped by my post office box on Sunday and discovered the nipple jewelry I’d ordered from my “Laura’s Naughty Sex Shop” had arrived. YAY!

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I ordered two nipple clip danglers (one with pink hearts and one with blue stars). I’d planned to buy danglers for myself for my birthday last April, but somehow never did. Who knows why?

Anyway, now I have my own store. Alrightyyyyy! Plus, I spent hours and hours searching for and filling my store with cool kinky stuff I’ve used, read, worn, raved about on this blog, or would love to buy. Now you know why there are so many gorgeous nipple jewelry items in my store. Okay, I went a little crazy, but it was FUN!

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*

On January 9 at 11:00am the world’s first sex robot was unveiled at the “AVN Adult Entertainment Expo” in Vegas. No, I’m not kidding. Her name is “Roxxxy True Companion.”

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.

Really, I didn’t. LOL

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

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