Quality treehouse time after work

After work on Wednesday worked out well. It surprised both my guy and me.

Wednesdays tend to be a bit hectic for me. I start my workday at 07:30, as I have a weekly teleconference. Thank goodness I can call in from home, so it's not too bad. However, I go into work during the noon hour and can end up staying there for a while. I have a weekly departmental meeting on Wednesday afternoons. Both my boss and the other male on our team can talk till the cows come home.

This past Wednesday was perfect. My male colleague didn't ramble on as much as he normally does. The junior writer is away for a month. We ended our meeting just past 17:00. My male colleague ended up yakking with a software developer, which was perfect for me to literally slip away.

It was around 17:30 when I left work and drove to our regular spot to meet. My guy and I felt that meeting just before 18:00 would work out well. It did. My guy parked next to my car moments later.

My car is the new treehouse. It will likely be the chosen venue for a while, especially after our experience this evening. My guy is also considering getting a new car, so it all works out nicely.

My guy got into the backseat, immediately knowing how to move the seat forward for more comfort. I did the same thing and sat next to him.

I took my jacket off. We looked into each other's eyes, said hello, and immediately locked lips in a nice kiss.

My guy loves kissing me. It's enjoyable when he kisses my neck, shoulders, and breasts. It's sensual, romantic, and loving. He proceeded to take my breasts out of my bra and suck on each nipple. Heaven!

He told me that he wanted to pleasure me. He rubbed my crotch. It always excites me, to the point where I can easily reach orgasm. Naturally, I did moments later.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans. He also went ahead and took my black lacy panties down. He fingered my already wet pussy. It felt so good. Orgasm two was successful.

I was starting to feel dopey, as I slouched sitting in the backseat. My bare bottom was barely on the seat. Naturally, it was enough for my guy to start smacking both cheeks. I liked it, although I was too slow to fully react at first.

"You're spanking my bare bottom," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yes," my guy confirmed, continuing to spank me with his hand.
"I can't let you do that," I told him. "I'm sitting up."

I was so dopey that I could barely do that. Instead, he helped me over his knee. I told him that he was mean. That didn't help much.

He started off spanking each cheek firmly. He didn't exactly ease me into the spanking. He went full force! It was the hardest spanking that he has ever given me.

"You do know that you're a bad girl?" he said, practically giving everything he has with each slap across my bare butt.
"It hurts a lot!" I said, which is rare for me to ever admit.

He spanked each buttock at least three times in rapid succession, alternating in a rhythmic fashion. Every blow was hard. It hurt. I loved it.

I have been incorporating placing my right hand over my butt to stop the smacks for a bit. My guy moved my hand immediately over to the small of my back and continued punishing my poor butt. I slid my hand down again to protect my bottom. He moved my hand away. We clasped our hands together and he continued to spank me hard with his free hand.

I find that I love when we're holding hands and he continues to spank me. It is such a turn-on.

He finally stopped spanking me. Instead, he fingered both my pussy and my butthole simultaneously. This last orgasm was awesome.

I got up and cuddled up to him for a bit. He told me to relax. He kissed my forehead, which I always love.

We then did something that I have longed to do. He pulled down my v-neck sweater and removed my bra. He nuzzled his head between my breasts. He then proceeded to kiss my breasts. We both loved it so much! I kissed him on his forehead as he continued to kiss and caress my breasts.

The grand finale was making my guy happy. I moved my hand down to his clearly erect penis. Boy, was it hard! I caressed it. He couldn't take it any longer. His pants and briefs came down. I wrapped my hand around his cock. I loved how it felt in my hand.

I could tell that my guy wanted me to suck him. I didn't hesitate. I kissed the tip of his penis first, and then licked it. I continued to lick his cock as if it were a lollypop. I then inserted it in my mouth. Just pure heaven.

I pulled out just before he was about to ejaculate, for I can't handle cum in my mouth. In a way, I am glad that I can't. He offloaded a ton! His semen covered both my hands completely. I also noticed after he had left for the evening that there was a puddle of semen on the car mat. Wow!

Anyway, it was an awesome evening. We talked for a bit and tried to energize ourselves. We had one beautiful, long kiss before we headed our separate ways.

I drove away, sitting with a sore bottom. My guy drove away relaxed and content. It was the perfect end to our workday.

Lunch, served with a bit of spice, kissing, and groping

Wednesday was wonderful. My guy and I actually got together for lunch without any technical difficulties.

We met at our usual Chinese restaurant. He came over to my car and apologized for being late. Traffic was horrendous around the area. I teased him by asking whether he was responsible for the delay. He gently grabbed my hand and we walked into the restaurant.

Our conversation was fun and flirty. He told me that I keep getting cuter. I blame that on my latest Starbucks addiction: the frosted snowman cookie. It's one of the few baked goods that I like at Starbucks in Canada. There is more selection at Starbucks in the States and even abroad. The one at Istanbul Airport was awesome. It even had a lemon tart!

Anyway, I had my usual chicken chow mein dish and he went for a spicy beef dish with rice. He rubbed his leg against mine under the table.

"Are you playing footsie with me?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied, looking lovingly into my eyes and I rubbed my other leg against his.
"That's nice," I replied.
"What about after work? Did you want to meet?" he asked me.
"It depends on your schedule. I would love to, as I have missed you so much."
"I have missed you, too."

My guy and I have this ongoing joke about going downstairs. There was never a deliberate sexual inference until recently. These days, when we say that we want to go downstairs at this restaurant, it is to kiss and hug. Downstairs is where the restrooms are, as well as the storage area.

We went downstairs and stood behind a wall. He cupped my breasts. He loved how they looked under my grey v-neck sweater.

Our lips locked. His arms wrapped around my waist. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

I stopped kissing and hugging him a couple of times. I thought that someone was coming. My guy reassured me that we were okay. He was correct. A woman came out of the women's washroom and headed upstairs.

We kissed and hugged some more. His hands slid down from my waist to my buttocks. He was groping them. I loved it. We were French kissing.

We finally decided that we should head back upstairs. He groped my backside some more as I walked toward the staircase.

I thanked him for treating me to lunch. He told me that he couldn't wait till after work. I felt the same way.

We drove back to the office, walked in together, and kissed before we went our separate ways for the next four hours.

Lunches should always be like this one.

Missed lunch date - thanks, Gmail!

It sounds a bit farfetched to blame Gmail for my guy and I missing out on a lunch date today. However, it did happen.

For a while, my guy and I tend to quickly send each other e-mails, asking whether we could get together for lunch. Today, I was hoping for such an e-mail in my inbox, for I was working from home and my guy has sessions all week. So, he would be the one who would best initiate when to have lunch. My schedule is far more flexible.

I didn't get an e-mail from him. I ate lunch at home and headed into the office in the afternoon.

It is rare these days for my guy to leave the training room and come up to our cubicle area just to see me. The sessions that he has with clients can be demanding and they keep him busy. Today, he did just that. He didn't even stop at his cubicle. He came over to see me.

My guy's actions say a lot more than what he verbally says to me. I have known that for quite some time. He's sweet that way.

After we said our usual hellos and such, he continued to talk rather discretely in an open cubicle area, like we normally do at work.

"I came by this morning, but you weren't here," he said.
"Yes, my coming into the office depends on what meetings or interviews that I have scheduled."
"You're so unpredictable."
"I like keeping you on your toes," I explained.

He looked down at my hands. I could tell that he was admiring my manicured nails, which I worked on the previous day.

We talked about how his client sessions were going.

"Are you irritated by the full house that you have this week?" I asked him.
"Yes, with a few of them," he hinted.
"I can tell. You normally don't come up here to talk to me unless you are irritated by them."

He smiled. He told me that he needed to bring down packets of sugar. The fifteen clients did not have any regular white sugar.

I followed my guy unto the communal kitchen.

"I'm not following you. I'm heading to the washroom," I explained.
"I wish you were," he said.

He was looking in various kitchen drawers for sugar. He finally found some. However, he didn't have a bag to put them in. He had thought about putting them in his trouser pockets. I found a coffee filter and suggested that he put the packets in there.

"It's all about presentation," I said.

He transferred the sugar packets over to the coffee filter. Our hands touched. It was nice, on the whole.

"Your hands are freezing!" I said, trying to warm them up.

He laughed. He held the door open for me. I reversed the gesture. I didn't have anything in my hands. He had sugar packets. Instead, I got to gently touch his back.

It seemed odd to me that such a sweet guy, who couldn't be any sweeter, would be holding tons of sugar packets.

"I wrote you an e-mail, asking if you wanted to do lunch."
"Really? I never got it," I said, kind of bummed out. "When did you send it?"
"At 11:40 this morning," he stated.
"I never got it. You sent it to the right address?"
"Yes," he said, repeating my e-mail address to me.
"You know that I would have loved to have lunch with you. Maybe you should call me next time."

We both nodded in agreement.

"There's Wednesday, " he said, bringing optimism to our conversation. "It's my loss today."
"It's my loss, too," I replied. 

The look in our eyes said it all.

"You look good," he said to me.
"You do, too," I replied, admiring how great he always looks in blue.
"See you on Wednesday," he said, blowing me a kiss.
"Wednesday, it is," I said, smiling back at him and seeing that he got into the elevator safely.

I went back to my desk. It was 16:30. Guess what? My guy's e-mail was finally in my inbox.

Banter for a purple butt

Quick love texts, e-mails, or messages are nice to receive and exchange. Like with any couple, ours can be sweet, quirky, funny, and playful.

A couple of weeks ago, I drove my guy to the airport. When he had arrived in Auckland, he wrote this quick e-mail:

Hey there sleepyhead (I'm assuming)
Thanks a bunch for the nice cab service yesterday. That was the first time I felt the urge to kiss the cab driver ;)

Part of my reply was as follows:

I was happy to take an attractive guy to the airport yesterday. It made my day.

Kisses,
Cab girl, who misses her favourite customer 

My guy is bright as can be. We both work in the Information Technology (IT) sector. He has told me that he is technology-challenged. It's difficult to believe, as he as been in IT for years. However, I see hints of that when he tries doing various tasks on his cell phone. Last week, he wrote this work-related e-mail:

Hey there sweet lips,

It was very nice to see you yesterday (as always).

I need a favour from you. Could you please save me countless hours of sifting through past e-mails and tell me which e-mail is the one that explains how to log on to our new intranet site with our little fob "thingy"?

Your reward will be a purple butt :)

Some e-mails are wonderful to get, especially those that instantly arouse me.

I like being a playful, insolent little girl. The end of my reply was the following:

The purple butt is just all talk. We'll see if you deliver. =)

We'll find out this week if my backside matches my favourite colour.

My latest addition to my spanking toy box

I like spanking implements. The first leather paddle that I got was nearly two years ago. I love both the leather and the fuzzy purple sides of it. I also like a wooden ruler used on me. I thought that it was time to expand my toy box.

The only issue with my purchasing the fuzzy purple paddle was that I had to order it from the United States. The duty on it was nearly $20 CAD, including some other fees. The annoying part was that I had to pay for it immediately or the guy knocking at my door would not had over the goods.

So, trying to find a decent Canadian place that offers an assortment of spanking implements seemed to be a challenge. I do like PinkCherry. I have placed a couple of online orders from this store and have loved every purchase that I have made so far.

It just so happens that there's a Black Friday sale this week. I did the early bird version of it. I finally got what I have been eyeing for a while.

I have never been spanked with a silicone paddle. A while back, my guy asked me what I wanted as a gift while in Amsterdam. I had suggested getting a lexan paddle, but they are expensive and seem difficult to find. This silicone paddle was significantly reduced in price, but not in quality. It is a decent length. I tried a few slaps against my thigh. Without exerting myself, it packs quite the sting.

I see my guy next week. I can't wait for him to try it out on me. We'll see how sorry I am for saying that!

Anyway, I do like PinkCherry. I discovered oral gels that make blowjobs even more irresistible than they already are. If you're in Canada and are looking for some great deals on fun toys, check it out!

Late night chat with spanking undertones

I was awake on Sunday morning at around 01:00. Coincidentally, I was online looking at potential spanking implements that I wanted to purchase (more about that in another post).

My guy was in San Francisco for one final night before returning home the following day. I had urged him to do some sightseeing and recommended visiting Fisherman's Wharf. He logged on to Skype at 01:15 my time.

"Hey, night owl girl," he wrote.
"Hoo hoo!" I exclaimed.
"Wanna chat?"
"Sure!"

We chatted for nearly two hours. It felt so good chatting about everything under the sun, even though we didn't exactly see any sunshine during our conversation.

At one point, I was on a roll, teasing him about various things. My guy was contemplating getting another rolling computer bag. I told him to get it and he did, for he was complaining about how small his current one was. When he changes bags, he often gives me goodies that he carries around in his old one that he no longer wants. I don't mind getting freebies, but my guy likes to spin things by saying that I think that he likes offloading junk to me.

"You always say that I am offloading junk to you," he stated, playing the part of being an annoyed guy.
"That's not true. I like freebies from you. You're just a cheap bastard," I replied.
"Oh, really?" he asked rhetorically. "You know that you are pissing me off."
"No, I would never want to do that to you," I said playfully.
"I know how to deal with girls like you who get me all worked up. You know the saying about the proof being in the pudding?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, the pudding is really how sore and purple your butt will be after I am done with it," he stated firmly.
"I like purple. It's my favourite colour," I stated factually.
"We'll see when I am done with you," he said with a menacing, playful tone to his voice.
"You're just all talk and no action. You're far away, so I'm safe."

We actually had this conversation twice during these two hours. I enjoy when he wants to give me a spanking. I instantly get excited. It helps that I get the added bonus of being spanked by an attractive guy who loves me.

Happy Love Our Lurkers (LOL) day!

I am a tad late, but I have tons of enthusiasm! Happy Love Our Lurkers (LOL) day. =) Thanks to Bonnie for creating such a wonderful day.

Lurking is great. Today's the day to simply drop me a line and say hi. I won't bite or spank you, unless you really want me to. =)

Seriously, your support has been wonderful. I have been blogging on and off for years on this site. Sure, life can sometimes get hectic, but my love for spanking never dies. I hope that the latter is true with you, too.

So, enjoy this day. It's my first one! Hopefully, I won't be as tardy next year. I suppose that my oversight requires a punishment of some sort soon... Yay!

Lunch, congestion, emotion, and a handjob

A couple of Wednesdays ago, my guy and I went out for lunch. We couldn't meet after work, so we opted to have a pleasant chat over food.

We always have fun when we chat at our usual Chinese restaurant. Now and again, my guy reverts to being a horny boy, lusting after the girl that he wants and needing relief. He's charming that way. This lunch hour was one of those days.

"Can we have a quick meeting at our usual spot?" he asked me.
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"I want you so badly," he explained.

Of course, today was just the worst time of day to drive over to our usual spot. The two main arteries near our spot was reduced to a single lane due to construction. It was a slow crawl to get there.

The next challenge was that our usual parking lot was being repaved. We had to find a different spot elsewhere. At one point, while we were parked and talking in the front seat of my guy's car, a construction worker came over and told us to move.

"We can move to the other side of the lot," I explained.
"We'll be here for a brief time," he said, hinting at his hard cock slightly resurrecting itself within his pants.

He wanted me to jerk him off. I was game. His erect penis was exposed for me to wrap my hand around it and do what we both enjoy.

My guy loved that I was able to talk dirty to him while looking like everything was okay. At one point, I was on the lookout for more construction workers.

"Is someone coming?" my guy asked me.
"There's a construction working walking near us. He has two (coffee) cups from Timmy's," I reported.
"He doesn't have nice cups like you do," my guy remarked.

He is better at emoting these days.

"I love you," he said to me.
"I know. I love you, too."
"I love you so much. I don't ever want to lose you. I can't lose you again."

Moments later, my guy ejaculated all over my hand. Everything was lovely.

Lunch suits us both well.

Creatures of habit, cuddling away

I saw this picture on Facebook a week or two ago. It's sweet.

Over a week ago, my guy and I were having lunch. He tends to ask me, "What else?" when he is interested in hearing me chat away about various things. He is chatty, but he genuinely likes hearing what I have to say. So, I showed him this picture on my phone.

"It reminded me of us," I said. "I tend to rest my head against and my hand on your chest. I love cuddling up to you."
"You look much cuter, though," he said, analyzing the picture on my phone.
"That's sweet," I replied.
"But, my hands would be all over you," my guy said, nodding in agreement while bringing this point up.
"Not when we're both dopey after being intimate," I said. "Your paws would be down."

My guy smiled at me as we continued to eat.

"This picture is perfect. It even shows my slanty eyes," I said, smiling. 

My guy paused for a bit. He knew that it was okay to use slanty, as I was obviously okay with it.

"Having slanty eyes is one of the perks of being with a Chinese woman," he said.

I call him sweetie for a reason. He simply is one.

Hallowe'en spanking

On Wednesday, my guy and I were both at work, but we never saw each other. I was in meetings for most of the afternoon. He came up to see me at 17:10, but I was still stuck in a meeting. He had an evening course to give, so he had to leave work early.

Just before my ongoing, crazy meetings on Hallowe'en had started, I sent him an e-mail, saying that I was sorry that I had missed him. I indicated that I was at work. He wrote back immediately, intuitively knowing that I would write to him, asking me to have lunch with him at our usual restaurant. I met him there at 13:00.

He was wearing the brown dress shirt again. I was flattered. He wore my gift twice in one week. He truly does love it!

He was teasing me about the fact that I order a specific noodle dish at this restaurant. I tend to alternate between the noodle dish and the lemon chicken. I went with the latter today. Thus, the teasing commenced.

We held hands at the table. I love that.

He told me that I was getting cuter. He suggested that I work in marketing, as I could sell anything with such a cute face. He said that no one could say no to me. I gave him an example of an exception.

"When we're at Costco and I want a hot dog, you won't get me one. You'll tell me, 'No!'"
"That's true. You have a point there."

When we were done eating, we walked to our respective cars. He told me that he wanted to pleasure me before he flew off to Auckland. I was happy and extremely excited.

We drove back to work and parked practically next to each other. We chatted as we walked into the office.

The next few hours of work rolled by smoothly. When it was finally 17:00, I promptly left work and headed to our usual spot.

As expected, my guy tends to be tardy. He was thirty minutes late. He opened my car's passenger-side door.

"I'm sorry," he said, catching me reading.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked him, for I hadn't noticed how late it was.
"For be so late."
"It's okay. You're here now."

We both got into my guy's treehouse. I was wearing a navy blue skirt and looked down at my shoes.

"Converse sneakers don't exactly go with my skirt," I pointed out.
"You look great no matter what you wear," he tried to reassure me.

It seemed like ages since we had treehouse time.

"We only have twenty minutes," he said, explaining that he had to meet friends in an hour.
"So, we need to be in the express lane," I joked.

We kissed. I always enjoy how full and soft his lips are against mine. His left hand touched my thighs and nearly made it to my crotch until I started to squirm and laugh.

"I'm sorry for my cold hands," he said, which made us both laugh and hug each other tightly.
"It's like having ice cubes between my legs," I remarked.

We hugged for a couple of minutes.

"While we wait for my hands to warm up, we'll work on you," he said, lightly swatting my right buttock.
"You want to warm up my backside?" I asked him, playing a ditzy girl.
"Come over here," he said, guiding me over his lap.
"I don't know why you're about to spank me," I said.

My spanking began. Each smack wasn't too hard at first. He paused briefly to tease me. He was starting to pleasure my pussy. As I was getting more aroused with being fingered, he smacked each buttock.

"You are so mean," I said after he did this routine a couple of times.
"You're a bad girl, you know."
"I have to protest against this spanking," I said, using my left hand to protect my backside against his smacks.

Well, it was all in good fun, of course. He decided to smack my hand a number of times to see if I would remove it from my backside. I didn't. He smacked the backs of my thighs. I didn't move my hand. Finally, he removed it for me, moving it behind the small of my back and holding it down while spanking my backside hard. I loved every minute of it.

He plunged his fingers into my wet pussy and allowed me to come. My left hand shifted a bit, clasping my guy's hand as I came. It was awesome!

I slowly lifted myself off his lap and hugged him. I always feel the need to cuddle next to him after being spanked and pleasured.

I rested for a bit. I could tell that he wanted me to return the favour. I had asked him whether he wanted a handjob or blowjob. He said that there wasn't much time for the latter, so we went with the next best thing.

He was erect. It didn't take long for him to ejaculate. It helped that I was wearing a skirt and that I was kissing him on the lips before he came. He was dopey. I was trying to get out of that state. It was all good.

We kissed before we called it an evening. We'd both be at work tomorrow, but I wasn't sure whether I would see him. He was planning on leaving at 15:00 to catch his flight. Luckily, everything worked out nicely.

The art of blowing kisses

Sometimes, when I least expect it, I hear from my guy. As always, it makes me happy.

He woke up just past 06:30 his time, logged on to Skype, and immediately started to chat with me. I had roughly half an hour to chat with him before I had to fetch some lunch and then head over to the office for a meeting.

It was great to hear about the shopping purchases that he made in San Francisco before boarding his flight over to Auckland. I was genuinely interested in what he had to buy and vice-versa. He loves Costco. He had a barbeque pork sandwich with coleslaw there, which you cannot get here. He also got some super-soft t-shirts and underwear.

I asked him whether he got underwear that had some sort of hand that would automatically wrap around his penis. He had suggested this fine idea last week. He told me that he couldn't find any underwear that did self-masturbation. We do talk about the weirdest things.

My guy loves to iron. He was raving about how great the iron was in his hotel room. It made me smile. We are quirky that way. In my case, he asked me why I don't blow him kisses. Frankly, I have never done that before.

He raised the subject again before we ended our conversation:

"You will be practising blowing kisses today, right?" he asked me.
"Maybe. I'll be making fishy faces in front of the mirror," I replied.
"You won't look like a fish. You'll look cute with those lips of yours," he stated without hesitation.
"I can't do it in front of a mirror," I told him.
"You can try it out with me once I'm back."
"So, I should go on the street and blow kisses at anyone?" I asked him.
"No, not anyone. Perhaps a cute guy," he suggested.
"I can't. You're halfway around the world."

He liked that. We'll be having morning chats with each other this week. He told me that he likes starting off his day on the right foot. I couldn't agree with him more. Talking to him always makes my day.

Enough said and paddles

On Sunday, I went to see Enough Said at the local movie theatre. I felt like watching a romantic flick with humour. I am glad that I did.

I saw so many similarities in the dialogue between Eva (played by Julia Louis-Dreyfus) and Albert (played by the late James Gandolfini), and many conversations that my guy and I have.

I will be paraphrasing a bit, but Eva and Albert were talking.

Eva: Do you like fake boobs?
Albert: Nope, I don't. I like real boobs.
Eva: I have real boobs.
Albert: There isn't an issue then.

I am not saying that I have asked my guy whether he likes fake boobs, but my guy has always said how he loves mine. He states that they are perfect because they are real. He likes how hard my nipples get and enjoys sucking on them.

There was another intriguing discussion between the two main characters.

Albert: I love your hands (holding Eva's hands).
Eva: Thanks. I love your hands, too. They look like paddles.

They have another conversation a bit later. They are in Albert's car and he is dropping her off at her home after their first date.

Eva: I love your paddles (looking at Albert's hands).
Albert: I love your ass.

My guy often tells me that I have pretty hands. Late last week, he held my right hand and kissed it several times before I initiated a kiss on his lips.

I like the thought about hands being paddles. I have always found hand spankings to be more personal than using a paddle. I like both types of spankings. It would have been nice if there was a playful spanking scene, but just hinting at this possibility and planting this image in my mind made me excited.

Perhaps I need to drag my guy to see the flick when he is back in town. He likes romantic movies. He is a romantic guy. It just takes patience to see that side of him come out.

Receving a thoughtful e-mail

My guy is travelling to Auckland for business and had a stop in San Francisco last night. He wrote a nice e-mail to me on Saturday morning.

We give each other pet nicknames. We have a lot of them! I started off calling him sleepyhead a while back, because he tends to travel a lot and is often jetlagged. I have seen him asleep at his desk, but it hasn't happened these days, simply because he seems to be constantly on the road.

In his e-mail, he called me sleepyhead, with the additional comment that he was assuming that I was still asleep. He knows that I tend to sleep better on weekends. I slept in till 10:00 on Saturday morning.

The best part of his e-mail was this excerpt:

Thanks a bunch for the nice cab service yesterday. That was the first time I felt the urge to kiss the cab driver ;)

He often has to call a cab from our office to the airport. It is barely a five-minute drive. From my recent experience, that trip costs anywhere between $25 to $35 CAD. It is a ripoff, but I wasn't doing it because I wanted my guy to save some money. Frankly, he can expense that charge.

I simply wanted to spend some time with him. I wanted to chat, hold his hand, and kiss him. I wanted to make sure that he was okay. I wanted to send him off on a good note.

My reply to his e-mail ended with this line:

I was happy to take an attractive guy to the airport yesterday. It made my day. 

His flight has taken off. In thirteen hours, he will be in Auckland. There is a seventeen-hour difference, so connecting on Skype will be challenging this week. We'll try and make something happen, as always.

Bad girl being good by playing the role of a taxi driver

On Thursday, my guy and I spent lunch and a bit of time after work together. As always, it was terrific and meaningful.

My guy was leaving work on Friday at 15:00, heading to the airport to catch his flight. He is in New Zealand next week. I used to go into the office on Fridays, but I have changed it up within the past two months, opting to go into the office on Thursdays instead.

Well, I had an interview to conduct with a candidate on Friday. It was at 14:00. If I timed everything correctly, I would be able to drive my guy across the street to the airport.

Everything worked out well. The interview ended at 14:45. I grabbed my coat, talked briefly with three colleagues, and went downstairs to the training room. It was my first time using my fancy badge with the new security system. It worked like a charm.

I stood quietly next to my guy, who was on Facebook.

"Hello there!" he said, as he swivelled his chair so that he could look at me directly.
"Hey, you," I said. "Did you still need a lift to the airport?"
"I think that I'm going to call a taxi."
"I'm leaving work now. I can be your taxi driver," I replied.
"That's perfect. I am leaving, too," he said, smiling at me.

He gathered his belongings. We then walked out together.

"I always feel like I am missing something," he admitted.
"Do you have your passport, papers, head?" I asked him.
"I have my passport and papers," he said.
"What, no head?" I asked him, which made him laugh.
"Yes, I have my head," he said.
"You technically have two," I said, which made us both grin.
"You are bad," he said, hugging my waist as we walked towards our cars.

I was fortunate to have found a parking spot next to his car. I teased him that I had parked next to his car so that he could ask me for help locating it.

"You're so bad, teasing me because I am directionally challenged," he said to me, looking lovingly into my eyes.
"You always say that I am bad," I responded in a childlike voice.

He moved his luggage and computer bag into my car. He also got his blazer from his car. He always looks good, especially with this black blazer on. He also packed a bunch of protein shakes into his luggage and gave me one to try.

We chatted as I drove him to the airport. I stopped at the departures area. We talk way too much, to the point where the airport guy had to tell us to hurry up! My guy and I were holding hands as we were chatting. We finally decided that he had to check in.

"Are you going to be okay and behave? You know that when you don't, I get pissed off. You know what happens to bad girls when they piss me off?"
"Good things happen, like they did yesterday. Thank you," I said to him, hinting at the spanking that I got.

He got his bags out of my car's trunk. We kissed. He told me that we'd stay in touch, as always.

I am glad that I got to wish him a safe flight and drive him to the airport. It will be a long week without him, but I will be okay, as always.