Pickpocketing before a spanking

I am a reflective person. Earlier this month, when my guy and I were doing a staycation. we were sitting on the bed in our hotel room.

"I can't wait to spank you," he said.
"You don't have to. I've been good," I replied.
"No, you haven't," he replied.

I took his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans.

"Can you tell me what your password is?" I said, holding his phone.
"What are you doing? You can't be pickpocketing," he said, taking the phone away from me.

It's fun being mischievous. And, yes, I got a nice, hard spanking.

Purple massage gifts from my guy

Before I drove my guy to the airport, he had a plastic bag in his hand.

"I got you some goodies. These are for you," he said.
"Thanks! What's the occasion?" I asked him.
"They were purple. I just wanted to get them for you," he said.

As of late, I have noticed a theme. For my birthday, he got me a cool massager for my neck, back, and more.

The two purple items are also massage-related. One was a finger massager, which is wonderful. The other one was a manual roller massager for your calves, thighs, and whatever else.

My guy knows that I like to unwind. He also wants to make sure that I am relaxed. He knows that purple is my favourite colour. He's thoughtful, as usual. He is also a good gift giver.

Memories of a tram and more

On Saturday afternoon, my guy called me. I missed his call by nine minutes. I was on the road, driving. I eventually pinged him and we chatted.

He is currently in Istanbul.

"Remember the tram that we took when we were on the Asian side of Istanbul?" he asked me.
"Yes, I do," I said, reminiscing.
"It's gone. Even the tracks have been covered up," he said, breaking the news.
"Oh, no. I liked that tram. You took a photo of me when we were on it. Now, that photo means more than ever," I replied.
"It sure does," he agreed.
"I remember your telling me about when you were a kid trying to hop on the train and it didn't end that great," I said.
"Yes, that's true," he laughed. "You have an amazing memory."
"Thanks, sweetie," I replied.

It's good that we both have fond memories of the city and more.

Driving and a handjob

Last Saturday, I wanted to drive my guy to the airport. We got in my car and I started to pull out of the parking lot at work.

We held hands. He guided his hand to his crotch.

"You're hard," I remarked.
"I am," he admitted.

After caressing his hard member, he couldn't stand it any longer. He released his erect penis for me to touch.

Here is a first. I was driving and playing with his stick shift. I don't recommend it if you can't drive with one hand. However, my doing manual car lessons in the past have helped here.

He was enjoying it. We did have a bit of an obstacle along the way.

"There's a bus. We can't have passengers see your hard cock. We'll need to put your penis away," I pointed out.
"Okay," he said, highly aroused.

I was stopped at the light. The bus was a couple of lanes to my right. We were at the stop line together. I looked down and over. My guy had clasped his hands together, with his member's head sticking out, but camouflaged nicely.

"It looks like you have an extra big thumb," I said, impressed.
"Yes," he said.

I turned left. I continued driving and jerking him off.

"You like when I jerk you off any time that you want me to, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, I do," he said.
"You'd like to f*ck me anywhere. You know that I like when you do," I said.

My guy came pretty fast. It was impressive. I pointed to my car's glove compartment. He got some napkins and we both cleaned up. All these events happened before we got to the departures level of the airport.

He was dopey. I could tell that he enjoyed this moment. I liked it, too. I did it all safely, without even looking at his cock while jerking him off. It was fun and different, but I can't see doing it all the time.

Evil eye bracelet and horniness

I had a good chat with my guy as I drove home from work last night. He was his usual sweet self, asking what I would like from Istanbul.

When we first started dating, I had an evil eye bracelet. It was a western version of the evil eye. The bracelet was sterling silver, except for the eye, which was a light blue colour. The eye itself was round. Sadly, I broke that bracelet. It was pretty dainty.

I got a replacement evil eye bracelet after that. The chain seemed less dainty. The evil eye was oval in shape and the blue colour was more pronounced. I also managed to break that bracelet. I tried fixing it, but it was a lost cause.

I asked my guy for a Turkish evil eye bracelet. I never thought about getting one while I was there, for I still had my evil eye one in working condition. If there is a place to get one, Istanbul is the place.

"No problem. Consider it done," he said.
"Thanks, sweetie," I said.
"You're very welcome, sweetness."

I also liked how he ended our call.

"Be good. If you are bad, I will need to spank you when I am back," he said.
"Now I'm horny as I drive home," I said.

He knows how to make me a happy good girl.

Helpdesk, and hard and soft options

My guy is doing well in Turkey. Sadly, he is having laptop issues.

"I'm with the IT helpdesk," he said.
"Oh, no. What's wrong?" I asked him.
"I can't connect to our network," he replied.
"Are you going through the Sarah certificate way or are you doing the soft token?" I asked him.
"I like Sarah," he said, likely with a grin.
"Of course. You love the female persuasion," I replied.
"You know me too well," he noted.
"If you choose the soft option, you may get hard," I suggested.

It's fun that we can make an annoying problem fun. He left the helpdesk guy to do his thing as my guy said goodnight to me and went off to bed.

Erasure - Chains of Love

I just came back from seeing Erasure in concert. I haven't seen this duo in a decade. It was such a fun, energetic show!

Here's one of their songs that was on the setlist tonight -- Chains of Love.

I'm off to bed. Hopefully, I can fall asleep!

Special, memorable kiss

My guy is a good kisser. It's a combination of how he kisses and the fact that he has full lips. It also doesn't hurt that I have full lips, too.

I always enjoy when we kiss. Some kisses end up being particularly special. We had such a moment recently.

After my guy had put all his luggage and stuff in my car so I could drive him to the airport, he headed over to his car to make sure that he had everything.

"Do you have your passport and everything?" I asked him.
"Yep, I do," he said, standing next to the driver's side of the car with the door open.
"You can hand me your car keys. I will take care of your car," I said.
"Um, no," he said firmly.

He closed his side of the door. I held my hand for the keys. He pretended to give me his keys. Instead, he held his hand in mine, placed our hands behind my back and he hugged me. Naturally, I reciprocated. It was a loving, warm embrace.

We got out of it and we locked lips. It was the sweetest, passionate kiss. Without saying anything, it meant so much. I will miss you. I love you. You're sweet.

It was memorable.

He then groped my left buttock, which made me happy. He fondled my right breast. We kissed some more, with my caressing his nicely shaved head.

Even though we have been a couple for a while, our love always feels new.

Getting smacks for helping him unload items in his car's trunk

My guy and I had a decent late lunch or early dinner, depending how you look at it. We had delicious food (spicier than usual) and great conversation. In less than an hour, we were out the door.

We headed over to our cars and drove to the office. I asked whether my guy would be okay, as he was getting sleepy in the restaurant. He went to sleep at 6 am. On a good note, he is on Turkey time already.

He got to the office parking lot before I did. I had to deal with a confused driver in the parking lot.

I parked next to his car. He had four items to put into my tiny car. Luckily, everything fit. I took his small suitcase and rolling computer bag out of his car's trunk.

My guy always tells me to stand there and not lift a finger. My back is a bit flaky and he always feels that he should do the heavy lifting. I feel awkward standing there, so I end up taking some lighter items out of his car's trunk.

"I told you to look cute. I can take care of lifting everything," he said to me.
"I just wanted to help," I said, loading an item in my car.
"You're such a bad girl," he said, walking past me and giving me a smack across my right buttock.
"You're so mean," I said, smiling at him.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked rhetorically, loading another item in my car and giving me another smack across my left buttock as he passed by.

It's fun when he enjoys being Mr. Meanie.

Restaurant date and a light lovetap

My guy called me on his way to the office.

"I'm on the highway. I should be there at 4 pm or 4:10 pm," he advised.
"Do you mean 4:20 pm or 4:30 pm?" I teased.
"Noooo," he replied.
"I'm at work right now," I advised.
"Really? Why so early?" he asked me.
"I've been running errands for over three hours. I needed to empty my bladder, so I'm at work," I explained.
"I see. Okay, I'll see you in a bit. Happy peeing!" he said.
"Thanks! Save driving," I replied.

Just after 4 pm, he called me again.

"Hey, I'm at the restaurant," he said.
"Cool. I'm about two minutes away. I'm nearly there," I replied.

I managed to park next to his car. We both got out. I had misplaced my wallet, but managed to find it in my computer bag.

"How are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm good. How about you?" I asked.
"Great," he replied.

He held the restaurant door open. I went through it and he lightly smacked my left buttock.

I gasped in a fake surprised expression, except that I was happy. He smiled. He likes when he makes me happy and horny.

Tired, but happy

I am exhausted. The combination of doing various activities in hot summer temperatures and humidity, on top of going to work and being social after work, has contributed to my being tired and sleepy.

After work on Friday, I grabbed a bit of dinner, drove to a parking lot close to home, and took a nap in my car. The windows were down. The humidity had died and a nice breeze was present. I napped for a good twenty minutes, which did me a ton of good.

I didn't think that I could make it home to nap. I'm glad that I chose my car.

It's also that time of the month for me. I feel bloated and even more tired. Fun!

Luckily, the weekend has begun. I get to sleep in a little bit before I meet with my guy for lunch. Yay!

Travelling and having a late lunch date beforehand

My guy is travelling to Turkey for business again. This time, it's only for a week.

"Did you want to meet for a late lunch before you fly off on Saturday?" I asked him.
"Sure. I can get there by 4 pm," he replied.
"Maybe we should meet at 3 pm. That way, you're there on time at 4 pm," I teased.
"I'm better at being punctual these days," he claimed.
"We'll see. I can take you to the airport," I noted.
"Thanks, sweetie," he said.

It's nice to have a late lunch date before dropping him off at the airport.

World Cup pool aftermath

I didn't win the World Cup pool at work. I came fourth. I did better than I had expected.

When I first broke the news to my guy, he told me not to be sad. He said that I had a great run. He was right.

He reinforced that feeling the other night.

"I'm so proud of you. You're not European or male, and you managed to give everyone a run for their money," he said.
"You're being your sweet self," I replied.
"No, I really mean it. You were a threat and you predicted well," he noted.
"Thanks, sweetie. I was the top female, which is something to be proud of," I replied.

It was fun. I am glad that I don't have to think about the World Cup for another four years.

Keto diet and Mr. Meanie

My guy called me from the gym. I like when he works out and chats with me.

He was excited to learn about the keto diet. It's like the Atkins diet, but there seems to be a fasting component, too.

Doing a low-carb diet did me a world of good. I lost sixty pounds and have maintained it over the past six years or so. I got so inspired talking to my guy. I have re-introduced carbs in my diet, but I feel like going back to eating salads instead of sandwiches for lunch.

"I have only been on this diet for a week. I like it so far, " he admitted.
"That's great. Keep at it," I encouraged him.
"It's not like I want to be mean and lean. I just want to control my sugar levels," he explained.
"Well, you are my Mr. Meanie, so you're half of that still," I teased.

We laughed. I like when he tells me about things that excite him. He likes when I listen to him and get equally as enthusiastic.

Former math professor is with his fractals in heaven

The other day, I was talking to my mini-me colleague at work about my second-year calculus professor that I had in my undergraduate years. Yesterday, I did a survey sent by my alma mater.

After completing the survey, while on my university's Web site, I did a departmental search of the Math faculty. This professor wasn't on the list. Perhaps he had retired.

I did a search on Google. Sadly, he had passed away nearly two years ago from cancer.

This man was such a gentle soul. He was fully bilingual (English and French) and bright. I didn't realize that he was Jewish, as his last name is waspy.

The last time that I saw him was probably in the early 2000's. I had come to visit a former computer science professor on campus and this professor was on the same floor. We chatted. It was nice. I have fond memories of our conversation. 

May he rest in peace and enjoy the fractals in his new universe.

Surviving shopping at a liquidation centre and talking about long items

My guy and I visited our favourite liquidation centre. We both like this place for various reasons. It's nice that you can get quality items at highly discounted prices.

What I don't like is being trampled on by aggressive shoppers. We went when the store decided to do a 50% off clothing sale.

My guy was a happy camper. He lucked out, as there weren't as many aggressive guys shopping in the men's clothing section. He got some nice exercise t-shirts and pants.

I frankly gave up looking at the women's clothing. It was an ugly sight seeing women fight over clothes that they have yet to pay for.

On a good note, I did well in the food aisles. I got a ton of almond beverage and a box of healthy snack bars. I also got a 10-foot USB C cable in the technology aisle. My guy was impressed.

"That's pretty long," he said to me when I tried the cable back at the hotel room.
"Hey, I say that about your hard member. That's my line!" I joked.

We went back the following day and the savage shoppers were long gone. I managed to get two pairs of corduroy pants and a pair of capri lounge pants. Each one was $5. I also got another USB C cable.

I love how happy my guy is at this place. He had this permanent smile on his face on both days in this store. It's sweet seeing him so happy getting discounts on items, which makes me happy.

Having a quick treehouse moment and retracting a hard cock

The other day, my guy and I were horny. We had just finished eating lunch.

As we were walking out the door, my guy came up close to me and groped my left buttock. Yep, that did it for me.

He asked if we could have some quality time in the backseat of my car. We were at a plaza. I said that we should move somewhere remote. He couldn't wait. I had a feeling that it wasn't the best place. I was parked fairly close to the restaurant's entrance.

Anyway, we headed to the treehouse. He pleasured me once both my shorts and panties were pulled down. Moments later, I came. It was great and I was immediately lethargic.

I then played with my guy's crotch. Hard cock? Check.

He took his erect member out of my jeans and briefs. I was jerking him off.

My weird inclination came true. Out of nowhere, a woman decided to park next to my car. We put his penis away. She got out of her car and walked over to the restaurant.

"Why did she have to park next to us? It's 16:00 and there are only three cars in front of the restaurant!" my guy said in a borderline outraged voice.
"See, I told you that we should have moved somewhere else," I replied.
"I should have listened to you. I just wanted you so much," he said sweetly.
"I know. I can play with you elsewhere," I noted.
"That would be great," he replied, smiling.

It's never a dull moment in our lives.

Dealing with a cough with lemon

My cold has developed in a cough with some mucous. How charming!

Tonight, I visited a tea place and got an iced lemon green tea. This place is generous with the lemon ratio. I also got tapioca in it for free.

I felt much better drinking it. I generally have a hot lemon drink in the morning. It seems that I need to overdose on the lemon these days.

Reaching over to give a handjob

I reached over to find my guy's crotch. As expected, he was hard. I stroked his member in his jeans.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. I got to hold and play with his extremely erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He envisioned me being there all the time for his pleasure.

He loved the thought so much that he came. Cum came out like a fountain. He was happy and dopey. I was already in dopey mode, so we were a matching couple.

I like when I make him ejaculate. Mission accomplished.

First day back at work and I'm sick already

Tuesday was my first day back at work. I seem to have caught a cold.

Summer colds are the worst. It's hot outside and I feel overheated blowing my nose. Ugh!

Luckily, I get to work from home today, so I will take it easier than I normally do.

Being dopey after a handful of orgasms

After my guy had pleasured me a handful of times, we stretched out on the bed and cuddled for a bit. I reached down to play with his member, but ended up touching a different hard object.

"What's that?" I asked him, feeling an object similar to his hard cock.
"It's a hose attachment for hard water," he said, pulling it out of his pocket.
"It's looks like a butt plug," I pointed out, which made him smile.
"I need to go to the hardware store and get a replacement," he explained.
"I already have a hardware store here with you," I said.

I was pretty dopey. I held the hose attachment and looked through it.

"Hey, there's a hole. I can see!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," my guy said endearingly.
"Whoa, I can see your eyeball! I'll put it down," I said, scaring myself, which made him laugh.

I then decided to talk through it as if it were a microphone.

"Is anybody home?" I asked.
"I love when you're dopey," my guy said, kissing me.

It was partially his fault for getting me to this state. No complains from either of us, though!

Fun, hard spanking

When my guy and I returned to our hotel room, he continued to play with my nipples under my t-shirt. I had no bra on.

"Can you let me take my sandals off first?" I asked him politely.
"I just want you badly," he said, being his boyish self.

I got my sandals off. We kissed.

"I want to spank you," he said, pulling down my shorts and panties. "Bend over the bed."
"Okay," I said obediently and with excitement, which resulted in a lovetap on my left buttock.
"Did you bring the paddle?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's in my luggage," I replied. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"I would still find another way to spank you, you know," he said.

He went rummaging through my luggage and found it.

"Do you have a rubber glove?" he asked me.
"I don't think I have one," I said, which resulted in a smack across my right buttock.
"Let me see if there's a shower cap," he improved.
"There isn't one," I noted. "I have one in my purse."

He went rummaging through my purse. It has tons of pockets. I asked him to simply bring it to me on the bed, as I was still bent over. Sure enough, I found it. Again, another lovetap happened across my left buttock.

"I found what you were looking for. I shouldn't be spanked," I said.
"Yes, you do. You're my bad girl," he noted.
"No, I'm your good girl," I noted.

He took the leather paddle out of its protective covering. He called me his bad girl and he diligently smacked each buttock with it. I squirmed. It was starting to hurt. He paddled me a bit harder, which made me say that it hurt. He continued and I got extremely wet.

He fingered me. I came hard. I lay bent over the bed limp. He wasn't done with me. He fingered both my wet pussy and my butt. Moments later, I came hard yet again.

He went to clean up. I pulled myself onto the bed. He joined me moments later and we cuddled.

He continued to lightly smack my bare butt. He likes doing that after delivering a good spanking. I love it, too.

Perfect storm and hard nipples

The other day, I got back to the hotel just before 14:00. My guy followed suit, but was delayed by about fifteen minutes.

I love the hotel that we are staying at. Normally, the room is made fairly early in the morning. However, on this particular day, it hadn't been made.

The perfect storm then happened. My guy called and said that he was coming up to the room. I also got a knock on my door. It was housekeeping, asking if my room could be made up.

It has been pretty hot and humid as of late. On this particular day, I took off my bra to dry myself off. When housekeeping knocked on my door, I put my t-shirt on without my bra on.

I asked how long it would take to do my room. The woman said ten minutes. Cool.

Once I opened the door again, my guy was there. I said that we could go downstairs in the lobby and chat. I also pointed out that I didn't have a bra on, which excited my guy.

While waiting for the elevator, my guy played with my nipples. Naturally, they went hard.

We went downstairs and sat down on comfortable leather seats. I caressed his head. He gently played with my breasts some more.

We were there for a good fifteen minutes. We felt that it was safe to go back upstairs.

We got on the elevator. He continued playing with my nipples and made them hard again.

Boys will be boys, particularly this boy.

Birthday gifts and snuggles

My guy, besides taking me out to a movie and lunch, got me some wonderful birthday presents.

He bought me Turkish apple tea. I fell in love with this stuff when we were in Istanbul together. He went one step further and got me the tea in a beautiful tin. I had previously bought the tea in a box.

He also got me a massager. It's the type that you can wrap around your neck, wrists, waist, and more. It's fancy. I love it.

We spent tonight snuggling in bed and chatting. I love when we have quiet moments. It's nice.

Elastigirl's butt

My guy and I went to see Incredibles 2 on my birthday. We had this conversation afterwards.

"Is it me or did Elastigirl's butt get bigger?" he asked me.
"She's got a tiny waist and larger hips, so her butt does look bigger," I said.
"Not that I'm complaining, but I thought that her butt looked bigger than the first movie," he said.
"You just like butts," I remarked.
"I do. I love yours a lot, for instance," he said.
"I know. I love yours, too," I replied.

Yep, we are butt people.

Striped t-shirt and butt

My guy and I had the following conversation the other day at the restaurant:

"Is that a new polo shirt?" I asked him.
"I have had this one for a while," he confirmed.
"I know that you have a blue one and a yellow one. I have never seen you wear this grey and white striped shirt," I pointed out.
"It reminds me of my spanking your bare butt and the hand mark that is left behind. The fingers look like stripes," he pointed out.

Naturally, that remark made me wet and horny.

My birthday - touching in our booth

Today's my birthday. My guy and I went out to see Incredibles 2. Yep, I don't mind being surrounded by kids. It's so not a kids-only flick. It's great!

My guy took me out to a restaurant by the movie theatre afterwards. I had grilled salmon with ancient grains (it tasted like wild rice, but better), broccoli, and spinach. It was really good. I got a grilled lemon to squeeze all over my dish. It feels good to eat light and healthy, especially when it has been hot.

My guy got a burger with fries. There was a cute little pickle skewered on top of his burger.

"It looks like your member before it gets hard," I remarked.
"You're funny," he said, chuckling.

We got a booth. We sat next to each other. I was wearing shorts. He couldn't help but to caress my bare right leg. He then wandered over to my crotch. Our food came, so the wandering stopped for a bit.

I got to play with his hard cock under the table. It's nice that we can't keep our hands to ourselves.

We kissed. I could taste the mustard and ketchup from him. I'm sure he could taste the lemon basil sauce on my lips.

He groped my butt and said that he wanted to spank me. I groped his in return, which turned me on.

The restaurant wasn't too busy. It was nice foreplay to have in a public setting.

World Cup fever

I am in a World Cup pool at work. There are roughly three women in a heavily male-dominated office pool.

"I am leading the pool," I told my guy.
"Really? That's cool!" he exclaimed.
"Thanks. I have been leading for over a week. I hope that I can hang on. That's the bonus that I never got at work this year," I replied.
"I have full confidence that you'll win it," he said, smiling.

My guy loves when he learns new things about me. I am a hockey fan. However, I have loved watching World Cup games since 2002. I got laid off in the States that year and moved back to Canada. I had nothing better to do than watch games at odd hours of the day.

Here's hoping that I can hang on and win.

Happy Canada Day!

Today is Canada's 151st birthday. It looks pretty darn good for this country's age.

I am enjoying being on vacation. I just finished watching the fireworks.