Pre-birthday festivities begin with pinches

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From allegedly ruining the coffee-brewing process, to being groped and pinched

I had a bizarre set of events occur at work today. I will get to that in a bit. Today was a bit rare in that I went out with my guy and another colleague for lunch. My guy and I rarely have lunch together these days, as he is often on the road and I tend to have lunch at home.

I drove us to a Mexican place. We sat there and had a great conversation. I offered to drive us to and from the establishment.

When we had finished eating, my guy was nice to take my empty tray and return it to the garbage area. I told him that I truly appreciated his kindness. He is a gentleman.

At the office, I decided to get some hot water for my tea. We have a hot water spout that is connected to our coffee maker in our communal kitchen. I am purely a tea drinker. I did my usual and got hot water using the spout.

A colleague noticed what I was doing and said that I was "ruining" his pot of coffee. I had no idea that one couldn't use the hot water spout while a fresh pot of coffee was being brewed, although both the coffee and my hot water seem to be working fine. I also don't drink coffee, so I didn't know that there were two minutes left in the brewing life cycle.

I apologized. It was a lose-lose situation. My colleague snapped by that I wasn't "sorry enough," as I continued to fill my mug up with hot water. He literally expected me to wait until his coffee had finished brewing, even though I had already ruined it. He didn't have to make a huge issue out of it, especially when he said that, "Next time, I will stand there."

So, I went back to my desk and shared this experience with my colleagues. I don't understand how irritable folks can get over coffee, especially at work.

My guy likes playing the role of saving a damsel in distress. I do like seeing this side of him.

I went back into the kitchen at around 17:30 and we chatted.

"Let's see if any coffee is brewing," he teased.
"I'm not here to get any more hot water," I confessed. "I'm just here to wash my mug, but I need to find some paper towel."

I eventually found a cupboard with paper towel. My guy came swooping in.

"Let me," he said, grabbing a roll out of the plastic wrapping and putting it on the holder.
"Thanks," I said.
"See, I do nice things for you," he teased.
"I never said that you don't!"

I started washing my mug. He came over to me and pinched my left buttock. It completely drove me wild.

"Tonight or Friday?" I asked him, referring to some quality time in the treehouse.
"Friday," he said. He had to drive a client to the airport today.
"I wish it were Friday today," I admitted boldly. He groped my right buttock, which I loved.
"Let me know when you're leaving work today," he whispered in my ear. "We can find an empty elevator."
"I'd like when we're in the elevator together," I confessed. 
"Me, too," he nodded in agreement.

Roughly half an hour later, I said goodbye to my colleagues. My guy followed me to the elevators. There was another colleague waiting. I decided to let him in and waited for my guy. He went into the washroom.

Another elevator was available. I got in. My guy got in, too. I smiled and pressed the ground floor button. The doors closed.

I draped my arms around his shoulders. Our lips met. We kissed. We French kissed. He pressed his body against mind. I could feel how hard he was. His hands meandered to my buttocks. He groped them simultaneously as we continued to kiss. Our elevator ride was nearly over. We managed to unpucker.

"I am incredibly turned on," I said, with a huge smile on my face.
"Me, too." he said quietly. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," I said, walking out of the elevator, horny, but content.

Banter, compliments, birthday planning, and the treehouse

My guy and I had a new set of conversations today, all filled with sexual innuendos. Although he has never told me that he appreciates that I can keep up with him on this front and can dish out some of my own, I could tell that he was enjoying the banter today.

A colleague has asked me what a three-legged race was. It was a part of the activities list for the upcoming company picnic. I explained that you have a partner, you each put a leg next to each other and you tie them up. So, you have three legs between the two people. The objective is to walk as quickly as possible together from the starting line to the finish line.

My guy couldn't help but chime in.

"Being tied up like that isn't bad," he said sheepishly.
"That's too much information," I said, playing the I'm-shocked-but-not-really card.
"What?" he looked up at me as I was standing in my cubicle, looking at him.
"You just want to either be close to your loved one or you're weighing her down like an anchor," I joked.

I recall making a joke about his personal three-legged race, which got my guy to laugh hysterically. Later in the day, he made the same reference, which meant that he had liked my original joke.

He does say sweet things to me. He often refers to me as his angel. Today, he told me that I looked good.

"I am here all week," he confided. He tends to work from home twice a week, similar to my setup. "Will I see you on Wednesday?"
"Yes," I said. "Friday, too."
"I hope that I can squeeze in some time to meet in the treehouse," he stated, which indicated to me that he had missed me over the weekend.
"I would like that," I replied.

Our boss came over to tell my guy that he had got our boss in trouble. My guy hadn't filled out his timesheet for months until now. Our boss got in trouble by the timesheet manager for not following up. Anyway, when our boss had walked away, my guy and I continued to talk.

"See, I seem to get other people in trouble," my guy admitted.
"I know. What are we going to do with you?" I asked him rhetorically.
"The key question is what are you going to do to me?" he said with a huge grin on his face.
"Just wait and see," I hinted.

Speaking of hinting, my guy teased me some more.

"You're off on vacation next week on your birthday," he said, in a thoughtful state of mind.
"Am I going to get spanked?" I asked him, like an excited little girl.
"Of course," he replied calmly.
"Maybe the festivities can start a little early," I hinted.
"They can," he pondered.

He still hasn't told me what my birthday spanking will consist of. However, it makes me happy anticipating getting a sound spanking from him.

We left work together. We talked about our rollerbag computer bags. I just replaced my twelve-year-old one with a purple one. He liked mine. He needs a new one.

We got into an empty elevator. I pressed the ground floor button. The doors closed. He came up to me and held my arm. Our lips locked. We kissed as the elevator continued its descent. I caressed his head as we passionately kissed. It was wonderful. We finally unpuckered. He took a small staggered step back. It was quite the kiss.

We ended on this parting note.

"I can't wait to get you back into the treehouse," he said.
"I can't wait to revisit it."

I am due for a spanking. I have a feeling that he is planning a pre-birthday spanking. I welcome it.

What a low-cut, fitted top and a black bra can do for a girl

My guy has been back from his business trip to Bangkok for a couple of days now. It was nice to see him again in the office.

I had asked how he was while he had a huge mouthful of food. It was fun teasing him. It's the only time in which he keeps quiet. Of course, he tried teasing me back.

I had a phone interview with a potential candidate to join our team at work. Unfortunately, this person cannot send me any samples of his work due to a nondisclosure agreement that he had signed. My guy said that I enjoy shooting people down because I am a self-professed picky person, which made me shake my head.

At work, it is more difficult for my guy to come over to my desk, to massage my neck or briefly grope my breast. He tried on two separate occasions, only two have colleagues stop by and chat with us.

I could tell throughout the afternoon that my guy was looking at me with his I-want-you stare. When we were both standing up in our cubicles, his eyes occasionally looked down at my lower-cut t-shirt that I had on.

He had made a joke about having a "quickie" when talking about his brief two-day trip to Bangkok. Another colleague had picked up what he had hinted at, but my guy played the innocent boy part, which we all knew was unconvincing.

At 18:00, I decided to pack up. I engaged my guy in a bit of a conversation. He got his coffee mug and we both headed into the kitchen. As soon as the door had closed, we both faced each other.

"You look good," he complimented. "Do you wanna meet at our usual place?"
"Sure," I said. "For a quickie."

He smiled and then swatted my left buttock. I was turned on.

We met at our usual spot. I had arrived there a bit sooner than he did. I got into the backseat of his car and called it the treehouse. I felt like I was climbing into one. It was our own little world. He liked that nickname.

"I love what you are wearing," he confided. "I love your fitted top. I can see your black bra through the gap between the buttons."

His fingers immediately went to unbutton my top. He told me that he absolutely loved the sight of my wearing a black bra.

We kissed. We kissed a lot. It's our usual routine, which we both enjoy. He has a way of using his full lips to grip my bottom lip. He is a wonderful kisser.

He tenderly groped my right breast, eventually taking it out of my bra to play with my nipple. It didn't take much for the nipple to become erect. He did something different. He pinched my nipple hard. I didn't know what to make of it at first, but it did turn me on. You could tell that I was aroused by how passionately I was kissing him.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I pulled down both my panties and jeans. He played with my pussy. I was on my back. He was kind to ask if I was comfortable. I was. I asked if he was okay and he was.

He played with my pussy. He told me that he had missed it. I had to remind him of the new nickname that he had given my pussy last week. Soon, he was also fingering my butt and calling me his whore. I loved it. I eventually came and ended up limp in his arms.

He held me in a lovingly way afterward. He told me to relax and enjoy the moment. We talked about the nipple-pinching. It took a bit of time for me to process what had happened. I didn't mind the pinching. He thought that since I liked my bottom smacked and pinched that it would make sense that I may like my nipple pinched.

He playfully tickled me. I tenderly played with his chest, which I find highly sexy. Sometimes, I think that he is surprised that I get aroused touching his chest and playing with his chest hair. He appreciates that I do, though. He playfully spanked my right buttock.

After I had recovered from being pleasured, he looked again at my black bra contrasting my skin and immediately lowered his pants and underwear. His cock was hard. Without hesitation, I began giving him a handjob.

"I love looking at your perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around my cock," he said.
"I am glad that you let me do this to you," I said, which got him immediately excited.
"I didn't get a massage in Bangkok because no one can make me feel so good like you do," he admitted, which made me smile.

He told me to suck on his erect penis. I sucked on its head as if it were a popsicle. I then went to lick the length of his hard cock before working it in my mouth.

I am still a novice at blowjobs, but I find that I gag now and again. He was so aroused that he tried to shove as much of his cock down my throat. He liked the look of it in my mouth, often sweeping my hair away from my face so he could get a better view.

He then ordered me to pull his cock out of my mouth and to kiss him. I obeyed. We kissed as I went back to giving him a handjob.

His kiss was not only passionate, but strong. There was an intensity to it that I had never felt before until today. He was so aroused. It showed when he finally ejaculated. He had quite the release. I was flattered. He felt good. I could sure tell.

"You are so special," he told me. "I love being with you in our treehouse."
"You're not so bad yourself," I said, hugging him tightly.

We spent a bit of time looking at his travel pictures on his cell phone. We share an interest in photos. It's incredible what you learn about your partner after sex.

Pet names for private parts

Fairly early in our relationship, my guy referred to his penis as him or he. I found it rather strange and asked whether he had a name. He didn't.

So, a good week later, I came up with a name for his penis, which my guy liked. To this day, we use this pet name for his cock. It's nice. It's like a secret code name that only we understand.

Last week, he told me that he loved my pussy. I said that she loved him, too. Naturally, it didn't have a name. So, he gave her one. We now have pet names for our private parts.

I haven't asked whether he would like to name my backside. We'll see whether that flies.

Being spanked in a wheelbarrow position... how intriguing!

I have been intrigued by being spanked in a wheelbarrow position, which I saw on Cherry Red Report's recent blog posting.

I have watched the free video on how she is spanked in this position. I love how the spanker methodically spanks each cheek. It turns me on that he gropes and pinches her backside. I have a feeling that it is a position in which I would like to try with my guy.

My guy would probably go a step further. After spanking, groping, and pinching my bare backside, he would finger and pleasure me afterwards.

I will need to discuss this new scenario. After all, he is still planning my birthday spanking. He won't tell me what is in store for me. He has only hinted that my backside will be various shades of red.

Passionate kissing, fingering, and jerking off on a Friday

Yesterday, I went to an all-female luncheon with a bunch of colleagues. It was at a local buffet. I can't shovel down food as much as I used to. It's good. I'm glad I didn't, for being sluggish when you want to be intimate with your guy isn't exactly hot.

My guy and I had quite the chatting session going on at work in the afternoon. He thinks that I am funny. I do have a twisted sense of humour. I am the office clown, which balances my serious work ethic.

At the luncheon, the human resources woman asked our new colleague what she thought of me. I joked that I shouldn't hear the feedback. My new colleague said that I am good at explaining things to her and that she appreciates my responses. I told her that I didn't even pay her to say such niceties.

In the office, I thanked our new colleague for the kind words. My guy had to chime in when I said that I rarely hear good things from folks about my work.

"Nobody has told you that you do great work?" he questioned.
"Not to my face," I pointed out. "They do behind my back."
"Well, we'll have to change that. Let's start now by saying that you're wearing a lovely green, short-sleeved t-shirt."

My guy makes me smile. I was standing up when we were talking. He blew me a kiss. He is sweet.

We left work at 18:00. He is off to Bangkok on business all next week. We talked about what he was going to there while we waited for the elevator.

We got in an empty elevator. He stood next to me. The doors closed. He lightly pushed me up against one of the walls. He wrapped his arms around me and planted quite the sensual kiss. I couldn't help but to put my arms around his upper back and continue kissing him. It was such a passionate moment. When we got to the ground floor, we unlocked lips.

"Wow, that was amazing," I said. He nodded in agreement.
"Do you want to make out?" he asked me.
"Sure, if you have time," I said.

We both drove to our regular spot. We got into his car's backseat. He held my hand. I squeezed it. Our lips locked once again.

"I have missed those lips of yours," he said. "They are so soft and smooth. You are killing me!"

I normally have my right hand either caressing his neck or head, or touching his chest. I actually did all three. When my hand got to his chest, while we were kissing, I unbuttoned one button on his short-sleeved shirt and placed my hand under it. I loved tenderly touching his hairy chest. I have never initiated such a move before. I could tell that he liked it. He unfastened a few more buttons. I continued to touch his chest.

We kissed for a long time, which is pretty standard for us. His hand briefly fondled my right breast. He then quietly asked if he could touch me. I was incredibly game.

"I love touching your pussy," he said, skillfully fingering it. "It's so wet."

He fingered my pussy and my butthole simultaneously. It felt good.

"You like it when I finger your pussy and asshole, don't you?" he asked, rhetorically. "You're just a slut."
"Yes, I am," I responded, feeling really good.

I eventually came. I rested my head on his chest after and thanked him.

"I have never been so turned on anyone's chest but yours in my life," I said. He chuckled and continued to hug me.

We kissed some more. I kissed his cheek and chin briefly, before I went back to his full lips. My hand went back to touching his chest, which slowly made its way down to his crotch. I found his penis. It was incredibly erect. I moaned.

He unbuckled his belt, took his slacks off, and pulled out his hard cock. I wrapped my manicured fingers around it. He looked down and was so turned on. I worked diligently on giving him a handjob. We continued kissing. He came on my hand. I love the warmth of his semen on my hand.

My guy is quite the gentleman. He always wipes me off first with paper towel before he wipes himself.

We talked for quite a bit.

"What would you like me to bring back from Bangkok for you?" he asked me.
"A massage," I joked. He had teased me in the past that he was going there for a massage. "It's thoughtful of you to think of getting me a present."
"No girl in Bangkok can make me feel as good as when I am with you," he said rather smoothly. "I love being with you."
"I enjoy hanging out with you," I said, resting my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of mine.
"How about knuckles?" he asked me.
"What?" I asked him.
"I can get you brass knuckles," he said calmly.
"Do you want to see me beat up someone?" I asked, which made him laugh.

He is sweet and thoughtful.

"I will miss you," I said, with my usual frankness.
"It's only for a week," he pointed out.
"I know, unlike the four weeks that you were away."
"I know," he nodded while holding me.
"That four weeks wasn't as bad for me than the three weeks that you were away. I am not sure why."
"Maybe you're getting used to my travel schedule," he observed.
"I don't know if I can ever get used to it. Your time away didn't hurt as much as it used to."

We embraced for quite some time. I couldn't help but kiss him. We hugged one last time before we went our separate ways. I will miss him, but I know that I am loved. He knows that he is loved right back.

As for being spanked by him, my birthday is in two weeks. He is planning how to administer my birthday spanking, which is one reason why I haven't been spanked much these days. He is making me wait in anticipation. It kills me, but I am sure that the wait will be worth it.

Why I love sucking cock - the challenge!

I would have never predicted that I would be writing about why I love sucking cock. It is quite the topic for me to write about, but I am up (pun intended) for the challenge. This post has been brought to you by Spanky's fine post to all Cock-Worshipping Subs.

I am new to the art of giving a blowjob. I only started several months ago.

When I was married, I didn't feel inclined to give my now ex-husband a blowjob. It was mostly because he wasn't exactly the most hygienic guy that I knew. I never liked the fact that he could go a few days without taking a shower. As our marriage rolled on, my love for him diminished. In a nutshell, he had a lot of demons and his priorities came first most of the time. Mine often took a backseat.

My first cock-sucking experience was with my guy. After being punished with a crop that he had bought exclusively to use on me, at one point, he asked me to kiss the head of his cock. Not only did I kiss it, but I put it in my mouth. I loved how soft and smooth his penis was when I had first kissed it. I couldn't help but be curious about what it was like to have his cock expand in my mouth. It was a good introduction and experience for me. My guy was so sweet and patient with me. I also enjoyed sucking him while I was on my back and he was on top of me.

Over the months, I have had a lot of practice sucking and pleasing him. I love playing with his balls. I want to suck and lick them one of these days. I am curious. I am also eager to please.

I enjoy the role-playing that we do. Whenever I give him a blowjob, he likes calling me a slut and a whore. I get aroused when he does, too. It's mostly because I am truly a goody-goody, which would perhaps explain why I enjoy being spanked and called names in the bedroom. I qualify his name-calling by saying that I am his exclusive sex slave, waiting to satisfy every sexual need that he has and demands from me. It turns him on immensely.

As of late, we have been experimenting by having me suck and jerk him off. I love switching between the two. He often looks at my manicured nails wrapped around his erect penis and gets incredibly turned on. I like when he tells me that he likes when my tongue licks the length of his hard cock. It's as if I were licking a popsicle. He is just that yummy.

One of my favourite brief conversations with him was as follows:

"I love it when you suck me," he said, with his eyes closed, enjoying what I was doing to him.
"I love it when you let me," I replied, obviously pulling out his erect member to talk before going back to work. Needless to say, he came shortly thereafter.

So, that's it from this novice cock-sucking girl. I love the pleasure that both my guy and I derive from my giving him a blowjob. I feel like I have accomplished something wonderful when he comes after all the hard work I have done sucking, licking, and playing with his erect penis. I get horny when he playfully scolds me. I enjoy when he grabs my hair in our role-playing and tries to get me to suck all of him in my mouth. It's hot. He has told me that it turns him on to see his penis in my mouth. I get turned one giving him a blowjob, especially with a sore, red bottom from being spanked by him.

Ear infection and wanting to be spanked in an elevator

For the past few days, I have been battling an ear infection. My hearing is muffled, but it only affects my left ear. I spent most of the morning at the doctor's office. I am on antibiotics for the next week. Here's hoping that my ear drains soon.

Yesterday, I went to work. I got to see my guy. We talked for quite a bit.

My guy and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to seeing the glass being half empty (him) or half full (me), as the saying goes. We both agreed that it's almost better to have lower expectations about something, so you don't get as disappointed. That happened to me a few months ago. He had never seen me so down in spirits.

I told him that he did the sweetest thing that day by taking the elevator down to the basement. We got off the elevator and he hugged me. He told me that everything would be okay. I felt safe and reassured. I melted in his arms. I felt comforted.

Yesterday, I thanked him. I was a bit late, but I felt obligated. I told him that I have fond memories of being with him in various elevators. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

I find being in an elevator to be a turn-on for me. My guy and I often hug and kiss in one when we are together -- just the two of us in the elevator. We have thought about trying to stop the elevator so we can just make out, but the elevators at our workplace don't have that capability unless we are truly trapped.

My guy gropes me from time to time when we're taking the elevator. I find it highly stimulating.

Courtesy: Top Yaps

I often fantasize about being bent over in an elevator, having my skirt lifted up, my panties taken down, and being spanked. I love the idea of being trapped in an elevator and having no place to escape from a hard, well-deserved spanking.

One of these days, we'll need to find an elevator that we can temporarily stall. In the meantime, I do enjoy making out in one. We did that yesterday. We hugged and kissed. Too bad we don't work on the 65th floor.

Jerking and sucking - a nice way to kick off the weekend!

Friday. The day couldn't have arrived any sooner.

I spent some decent time at work this afternoon talking to my guy. He looked at me longingly at one point and told me that I have a nice smile. It isn't the first time that he has mentioned it. Today, it was wonderful to hear.

Towards the end of the day, he told me that he was going to do some work. Yes, he was attempting to do work at 17:30 on a Friday evening. I told him that he was crazy.

"Yes, I am going to do some work. I have 1.5 hours left."
"I was going to suggest something else, but you're in work mode," I said.
"You're making me feel guilty," he admitted. "Should I feel this way?"
"I don't know," I said, testing the waters.
"How about we compromise and I work till 18:00," he said.
"Okay," I replied.

Sure enough, we left work at 18:00, as promised. He asked me about why I didn't like hearing my recorded voice. We got into an empty elevator. I started to explain why I can't bear to hear my recorded voice. He came up to me. I couldn't help but to wrap one hand around him, cradling the back of his neck with my right hand, and touching his sexy chest with my left. He hugged me with one hand and grabbed my right buttock with his other hand. We locked in a passionate kiss.

"We'll talk later," he said after our kiss, which made me smile.

The floor was wet on the main floor. My stride is a lot better these days. I felt more confident walking across it. My pinched nerve is slowly regenerating, but I am making huge progress.

We drove to our usual hangout. We parked. We got into the backseat of his roomy car.

We held hands. He told me that I was cute and funny. He loved my smile. He thought that my chin was adorable. He loved how my new haircut framed my face nicely. He loved my body. I was getting a bit embarrassed and rested my head on his stomach briefly, before I went ahead and kissed him.

We kissed a lot. His hand moved down to my breasts. He cupped them. He played with my nipples. We continued to French kiss. I love kissing him. The feeling is mutual, thankfully!

That time of the month for me was nearing an end, but I was still off limits. I apologized to him. He was okay, especially when I said that I could focus on him more.

He pulled down his corduroy pants and grey underwear. He pulled out his erect cock. I held it and started working methodically to jerk him off.

We like role-playing where I am a slave to his sexual needs and he tells me how I need to please him. We experimented today.

"I want you to suck me... now," he said, while I was jerking him off.
"Yes, sir," I said obediently, inserting the tip of his cock in my mouth, ramming my tongue down the hole, and continuing to wrap my mouth down his erect member's shaft.

He told me to stop and to jerk him off. So, I did like a good girl.

"You like sucking cock, don't you?"
"Yes, like the slut that I am," I stated. "I am here to please you. I only like sucking your cock."

He asked me to suck his cock some more. This time, he told me to lick and suck it. I obeyed. I was then instructed to jerk him off.

He ordered me to suck him again. I didn't hesitate. I went back to work. This time, he took me by the back of my neck and pushed me to suck his cock more. I didn't gag, but I found it to be arousing. It wasn't a forceful push, but it was enough to get more of his member in my mouth. At one point, he held my hair just to see how his cock looked in my mouth. He found it to be incredibly sexy.

My guy told me to jerk him off. I made a sound after taking his cock out of his mouth, as if I had been sucking a popsicle. I couldn't resist kissing him. Our kiss was strong and passionate. We were both turned on, especially when I was jerking him off as we were kissing. His hand moved down my right side to my hip. He then put his hand under my panties and groped my right buttock as we continued to kiss and jerk him off. He eventually came. It was wonderful.

As always, we tend to talk. I have labelled our chat after sex as "dopey talk." We both like talking, but he is so relaxed and drained afterward that he says the funniest stuff.

"Sometimes, people do good things," he started to explain to me. "Sometimes, they do bad things."
"Ooh, that's deep," I teased, which made up both burst out laughing.

It's no surprise that I like shopping at Gap, especially after I had lost sixty pounds. He teases me about it.

"Gap is crap," he said. I immediately made a pouty face, which made him smile and melt.
"Oh, no," he said. "The Gap looks great one you. It doesn't on me," he explained as he tried to hug me.

One of the best parts of our time after sex was seeing a large spider crawl across my knees.

"Ah, a spider!" I exclaimed, although I was rather calm. My guy killed it.
"I am surprised that you didn't scream," he said. "Most women would be freaked out."
"I'm not a screamer," I said, smirking. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

The other best part after sex? We both said that we like talking and confiding in each other. We hugged for a long time. He is the perfect gentleman. He's mine, too. I am so lucky.

Making out at work, in an elevator, and in a car

My guy came back in town on the weekend. On Monday morning, we immediately communicated on Skype. I could tell that he missed me.

"If you're coming into work today, you're welcome to attend my presentation," he told me.
"I may attend, if I can find a doodle pad," I teasing, suggesting that I may find it boring.

I did go into work in the afternoon. I got my haircut on the weekend. He noticed.

Unfortunately, he was caught speeding on the weekend. He is attempting to fight the charge. He was depressed, which concerned me. I did try to cheer him up by being my funny self. It worked, but it took some time.

Towards the end of the day, I had asked him a question about his presentation. He came over and sat on my desk. We talked. I was so tempted to touch him. Instead, he talked some more, and massaged the back of my neck. It was sensual, relaxing, and quite arousing. His hand went down my purple sweater, massaging the upper part of my back. He then cupped his hand under my chin and caressed it. He then went to sit at his desk.

Yep, we talked briefly on Skype. He wanted to know if I was up for a making-out session. I was, but it was that time of the month for me. Instead, I offered to please him. He was game.

We met at the elevators. The first one came, but it was full. So, we waited. It was just the two of us.

"So, how are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm good," I replied. "But, I am concerned about you."
"I'm okay," he stated confidently, scanning me up and down with his eyes. "You look yummy."

We got into the elevator. We were the only ones in there. The doors closed. He came over and our lips locked into a passionate kiss. Our hands were in a tight, warm embrace. We got the the ground level.

"That was nice," I said, smiling, and squeezed his hand.

We drove to our usual location. We got into the backseat of his car. I could tell that he was horny.

He held my left hand and kissed it. Our lips locked again. We kissed for a bit before we both came up for air.

"I have missed kissing your full lips," he whispered. 

He moved my right hand down to his crotch. His member was getting erect.

He unzipped my sweater. He noticed the black bra that I was wearing underneath it.

"That black bra is so sexy. You are killing me!"

We kissed some more. He groped my breasts and played with my nipples. I played with his penis some more. Finally, he unzipped his pants and lowered his underpants. I took out his hard cock and proceeded to give him a handjob.

He played with my hair. At one point, his hand went down my underpants and he groped my right buttock. He hugged me as I worked diligently on making him come. He eventually did. His semen oozed warmly over my hand. He immediately got some tissues and wiped my hand down first, before proceeding to clean himself up. He is quite the gentleman.

My guy and I talked for a bit. Towards the end of our conversation, he held my left hand and looked at it.

"You have beautiful nails. I love your fingers, your ring, and how smooth your hands are," he said, sweetly.

He looked at my face.

"You are sweet, smart, funny, and cute. I love your haircut," he said, playing with the locks framed around my face.

He looked at the black hairband around my wrist. He wasn't a fan of it. Like the playful guy that I love, he snapped it.

"Ow!" I said.
"That'll remind you to take it off your wrist the next time we're together."

I know that once that time of the month is over, I will be over his knee.

My guy's birthday spanking = my birthday spanking

My guy and I have talked about spanking him. He is curious. I playfully swat his backside now and again, but he has yet to get his first spanking.

His birthday has come and gone for this year. I like this birthday spanking video. I would be happy to receiving such a birthday spanking to mark my guy's special occasion. I don't think that I could last that long with such hard blows, but I would love my backside to glow and smart like Sarah's does.


My birthday is a month away. I can't wait.

Birthday spanking - counting feature is new for me

My birthday is a month away. I tend to look forward to my birthday because I enjoy receiving a sound birthday spanking.

I like thinking about how I will be spanked. I love being spanked over my pajama bottoms at roughly the stroke (pun intended!) of midnight, which then come off. I then get spanked over my panties. They ultimately come off and all the spanker can do is watch my bare backside turn various shades of pink.

I have planted a few ideas into my guy's head on what I would like to happen to me. It isn't like he doesn't know. One element that is new, however, is counting each smack delivered out loud.

We both are quiet counters. I do think that my counting each smack that lands across my backside will excite me even more. My guy will like it because it's an added embarrassment for me, which he tends to enjoy when we are role-playing.

The question is whether I should count before or after each smack. I would like to count after each smack is delivered. I will be struggling to register each smack before I can utter the number out loud. I will be in some pain that I may get it wrong. If my guy has to start from the beginning because I have made an error, I would be okay with it.

Without even asking him, my guy told me that he wants to pinch my bottom hard. I will get a pinch for ever year that I have been on this planet.

I can guarantee that I will be a happy birthday girl with a glowing, sore bottom that day. My birthday seems so far away.