On Monday morning, my guy wrote me an e-mail, asking if I wanted to do lunch. I sure did. I replied, indicating that I'd meet him at our usual restaurant.
When I got to the restaurant's parking lot, I waited for a bit in my car. I would say that five minutes after I had parked there, he arrived and found my car. He opened my car door, I got out, and we walked in together.
We took off our coats before sitting down at the table. I looked at his shirt. In Las Vegas, I took a risk and bought him a brown dress shirt. I knew what collar size and arm length he wore, but I never feel comfortable buying shirts without him to try them on. This one fit him perfectly. He loved it. I was relieved! I got to touch him and his right shirt sleeve.
He looked good in it and I told him so.
He said that wearing the shirt will always remind him of me. I said that his wearing this shirt would be as if I were hugging him all day long. He wanted underwear that did the same thing, which made me smile.
He looked at my pink sweater from Eddie Bauer that I was wearing (outlets rock!) and loved how it "hugged my tits." He really loved it. He told me that he was eager to see what was underneath my sweater. He also said that I looked especially cute today, and that he loved my cute chin and my lips.
We ate, laughed, and talked about work between these compliments that we were both dishing out to each other.
He was kind to pay for lunch. I thanked him again. He always likes the company, as do I.
We left the restaurant and he walked me to my car to "tuck me in." I got in it. He liked my Mickey Mouse steering wheel cover that I had purchased when we were both in New Jersey, shopping as if we weren't going to be in the States for a while.
He leaned in to kiss me. It was a long, nice kiss. I took his hat off and caressed his head. It was wonderful. We both agreed.
We drove back to work and he found where I had parked. We walked into our office building together, which has renovations going on. So, we had to stop by the training room where he is for the entire week.
We held hands. My left hand was cold. His was not. He remarked that it may be a first.
My guy gave me a couple of love taps on my left buttock. I playfully rubbed it and claimed that it hurt. He smiled, as did I. I love when he does that.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Waking up early on a Saturday with a sore bottom
I enjoy waking up next to my guy. I never take it for granted. However, I cherish the times more these days ever since I was let go for nearly a month. He doesn't want to let me go these days. I feel the same way about him.
I woke up on Saturday morning just after 07:00. Yes, it was super early to be up on the weekend. I quietly sat on the bed, looking at my guy. He had taken most of the bedsheets, rolling himself in them like a spring roll.
He eventually woke up. I kissed and hugged him. He reciprocated and told me to sleep in. I told him that I have delayed meeting up with a fellow colleague by half an hour, to spend more time with my guy in bed. He liked that.
I kissed and hugged him some more. I loved how smooth his head and face were to the touch.
He played with my nipples under my grey top. I wasn't wearing a bra. He marvelled at how hard my nipples were.
Unfortunately, I had to get on with my day. I brushed my teeth and hair, and changed into my green top and jeans in front of my guy. He told me that my shirt fit me well. It was a snug fit on me. He liked the fact that my shirt hugged my breasts.
I gathered my stuff and kissed him goodbye. He was flying back home today. I was off to New York for a day trip. He got out of bed, and kissed both my cheeks and lips. We hugged for a long time. I wished him a safe flight. He wished me a great second week in training.
In New York City, I had forgotten how hard my spanking was the night before until I boarded a hop-and-go bus for a tour of the city. The seats were hard. My backside was sore. It was a three-hour bus ride.
As sore as my butt felt, I was happy as can be. A spanking does wonders to this girl's heart and soul.
I woke up on Saturday morning just after 07:00. Yes, it was super early to be up on the weekend. I quietly sat on the bed, looking at my guy. He had taken most of the bedsheets, rolling himself in them like a spring roll.
He eventually woke up. I kissed and hugged him. He reciprocated and told me to sleep in. I told him that I have delayed meeting up with a fellow colleague by half an hour, to spend more time with my guy in bed. He liked that.
I kissed and hugged him some more. I loved how smooth his head and face were to the touch.
He played with my nipples under my grey top. I wasn't wearing a bra. He marvelled at how hard my nipples were.
Unfortunately, I had to get on with my day. I brushed my teeth and hair, and changed into my green top and jeans in front of my guy. He told me that my shirt fit me well. It was a snug fit on me. He liked the fact that my shirt hugged my breasts.
I gathered my stuff and kissed him goodbye. He was flying back home today. I was off to New York for a day trip. He got out of bed, and kissed both my cheeks and lips. We hugged for a long time. I wished him a safe flight. He wished me a great second week in training.
In New York City, I had forgotten how hard my spanking was the night before until I boarded a hop-and-go bus for a tour of the city. The seats were hard. My backside was sore. It was a three-hour bus ride.
As sore as my butt felt, I was happy as can be. A spanking does wonders to this girl's heart and soul.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Meet-and-sleep sessions?
I have a lovely post that is pending from my time in New Jersey with my guy. I reckon that it will be a fairly detailed one. I just need to spend some time writing it!
Anyway, that was the last day that I saw my guy, which was roughly a month ago. On Monday, we both anticipated seeing each other at work.
My guy wrote me an e-mail, asking whether I'd like to do lunch. He didn't know that I was at work at 08:30. He said that he'd check his e-mail an hour later. He did. He said that he'd meet me at the restaurant.
I was hoping that we could ride in the same car. From his e-mail, it implied that I had to drive myself over.
I got to the parking lot and looked around. I started heading towards my car. I am glad that I looked to my left. I saw my guy. He had a hat on and was waving at me. I reciprocated and changed my walking direction.
It was wonderful seeing him. He allowed me to grab hold of his arm as we walked. He commented on how great my stride was. He's sweet that way.
Unfortunately, I had to be back by 14:00 for two back-to-back interviews. As we drove along, my guy asked about my vacation in Las Vegas. I talked about how my two friends had shelled out $200 each to do a meet-and-greet session with a music duo. I didn't, although I have in the past.
Anyway, that was the last day that I saw my guy, which was roughly a month ago. On Monday, we both anticipated seeing each other at work.
My guy wrote me an e-mail, asking whether I'd like to do lunch. He didn't know that I was at work at 08:30. He said that he'd check his e-mail an hour later. He did. He said that he'd meet me at the restaurant.
I was hoping that we could ride in the same car. From his e-mail, it implied that I had to drive myself over.
I got to the parking lot and looked around. I started heading towards my car. I am glad that I looked to my left. I saw my guy. He had a hat on and was waving at me. I reciprocated and changed my walking direction.
It was wonderful seeing him. He allowed me to grab hold of his arm as we walked. He commented on how great my stride was. He's sweet that way.
Unfortunately, I had to be back by 14:00 for two back-to-back interviews. As we drove along, my guy asked about my vacation in Las Vegas. I talked about how my two friends had shelled out $200 each to do a meet-and-greet session with a music duo. I didn't, although I have in the past.
"That's a ridiculous amount of money!" my guy exclaimed. "If it were a meet-and-sleep session, I'd do it."When we had arrived at the restaurant, we got out of the car and he reached for my hand.
"Figures," I replied.
"Blowjobs, on average, cost $50 each," he said.
"Okay, how do you know that?" I said, which made him laugh. "You're saving a ton of money with me, you know."
"I shouldn't have told you that," he said with a grin on his face.
"Yes. Every time I give you a blowjob, all I am going to hear are cash register bells. I also don't think that you'd want a meet-and-sleep session with these guys. The lead singer is gay, so you'd have to suck him."
"I have missed your touch," I told him.He's used to my correcting him. He thinks that it's sweet. It also plants a seed for an upcoming spanking.
"I've missed it, too."
"You've missed your touch, too? Awesome!"
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Behind the scenes
The events that I am about to share occurred nearly a month ago, when I was in New Jersey for a work-related course. It was a Wednesday. Funny how I can remember the day nearly a month ago, but I can't remember much that occurred this past week!
Anyway, I visited the local Walgreens by the hotel to get a GPS window clamp for my guy. We are more alike as we get to know each other. We both lost the bracket that secures the GPS to the suction cup. I found what I needed at the drug store a couple of days ago. After finding out that my guy needed one, I went out and got another one.
I then drove back to the hotel and freshened up. I dropped my laptop off at my room and then drove to my guy's hotel. He had given me one of his card keys to get into his room. I also brought some bottles of water and peanuts, in case we both needed something to drink and snack on.
I got to his room ten minutes before he did. He had visited Home Depot and took pictures of an antique car show.
My guy had a two-hour seminar to attend online. He had bought a tuna sandwich with an apple and a Diet Pepsi. I appreciated everything, but told him that he didn't have to get that particular drink just for me. He doesn't drink diet soda. He told me that he cares about me, what I like, and what makes me happy. He also said that he was glad that he had given me his room key.
While he was talking online, I managed to fall asleep on the couch for half an hour while waiting for iOS 7 to install on my phone. He knew that I had fallen asleep. He told me later that he was checking up on me.
After he was done with his seminar, we went out for dinner at the Bonefish Grill. I had a yummy wood-grilled swordfish with pumpkin ravioli. I also pigged out on the key lime pie.
He asked about my menstrual cycle. He had told me the previous evening that he wished that it were over, as he desperately wanted to have quality time with me. I had told him yesterday that it was over. After dinner, he immediately wanted to go to Walgreens to get some supplies.
We got to the hotel. We kissed and basically moved ourselves onto his king-sized bed. He pleasured me twice. I had missed his touch and missed having him in me.
He told me that he wanted to try anal sex tonight. We had been planning this moment for a while, but I wasn't prepared for it tonight. I was game, though.
I asked him whether he had lubricant. He forgot to get some at the drug store. Instead, he used what natural juices I had going on, along with his lubricated condom, to make things easier.
I was kneeling on the bed, with my backside facing him. It took a bit of fiddling around, but he successfully inserted his hard cock in me from behind. I gasped and screamed initially. The screaming is different, as I am not known as a screamer. He loved that I had screamed in pleasure!
My head hit the headboard as he was thrusting his hard member in and out of me. I moved a pillow in front of my head, which made things better. He had his legs on mine initially, but shifted them.
It didn't hurt as much as I had thought. We both agreed that we needed to try it again. We also agreed that we loved handjobs and blowjobs more.
We had a brief post-mortem. I suggested that he spank me before having anal sex. That way, I would be even more lubricated and excited. I also liked the idea of being bent over a desk to be spanked first and then taken from behind. The problem with the bed is that we are roughly the same height, which caused a bit of awkwardness with my guy inserting his erect member in me from behind. I also suggested that my head not be so close to the bed's headboard! He agreed.
It wasn't bad for a first time. It's good that we're willing to try it again.
We talked for a bit. I was reflecting about an incident that had occurred a month ago. I was starting to get sad and to tear up. My guy knew it. Without hesitation, he hugged me tightly and reassured me that everything would be okay.
At the end of the evening, we were both sitting at the edge of the bed. I had pulled on my pants. My guy was sitting next to me with his boxers on. His bare legs exposed was different. Normally, our roles are reversed here.
He wanted me to stay. I wanted to, too. However, I needed to go back to the hotel and change my outfit for the following workday. I said that I'd spend the night the following evening. He liked that a lot.
We kissed. I tucked him into bed, gave him a kiss on his forehead, and left. I drove back to the hotel. It was just after 01:00. I was happy, as I am sure that he was, too. Sweet dreams to both of us.
Anyway, I visited the local Walgreens by the hotel to get a GPS window clamp for my guy. We are more alike as we get to know each other. We both lost the bracket that secures the GPS to the suction cup. I found what I needed at the drug store a couple of days ago. After finding out that my guy needed one, I went out and got another one.
I then drove back to the hotel and freshened up. I dropped my laptop off at my room and then drove to my guy's hotel. He had given me one of his card keys to get into his room. I also brought some bottles of water and peanuts, in case we both needed something to drink and snack on.
I got to his room ten minutes before he did. He had visited Home Depot and took pictures of an antique car show.
My guy had a two-hour seminar to attend online. He had bought a tuna sandwich with an apple and a Diet Pepsi. I appreciated everything, but told him that he didn't have to get that particular drink just for me. He doesn't drink diet soda. He told me that he cares about me, what I like, and what makes me happy. He also said that he was glad that he had given me his room key.
While he was talking online, I managed to fall asleep on the couch for half an hour while waiting for iOS 7 to install on my phone. He knew that I had fallen asleep. He told me later that he was checking up on me.
After he was done with his seminar, we went out for dinner at the Bonefish Grill. I had a yummy wood-grilled swordfish with pumpkin ravioli. I also pigged out on the key lime pie.
He asked about my menstrual cycle. He had told me the previous evening that he wished that it were over, as he desperately wanted to have quality time with me. I had told him yesterday that it was over. After dinner, he immediately wanted to go to Walgreens to get some supplies.
We got to the hotel. We kissed and basically moved ourselves onto his king-sized bed. He pleasured me twice. I had missed his touch and missed having him in me.
He told me that he wanted to try anal sex tonight. We had been planning this moment for a while, but I wasn't prepared for it tonight. I was game, though.
I asked him whether he had lubricant. He forgot to get some at the drug store. Instead, he used what natural juices I had going on, along with his lubricated condom, to make things easier.
I was kneeling on the bed, with my backside facing him. It took a bit of fiddling around, but he successfully inserted his hard cock in me from behind. I gasped and screamed initially. The screaming is different, as I am not known as a screamer. He loved that I had screamed in pleasure!
My head hit the headboard as he was thrusting his hard member in and out of me. I moved a pillow in front of my head, which made things better. He had his legs on mine initially, but shifted them.
It didn't hurt as much as I had thought. We both agreed that we needed to try it again. We also agreed that we loved handjobs and blowjobs more.
We had a brief post-mortem. I suggested that he spank me before having anal sex. That way, I would be even more lubricated and excited. I also liked the idea of being bent over a desk to be spanked first and then taken from behind. The problem with the bed is that we are roughly the same height, which caused a bit of awkwardness with my guy inserting his erect member in me from behind. I also suggested that my head not be so close to the bed's headboard! He agreed.
It wasn't bad for a first time. It's good that we're willing to try it again.
We talked for a bit. I was reflecting about an incident that had occurred a month ago. I was starting to get sad and to tear up. My guy knew it. Without hesitation, he hugged me tightly and reassured me that everything would be okay.
At the end of the evening, we were both sitting at the edge of the bed. I had pulled on my pants. My guy was sitting next to me with his boxers on. His bare legs exposed was different. Normally, our roles are reversed here.
He wanted me to stay. I wanted to, too. However, I needed to go back to the hotel and change my outfit for the following workday. I said that I'd spend the night the following evening. He liked that a lot.
We kissed. I tucked him into bed, gave him a kiss on his forehead, and left. I drove back to the hotel. It was just after 01:00. I was happy, as I am sure that he was, too. Sweet dreams to both of us.
Friday, October 18, 2013
A future cop-and-punishment scenario to try out
It has been a while. I flew back home on Tuesday evening, which signified the end of my vacation.
My flight from Las Vegas to Cleveland was half an hour early. I was delighted! Well, until I found out that my flight to Toronto was delayed by two hours.
I did what any hungry girl would do. I had lunch, except that it was now 17:00! I have adjusted to springing forward just fine. I slept on the plane for most of my flight from Las Vegas.
I need to get back to blogging regularly. It's difficult after having back-to-back trips.
An incident did happen to me the second last night that I was in New Jersey, which occurred a few weeks ago. I was driving with my colleague from the restaurant where we had dinner back to our hotel. We must have been five minutes away from it. The road leading to the hotel was dark. My colleague talks as if there's no tomorrow. This evening was no exception.
When I did get a word edgewise, I indicated that some local drivers tend to be crazy. While I was stopped at a red light, a guy pulled around my car and made a right turn, for instance. There was only one lane. There wasn't a designated right turn lane. I told my colleague that I was going to play it safe.
Suddenly, I see bright lights blinking in my rear-view mirror. I thought that perhaps the police car was going to pass. I pulled over. It stopped. I didn't like that.
I couldn't think of what I had done wrong. Did I miss a stop sign earlier? I was driving at the speed limit. I had no clue.
The cop came over, and asked for my vehicle registration and my driver's licence. I handed over both. I was driving a rental car.
He finally explained to me that my car's high beams were on. I must have inadvertently switched them on. I apologized profusely. I seriously did not know that they were on.
The cop was kind to let me off the hook. I was relieved and drove away.
A few days later, I talked to my guy on Skype. He was in India on business. I told him about what had happened to me. He teases me that I seem to perform a Houdini act when it comes to getting myself out of a traffic violation.
My flight from Las Vegas to Cleveland was half an hour early. I was delighted! Well, until I found out that my flight to Toronto was delayed by two hours.
I did what any hungry girl would do. I had lunch, except that it was now 17:00! I have adjusted to springing forward just fine. I slept on the plane for most of my flight from Las Vegas.
I need to get back to blogging regularly. It's difficult after having back-to-back trips.
An incident did happen to me the second last night that I was in New Jersey, which occurred a few weeks ago. I was driving with my colleague from the restaurant where we had dinner back to our hotel. We must have been five minutes away from it. The road leading to the hotel was dark. My colleague talks as if there's no tomorrow. This evening was no exception.
When I did get a word edgewise, I indicated that some local drivers tend to be crazy. While I was stopped at a red light, a guy pulled around my car and made a right turn, for instance. There was only one lane. There wasn't a designated right turn lane. I told my colleague that I was going to play it safe.
Suddenly, I see bright lights blinking in my rear-view mirror. I thought that perhaps the police car was going to pass. I pulled over. It stopped. I didn't like that.
I couldn't think of what I had done wrong. Did I miss a stop sign earlier? I was driving at the speed limit. I had no clue.
The cop came over, and asked for my vehicle registration and my driver's licence. I handed over both. I was driving a rental car.
He finally explained to me that my car's high beams were on. I must have inadvertently switched them on. I apologized profusely. I seriously did not know that they were on.
The cop was kind to let me off the hook. I was relieved and drove away.
A few days later, I talked to my guy on Skype. He was in India on business. I told him about what had happened to me. He teases me that I seem to perform a Houdini act when it comes to getting myself out of a traffic violation.
"If you were that cop, you would ask me to get out of the vehicle and bend over. You'd spank me," I told him.It looks like we have another fun role-playing scenario to try out soon.
"Yes, and we'd both benefit. You would be paying a different type of fine and would love it. I would get a really good view."
Friday, October 11, 2013
On vacation - dropping in for a moment
Hello from Las Vegas! I have been here since Wednesday. I am primarily here for a concert, but have managed to meet up with a friend.
I have a lot to blog about, mainly about our time together in New Jersey. I last spoke to my guy on Skype on Tuesday. He is away on business in India, but is currently on a plane coming home.
We had hoped to chat once more this week, but we couldn't manage to do it.
I got to run. I'm off to the concert tonight, but should have more time this weekend to blog.
Enjoy your weekend! It's the Thanksgiving long weekend in Canada. I am thankful for so much these days.
I have a lot to blog about, mainly about our time together in New Jersey. I last spoke to my guy on Skype on Tuesday. He is away on business in India, but is currently on a plane coming home.
We had hoped to chat once more this week, but we couldn't manage to do it.
I got to run. I'm off to the concert tonight, but should have more time this weekend to blog.
Enjoy your weekend! It's the Thanksgiving long weekend in Canada. I am thankful for so much these days.
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Reconciliation
I have just started week two of my training course in New Jersey. I have learned so much. I have also bonded with my colleagues and trainers.
Frankly, I thought that my first week would be horrible. My guy and I had thought about spending time together in the same hotel. He let me go weeks before this trip and it has been difficult.
I left for Newark on Sunday. I was travelling with two other colleagues. As we were waiting to board, I heard my guy's name being called out by the check-in counter attendant. He was scheduled to be on the same flight. He didn't show up, which made me sad and relieved simultaneously.
He had written an e-mail to me a few days before my flight, asking how I was. I finally wrote to him after having checked in to my hotel. I was concerned about him. I also told him that I wished that things were the same between us. Finally, I asked that we chat sometime, whether he was near or afar.
The next day, my guy and I actually bumped into each other at our work site after I had eaten lunch. I could tell that he was happy to see me. It was mutual. He told me that he had just arrived and that it was a long story.
Sure enough, he wrote back to me after work. He asked that I add him back on Skype (he had removed me as a contact) and said that we could chat a bit. He also said that he was sorry that I wasn't feeling well. I was getting over a cold and had a sore back, and it was my time of the month.
Sadly, we never chatted on Monday. I woke up early on Tuesday morning and he called me on Skype at 07:47, We chatted for a bit. He wanted to have dinner with me after work. I was game. We chatted on Skype after work. We planned to go to the Olive Garden, with my guy picking me up at my hotel.
He rented a Hyundai Sonata. It was nice to see him again. We talked. He couldn't help but to hold my hand. I started to tear up. He told me that he missed me.
We got to the restaurant and had a wonderful meal. He had the chicken scampi, which is my standard dish at the Olive Garden. We talked a lot. He told me that I was right -- that he was confused and didn't know what he wanted. He told me that he didn't want to hurt me, but he needed some time to sort things through. I told him that he broke my heart and that I was depressed.
I teared up. He said that he was a "boring guy who just wants to hug" me and let me cry on his shoulder. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere and that he was hurting. I have never seen him like that before.
He held my hand as we walked to his car. Well, he is directionally challenged, which is why I guided him to his car. I couldn't help but to giggle and laugh at him. He held the car door open for me, lightly swatted my backside, and shut the door after I was in it.
He wrapped his right arm around me as he backed the car out of the parking spot. He held my hand. I was teary. I had missed him so much.
We got to his hotel room. It was strange how I was laughing uncontrollably when he talked about how he normally can't find his car. We walked into his room, took off our coats, and hugged.
He held me tightly. He told me repeatedly that he was sorry. I was crying on his shoulder. I didn't think that he wanted me back, but the pendulum was swinging.
He held my hand and led me to the red couch. We watched a movie together while cuddling. I was crying intermittently. My crying reached its peak when he kissed me on the lips.
In a strange move moments later, he had me propped up against the sofa, and passionately kissed my neck and shoulders. He caressed my breasts. My chocolate brown, short-sleeved sweater came off. He removed my bra and sucked on my nipples. It was nice.
Since it was my time of the month. he ended up rubbing my pussy with my pants on. I was wearing green khaki pants. He positioned my legs over each of his shoulders. I caressed his head and moved him closer to me. I came in due time. I couldn't believe what was happening.
We kissed some more. I reached over to caress his hard cock. My guy's pants and briefs came off. I was jerking him off. We kissed some more. It was nice that I was able to give him a handjob.
In the past, we typically would not have him ejaculate twice. However, he was rubbing my leg and had me rub it against his cock. He wanted to ejaculate again. I helped him do just that. He was dopey. It felt like old times.
He wanted to go out shopping with me the next day. He wished that my period were done. He also asked me to forgive him.
I did. We're back together again. He put Humpty Dumpty's heart back together.
Frankly, I thought that my first week would be horrible. My guy and I had thought about spending time together in the same hotel. He let me go weeks before this trip and it has been difficult.
I left for Newark on Sunday. I was travelling with two other colleagues. As we were waiting to board, I heard my guy's name being called out by the check-in counter attendant. He was scheduled to be on the same flight. He didn't show up, which made me sad and relieved simultaneously.
He had written an e-mail to me a few days before my flight, asking how I was. I finally wrote to him after having checked in to my hotel. I was concerned about him. I also told him that I wished that things were the same between us. Finally, I asked that we chat sometime, whether he was near or afar.
The next day, my guy and I actually bumped into each other at our work site after I had eaten lunch. I could tell that he was happy to see me. It was mutual. He told me that he had just arrived and that it was a long story.
Sure enough, he wrote back to me after work. He asked that I add him back on Skype (he had removed me as a contact) and said that we could chat a bit. He also said that he was sorry that I wasn't feeling well. I was getting over a cold and had a sore back, and it was my time of the month.
Sadly, we never chatted on Monday. I woke up early on Tuesday morning and he called me on Skype at 07:47, We chatted for a bit. He wanted to have dinner with me after work. I was game. We chatted on Skype after work. We planned to go to the Olive Garden, with my guy picking me up at my hotel.
He rented a Hyundai Sonata. It was nice to see him again. We talked. He couldn't help but to hold my hand. I started to tear up. He told me that he missed me.
We got to the restaurant and had a wonderful meal. He had the chicken scampi, which is my standard dish at the Olive Garden. We talked a lot. He told me that I was right -- that he was confused and didn't know what he wanted. He told me that he didn't want to hurt me, but he needed some time to sort things through. I told him that he broke my heart and that I was depressed.
I teared up. He said that he was a "boring guy who just wants to hug" me and let me cry on his shoulder. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere and that he was hurting. I have never seen him like that before.
He held my hand as we walked to his car. Well, he is directionally challenged, which is why I guided him to his car. I couldn't help but to giggle and laugh at him. He held the car door open for me, lightly swatted my backside, and shut the door after I was in it.
He wrapped his right arm around me as he backed the car out of the parking spot. He held my hand. I was teary. I had missed him so much.
We got to his hotel room. It was strange how I was laughing uncontrollably when he talked about how he normally can't find his car. We walked into his room, took off our coats, and hugged.
He held me tightly. He told me repeatedly that he was sorry. I was crying on his shoulder. I didn't think that he wanted me back, but the pendulum was swinging.
He held my hand and led me to the red couch. We watched a movie together while cuddling. I was crying intermittently. My crying reached its peak when he kissed me on the lips.
"Why are you so sad?" he asked me.He held me in his arms for a bit. I did need some tissue, so he got up and got me some.
"I've missed you," I said.
In a strange move moments later, he had me propped up against the sofa, and passionately kissed my neck and shoulders. He caressed my breasts. My chocolate brown, short-sleeved sweater came off. He removed my bra and sucked on my nipples. It was nice.
Since it was my time of the month. he ended up rubbing my pussy with my pants on. I was wearing green khaki pants. He positioned my legs over each of his shoulders. I caressed his head and moved him closer to me. I came in due time. I couldn't believe what was happening.
We kissed some more. I reached over to caress his hard cock. My guy's pants and briefs came off. I was jerking him off. We kissed some more. It was nice that I was able to give him a handjob.
In the past, we typically would not have him ejaculate twice. However, he was rubbing my leg and had me rub it against his cock. He wanted to ejaculate again. I helped him do just that. He was dopey. It felt like old times.
He wanted to go out shopping with me the next day. He wished that my period were done. He also asked me to forgive him.
I did. We're back together again. He put Humpty Dumpty's heart back together.
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