Hope you had a fab Labor Day!
Mine was surprisingly wonderful. No, I’m not kidding. In fact I’m still kinda shocked about it. That’s because if you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know Wes has messed up every holiday this year for me. Yes, he has. And after the shitty mood he was in for his birthday dinner in August it’s safe to say I’m starting to dread any holiday.
However, Wes turned all that around on Monday night.
Here’s what happened. On the way home from working a Labor Day Sale at one of his customer’s stores he stopped off for Happy Hour at his fav bar.
Nothing new about that. Except instead of coming home cranky as hell (like he usual does) he arrived sweet-talking, amorous, and horny.
Huh?
I was late coming downstairs to make dinner, but Wes was in such a good mood I stopped and sat on the arm of his reclining chair to talk to him for a minute. Next thing I know he’s pulling down my cami and sucking my nipples.
Alrightyyyy!
Eager slut that I am, I slip my cami down to my waist and offer him both breasts. Of course.
Even better we’re in the living room with the lights on in front of the big picture window (GAWD, I love being an exhibitionist!).
“Such pretty nipples,” Wes murmurs, feasting on me. “I love sucking them.” He’s so enthusiastic he gives me several breast Os.
Alrightyyyy!
By then I’m writhing with pleasure. I roll over on top of him in the chair, and my hand goes for his dick. Of course.
“Are you hard?” I ask, not expecting him to be. He had a lot to drink, and that usually gives him VD (Vodka dick) rather than HD (Hard dick).
“Let’s see,” he replies, throwing back the blanket on his legs and clawing at the snap on his boxers.
“Oh, my,” I breathe, when he pulls out his rock hard shaft.
He stands and strips ASAP, tossing his clothes across the living room floor. The man is obviously an eager beaver for a BJ.
“Are you hard enough to fuck?” I ask, surprising him.
“I dunno,” he responds, stroking his dick. “Is that what you want?”
“Hell, yeah!” I exclaim. “You know I wanna fuck every day of the week.” Then I take off upstairs to the bedroom.
“Sounds good to me,” he agrees, racing after me.
On the way to the bedroom I stop by my bathroom and grab some condoms. I don’t need lube this time cause I used a KY Liquibead on Sunday, and one of those lasts for three days (Yessssss!). Is it any wonder I love them so much?
When we reach the bedroom, he grabs my clothes and yanks them down so fast they get tangled up on my hips. Damn, I love a horny man!
I roll the condom on him, jump on the bed, and spread. “Fuck me, baby,” I purr, flashing my dripping pussy at him.
Wes laughs. “You always say that,” he teases, as he jumps on me and sinks in deep.
OMG, that feels good!!
“I love kissing you while I’m fucking you,” he murmurs, kissing me passionately while he slams into me.
Damn, the man is verbal tonight. Who knew after 32 years of fucking he’d turn into such a sweet-talker? Yeah, I’m eating this up.
“I love seeing you naked,” he continues, thrusting into me like a jackhammer. “You’re so pretty. Especially when you’re naked.”
Alrightyyyy! Sweet-talk me, baby.
After he gives me several screaming Os, he rolls over on his back. Now I’m on top.
“Ride me, cowgirl,” he says, pinching my nipples. “I love playing with your nipples while you ride me.” Then he grabs me by the hips to surge up into me as I go down on his steely shaft. “I love watching your tits shake as you fuck me.”
Wes laughs like he’s having his own private party.
“I really love your tits,” he continues. “And your cute little ass, and your tiny hips, and your pretty face, and the way you look when you climax. Your expression is sooooo hot, darlin’.”
He stayed hard forever and let me ride him for an hour and a half. No, I’m not kidding. I rode him every way I could think of that felt good. I went from one O to the next until my legs were wobbly, and I could barely breathe.
Rarely do I get a chance to fuck for as long as I like. Hey, what can I say? I’m an insatiable slut. Duh. Plus, I work out every week so I have a lot of endurance. Plus, I’m limber as hell.
It was a totally awesome fuck. I even stretched out on top of him toward the end, just rubbing up and down. But in that position his hard dick hit my G-spot like a bull’s eye, driving me to even more Os.
“Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?” I pant. By then my lips are numb, and I can barely talk.
“Oh, yeah,” Wes replies, laughing cause he’s getting such a kick out of seeing me use and abuse his tool for as long as I can.
Like me, you’re probably as mystified about all of this as I am. Obviously, the Mothership landed on Labor Day, snatched up my cranky husband (who tends to run from me), and replaced him with this yummy horny alien.
All I can say is I hope the Mothership doesn’t return any time soon. I mean, I’ve got plans for this dude. *sex-obsessed grin*
Eventually, my legs start to tremble. “Can you finish this way?”
“I don’t think so,” Wes replies, smiling like crazy. “But, damn, it feels good.”
“Doesn’t it?” I purr. I really don’t wanna quit, but by then my thighs are exhausted. Amazingly, my pussy isn’t. It could have gone for a few more hours. I know. I’m such a slut. *wink*
Suddenly, Wes flips me over and pile-drives me to his finish.
YOWZA!
The next morning Wes said when the alarm went off he slammed the “Snooze” button (which he never does). When he finally got up, he said he felt like I’d beat the shit outta him. His body hurt all day and didn’t stop until that evening.
Who knows why?
I mean, I did most of the work, riding him like a stud horse. Duh. And I jumped out of bed the next morning ready to rock ‘n roll again. Okay, I’m a limber sex maniac.
“What happened to you?” I ask, when he tells me about his aches and pains at dinner the next night. “You were so amorous, sweet-talkin’, and horny. You’re never like that.”
“I think the Viagra from Sunday was still in my system,” he replies, taking a bite of lasagna.
“Maybe, but that’s never happened before.”
“And the testosterone,” he continues, stabbing his salad. “Gotta be that, too.” Then he grins wickedly at me and unzips his pants. His dick pops out hard as a rock.
“Damnation!” I shout, throwing my fork down. “Let’s do it again!”
“No way, darlin’. I can barely walk as it is.”
“Wus,” I tease.
“Tonight. Definitely.”
Oh, well, as those of you know who follow me on Facebook and Twitter I went to Target the next day with no adult supervision (an absolute necessity when it comes to this chick and Target). I bought a bunch of cool stuff, including big box of 36 of our fav Trojan Ultra Thin condoms, which were on sale for $13.29.
That’s 36 cents a fuck.
Alrightyyyy!
Now you know why Wes calls me a cheap date. Yeah, it doesn’t take much to make this slut happy. Duh!
xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
Paranormal Erotica Novelist
(HOT vampires, shapeshifters, witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
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(All Kindle & pdf ebooks are $1.99)
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Mine was surprisingly wonderful. No, I’m not kidding. In fact I’m still kinda shocked about it. That’s because if you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know Wes has messed up every holiday this year for me. Yes, he has. And after the shitty mood he was in for his birthday dinner in August it’s safe to say I’m starting to dread any holiday.
However, Wes turned all that around on Monday night.
Here’s what happened. On the way home from working a Labor Day Sale at one of his customer’s stores he stopped off for Happy Hour at his fav bar.
Nothing new about that. Except instead of coming home cranky as hell (like he usual does) he arrived sweet-talking, amorous, and horny.
Huh?
I was late coming downstairs to make dinner, but Wes was in such a good mood I stopped and sat on the arm of his reclining chair to talk to him for a minute. Next thing I know he’s pulling down my cami and sucking my nipples.
Alrightyyyy!
Eager slut that I am, I slip my cami down to my waist and offer him both breasts. Of course.
Even better we’re in the living room with the lights on in front of the big picture window (GAWD, I love being an exhibitionist!).
“Such pretty nipples,” Wes murmurs, feasting on me. “I love sucking them.” He’s so enthusiastic he gives me several breast Os.
Alrightyyyy!
By then I’m writhing with pleasure. I roll over on top of him in the chair, and my hand goes for his dick. Of course.
“Are you hard?” I ask, not expecting him to be. He had a lot to drink, and that usually gives him VD (Vodka dick) rather than HD (Hard dick).
“Let’s see,” he replies, throwing back the blanket on his legs and clawing at the snap on his boxers.
“Oh, my,” I breathe, when he pulls out his rock hard shaft.
He stands and strips ASAP, tossing his clothes across the living room floor. The man is obviously an eager beaver for a BJ.
“Are you hard enough to fuck?” I ask, surprising him.
“I dunno,” he responds, stroking his dick. “Is that what you want?”
“Hell, yeah!” I exclaim. “You know I wanna fuck every day of the week.” Then I take off upstairs to the bedroom.
“Sounds good to me,” he agrees, racing after me.
On the way to the bedroom I stop by my bathroom and grab some condoms. I don’t need lube this time cause I used a KY Liquibead on Sunday, and one of those lasts for three days (Yessssss!). Is it any wonder I love them so much?
When we reach the bedroom, he grabs my clothes and yanks them down so fast they get tangled up on my hips. Damn, I love a horny man!
I roll the condom on him, jump on the bed, and spread. “Fuck me, baby,” I purr, flashing my dripping pussy at him.
Wes laughs. “You always say that,” he teases, as he jumps on me and sinks in deep.
OMG, that feels good!!
“I love kissing you while I’m fucking you,” he murmurs, kissing me passionately while he slams into me.
Damn, the man is verbal tonight. Who knew after 32 years of fucking he’d turn into such a sweet-talker? Yeah, I’m eating this up.
“I love seeing you naked,” he continues, thrusting into me like a jackhammer. “You’re so pretty. Especially when you’re naked.”
Alrightyyyy! Sweet-talk me, baby.
After he gives me several screaming Os, he rolls over on his back. Now I’m on top.
“Ride me, cowgirl,” he says, pinching my nipples. “I love playing with your nipples while you ride me.” Then he grabs me by the hips to surge up into me as I go down on his steely shaft. “I love watching your tits shake as you fuck me.”
Wes laughs like he’s having his own private party.
“I really love your tits,” he continues. “And your cute little ass, and your tiny hips, and your pretty face, and the way you look when you climax. Your expression is sooooo hot, darlin’.”
He stayed hard forever and let me ride him for an hour and a half. No, I’m not kidding. I rode him every way I could think of that felt good. I went from one O to the next until my legs were wobbly, and I could barely breathe.
Rarely do I get a chance to fuck for as long as I like. Hey, what can I say? I’m an insatiable slut. Duh. Plus, I work out every week so I have a lot of endurance. Plus, I’m limber as hell.
It was a totally awesome fuck. I even stretched out on top of him toward the end, just rubbing up and down. But in that position his hard dick hit my G-spot like a bull’s eye, driving me to even more Os.
“Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?” I pant. By then my lips are numb, and I can barely talk.
“Oh, yeah,” Wes replies, laughing cause he’s getting such a kick out of seeing me use and abuse his tool for as long as I can.
Like me, you’re probably as mystified about all of this as I am. Obviously, the Mothership landed on Labor Day, snatched up my cranky husband (who tends to run from me), and replaced him with this yummy horny alien.
All I can say is I hope the Mothership doesn’t return any time soon. I mean, I’ve got plans for this dude. *sex-obsessed grin*
Eventually, my legs start to tremble. “Can you finish this way?”
“I don’t think so,” Wes replies, smiling like crazy. “But, damn, it feels good.”
“Doesn’t it?” I purr. I really don’t wanna quit, but by then my thighs are exhausted. Amazingly, my pussy isn’t. It could have gone for a few more hours. I know. I’m such a slut. *wink*
Suddenly, Wes flips me over and pile-drives me to his finish.
YOWZA!
The next morning Wes said when the alarm went off he slammed the “Snooze” button (which he never does). When he finally got up, he said he felt like I’d beat the shit outta him. His body hurt all day and didn’t stop until that evening.
Who knows why?
I mean, I did most of the work, riding him like a stud horse. Duh. And I jumped out of bed the next morning ready to rock ‘n roll again. Okay, I’m a limber sex maniac.
“What happened to you?” I ask, when he tells me about his aches and pains at dinner the next night. “You were so amorous, sweet-talkin’, and horny. You’re never like that.”
“I think the Viagra from Sunday was still in my system,” he replies, taking a bite of lasagna.
“Maybe, but that’s never happened before.”
“And the testosterone,” he continues, stabbing his salad. “Gotta be that, too.” Then he grins wickedly at me and unzips his pants. His dick pops out hard as a rock.
“Damnation!” I shout, throwing my fork down. “Let’s do it again!”
“No way, darlin’. I can barely walk as it is.”
“Wus,” I tease.
“Tonight. Definitely.”
Oh, well, as those of you know who follow me on Facebook and Twitter I went to Target the next day with no adult supervision (an absolute necessity when it comes to this chick and Target). I bought a bunch of cool stuff, including big box of 36 of our fav Trojan Ultra Thin condoms, which were on sale for $13.29.
That’s 36 cents a fuck.
Alrightyyyy!
Now you know why Wes calls me a cheap date. Yeah, it doesn’t take much to make this slut happy. Duh!
xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
Paranormal Erotica Novelist
(HOT vampires, shapeshifters, witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
(All Kindle & pdf ebooks are $1.99)
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.erotica-laurastamps.blogspot.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch
Rode hard and put away wet! That's what I'm talkin' bout girl. Fabulous as always, Laura.
ReplyDeleteWOW!!! I hope my hubby and I can still get wild when like that in a few years, lol.( He's 53 now but I am only 38)
ReplyDeleteLOL Laura that was a fabulous night... ALMOST makes me wish I liked sex more! LO
ReplyDeleteOK the Viagra could explain the hard fella, but not the sweet talking. Damn... he needs to give my hubs some hints for the verbal side! He done GOOD! :-)
ReplyDelete((Vixhen)) Thx, gf! Glad you enjoyed my post!! Yeah, I rode him hard again on our sex date that Sunday. And he hobbled around again the next day. I have to say he is turning out to be an EXCELLENT stud horse. *falls over laughing*
ReplyDelete((LuvTwilight)) I think as long as you shoot the old guys up with testosterone and Viagra, you can get a lot of mileage outta them. I fully intend for my wild sex life to continue for as long as the man is alive. Which means I have to be careful not to kill him with sex. Always the challenge for this slut. lmao!
((Melissa)) HORRORS! You don't like sex? We need to talk, gf!! lol
((Heather)) I know! He was a sweetheart again on Saturday with his sweet talkin' and fab mood. Did all kinds of housecleaning for me on Sunday morning while I was asleep which he NEVER does. No doubt about it. The Mothership has landed. lmao!!!
I'm wicked excited for you!!! Everyone needs a visit from the mothership every once in a while. I usually love the sweet talk too, never turn that down!! Props to Wes this week!!!
ReplyDeleteGo Wes!!! He needs to have a talk with David about the sweet talking stuff...oh but hey David is in Afghanistan and you know what he is buying? They are little and blue.He said he was eating out very cheaply so he'd have extra money to stock pile.....I better get some extra rest....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ashley!!! Yeah, I'm a huge fan of the Mothership!! lmao
ReplyDeleteWow, Carol! Lucky woman!!! Wes is thinking about gettng some free samples of Cialis onine coz that one lasts for 2 days & he really needs that kind of staying power being married to an insatiable slut like me. *sex-obsessed grin*
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