Just a quick post to say that I've just recieved a great review for One Wild Weekend! Here's the link. If you haven't read the story, here's an excerpt, too!
The waiter disappeared and Mimi leaned in conspiratorially. “How’s the sex?”
Bobby nearly choked on her water. “What?”
“The sex.” Mimi rolled her eyes. “You know, when a man puts his pee-pee in the woman’s hoo-haa? Or maybe even her boom-boom.”
Bobby snorted a laugh. “Nut.”
“I’d hope he has two.”
She sighed and leaned in too. “To be honest, the bedroom doesn’t see much action these days. Either I’m too tired, or Chris is, or we’ve been fighting.”
Mimi nodded, then sat up again. “There’s your problem.”
“The fighting?”
“The lack of sex.”
Bobby could feel herself colour. She was no prude, but discussing such things with her assistant—no matter how well they got on—and in public, was not her idea of a fun time.
“When was the last time you two did it?”
“Uh…” Her mind rolled back to the aborted handjob that morning. That had been the most action she’d seen in too long a time. "Couple of weeks. Maybe a month.”
Mimi’s eyes went wide. “Seriously? You have a hottie like Chris living in your house, and you aren’t throwing him down every chance you get?”
“Like I said, Mimi, w—”
“Bullcrap.”
“What?”
“You heard. You ain’t my boss when we’re at lunch so I can call BS when I need to.”
“Bullcrap is BC, not BS.” Bobby grinned. “Go on then, read me my rights.”
“Sex is vital in a relationship, honey. It affirms your love, shows devotion, and it feels good.” Mimi winked. “I was having the same problem with Steve, so we decided to put in some real effort, and it really worked. One night I came home to find him lying naked on the couch, hard as a rock and pouring honey on his chest.”
“Whoa!” Bobby held up her hands. “More than I needed to know, Mimi. And Steve? As in the guy you’re no longer with?”
“That wasn’t because of the sex—that was because I found I wasn’t the only one licking honey off his nipples.”
The conversation halted abruptly as the waiter appeared. Bobby looked down at her green salad and wished she’d paid attention when Mimi ordered hers. “I guess Chris does want to try a few things.” She sighed.
“After a day at work, though, all I want to do most nights is sleep.”
“Got any holidays you haven’t taken?” Mimi gestured with half a stick of celery.
“You’re always forgetting to use them.”
“Well, yeah, bu—”
“Take tomorrow off. Fridays are always slow. If you can get Monday too, that’s four days to
fuck like bunnies.” She bit the celery in half. “I guarantee by the time you go back to work, you won’t be making excuses about tiredness. Chris’ll be fighting you off with a stick.”
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Thanks!
JC
