Affectionate chomping and nibbling

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Attractive manager, and handjobs and blowjobs

I have a love-hate relationship with my current job position. I love training folks and working with students. I like research. I dislike incompetence and my huge workload. That's nothing new.

I was talking about it with my guy. We both don't exactly like the company's direction. We just grin and bear it.

My guy still urges me to continue finding employment elsewhere. I pointed out that I have not had a standard-of-living raise within the last two years. I have not received a bonus within the last three years.

I am currently dealing with a new project manager who thinks that she knows everything. Yet, she chimes into e-mails, which is irrelevant and adds more grief than necessary. She then flips it around to indicate that I seem unclear. Whatever. The proof is within the e-mail transcript that she is delusional.

She has set up a meeting for me to step through two documents for a final review with folks. I find it a waste of time, as we went through a first round of reviews. She can step people through it. After all, it's her meeting. I don't need to be there to walk folks through documents. People can read. She can handle this walk-through exercise, since she knows everything. Yes, read that last sentence with sarcasm.

She is a horrible communicator. I don't know where we get such incompetent project managers. Naturally, my manager just sits there and does nothing. It's probably because I have been handling everything well on my own.

Anyway, my guy and I had this chat about the situation.

"I think that it's great that you are looking for employment, as not getting any salary raise is not ideal," he sympathized.
"Yes, I haven't stopped. I just haven't found the right job," I noted.
"Fair enough. Once you find an attractive job, you can make your move," he agreed.
"If you were my attractive manager, I would definitely work for you. You'd have a job for me. A hand job, at least," I said.
"If I were your manager, we'd be doing a ton of jobs, like handjobs and blowjobs," he said.

It's nice when we incorporate some teasing and role-playing into our serious conversations.

Vacation and pending punishments

My vacation has started. I'm glad that I decided to stay at a different hotel in the same city in which my guy resides. It's nice.

I feel like I am on vacation. The floor lights automatically sense that I am about to enter the bathroom and greet me by lighting up. The TV is ridiculously crisp and large. The shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and soap are luxurious. The couch is all leather. Wow!

My guy has returned from his trip. We had this chat before he left two weeks ago:

"I got my car's licence sticker renewed for another couple of years," I had indicated.
"I know that I did back in March. I don't recall whether I stuck the sticker on my licence plate," he remarked.

Today, we both looked at his car. He has been driving with an outdated sticker for three months.

"If I did that, you would bend me over the car, pull down my shorts and panties, and spank me for forgetting," I noted.
"True," he replied, grinning.
"What should I do to you then?" I asked.
"How about giving me a blowjob?" he replied.

It's funny how our punishments are pleasurable.

A loveseat is perfect for a blowjob

My guy asked me whether I could suck his hard member's head. I was perfectly fine with the request. It had been quite some time since I gave him a blowjob.

The great thing about the hotel room's loveseat is that it is the perfect height for my guy to sit down while I go down on my knees to suck him. He loved my tongue licking his head and shaft. He also liked how my lips looked wrapped around him.

He was in ecstasy. Moments later, he came all over my hand as I had pulled out seconds earlier. He was happy. So was I.

I went to get a facecloth to clean my guy up.

"Let's go cuddle on the bed. I love cuddling up next to you," he said sweetly.
"I love your idea," I said.

It's wonderful having him back. We both have missed cuddling.

Z is for petting penis zoo #AtoZchallenge

Technically, z stands for zipping along, as in this challenge is over for me. It went by quickly.

Instead, I am marvelling over the penis, an organ that I have access to, thanks to my guy.

The other day, I was performing oral on my guy's erect penis and finished off by giving him a handjob. It amazes me how the penis starts in a dormant state and ends up being huge.

After we had cleaned up, we both watched my guy's member retract. When it was back at its dormant state, I asked him whether I could stroke it. If it was too sensitive, I didn't want to make things worse. My guy was fine with my caressing it.

Naturally, we were both in a dopey state of mind. We ended up talking about my gentle stroking and petting his member.

"I feel like I am at my own penis zoo, lovingly petting it," I said, which made us both laugh.
"I like this," my guy admitted.
"It's so smooth," I remarked.

It's not a usual thing for us to do. However, it's a relaxing, intimate form of affection that we both enjoyed.

Realizing a blowjob fantasy

Fairly early in our relationship, my guy had a fantasy of having me greet him when he first walks in to the room. I would take down his pants and briefs, and give him a blowjob. His penis would then get harder as I sucked him.

The problem? My guy's cock gets hard pretty fast.

It wasn't a problem yesterday. We can consider his fantasy to be completed successfully.

I waited in what seems to be our usual treehouse location across from where he teaches his course on Saturday nights. He drove over, parked next to my car, and joined me in my car.

"Hi," he greeted me.
"Hey," I replied.

My guy quickly pulled down his trousers and briefs, which was in record time.

"Can you suck me while my cock gets hard in your mouth?" he asked me.

I didn't hesitate to go down on my knees in the backseat of my car and give him a blowjob. He was enjoying the moment. I was, too. It was different feeling his erect member get larger in my mouth.

We learned a couple of things during this exercise. My guy loves to pleasure me while I am sucking on him. The problem with doing these acts together is that I get aroused quickly and often reach orgasm before he ejaculates. So, it is best that I simply pleasure him first. He can then work on me afterwards.

My guy loves touching me as I give him a blowjob. It doesn't work well when he had cold hands and he touches my sides. I'm ticklish to begin with, so the coldness makes it worse!

Anyway, he eventually came and was elated. I fumbled for some paper towel. We both helped clean up.

My guy signalled me to cuddle up against him. We were a bit out of practice, since it was a couple of weeks since we last had quality time.

He smelled nice. I love his aftershave. It is the same scent that he had on when we first started dating, which was fitting for this occasion.

Spontaneous meeting - sucking and spanking

My guy and I thought that we'd be meeting sometime next week. He is full of surprises.

On Saturday, he called me while driving to his class. His car's bluetooth connection isn't the best, but it's tolerable.

"Hey, can you meet me after class at 7 pm? I miss you," he told me.
"I can. I miss you, too," I replied without any thought.
"Can you give me a blowjob like last time?"he asked me seriously.
"Sure, I'd love to," I replied.
"I can then punish you for being bad," he replied.
"But, I'm a good girl," I said, playfully whining.
"Never!"

It was a fun time, as expected. I have a sore butt to prove it.

Treehouse time on Saturday night - part 1

On Saturday night, I waited for my guy to finish his course at 19:00. He came out of the building about fifteen minutes later. He looked over at my car and headed over to his.

He wore his new pink shirt that he bought at the liquidation centre. He looked good to me, as always. He drove over to my car, honked, and we drove across the street to an empty parking lot.

My guy came over to the passenger side of my car, said hi, and proceeded to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his cleanly shaved head, which he told me that he'd do, along with wearing his new shirt. He smiled.

I adjusted my seat and we headed into the treehouse. We held hands for a bit. My guy had cold hands, as it's Fall after all.

We cuddled. He put his left hand into my back pocket. He then lightly tapped my butt.

We kissed. He pulled down my lilac sweater, so that my shoulders were exposed. He kissed my neck and shoulders. We then locked lips again and kissed. He wanted to play with my breasts, so he pulled them out of my bra and did just that.

I am ticklish. The fact that his hands were cold made me even more ticklish when he ran them down my sides. He thought that it was cute, apologized, and we cuddled some more.

I touched his crotch. His penis was hard in his pants as we kissed.

We both ended up taking our pants and underwear down. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I proceeded to while he fingered me from behind.

I came first and ended up nuzzling his hard cock afterwards. He told me to rest there for a bit. I kissed his erect member. It responded by getting bigger. I continued sucking it while I was kneeling on the carpeted floor. Just before he ejaculated, I pulled it out of my mouth and jerked him off. He came all over my hand.

I went back to my seat and sat there. We both cleaned up. I then pulled my panties up, which made my guy upset that there wasn't any access. I told him that there was. I just had my panties on.

I caressed my guy's perfectly uniform head. We kissed a bit more. He then started slapping my butt.

"Do you have your ruler?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's on the front seat," I replied.
"Good, let's use it."

More about my spanking in my next post.

L is for lying in bed, watching Fifty Shades of Grey with my guy

Vacations are wonderful. I am longing for my next vacation, but have many fond memories of my recent one. My guy had to work, but he loved coming back to the hotel to be with me. We both loved spending so much time together than we usually do.

One evening, my guy asked if we could watch Fifty Shades of Grey. He is a movie guy and knows that I like the flick.

I thought that I could access my streaming account online, but it was finicky that evening. Instead, I had the movie on my phone, so we watched it on there.

My guy is a romantic. I knew that he would dislike Christian, for he was portrayed as being cold while Ana clearly wanted to be with him. He liked Dakota Johnson's portrayal of Ana. He also got turned on.

I got to point out some of my favourite moments in the movie, which were mostly the short spanking scenes. The movie wasn't over and my guy was pleasuring me.

Before I get to that part, it was nice to be in bed together, watching a flick, and cuddling. It was perfect.

My guy did pleasure me and it was wonderful. He also spanked me hard with his hand, which was wonderful and arousing.

I then gave him a blowjob. He absolutely loved it. He didn't even have to tell me that he was going to ejaculate. I could tell and he didn't disappoint.

Needless to say, my guy liked the movie.

Spanking and blowjob in Seattle

Hey, there! It has been a while. All is well in Seattle. My guy and I are enjoying ourselves here.

My guy and I watched Fifty Shades of Grey on my phone last night. It was his first time watching the movie. We both got turned on afterwards. I got a nice spanking and was pleasured. He got a blowjob in return and loved it. 

This morning, my guy gave my sore backside a couple of smacks as he walked past me. I love when he does that. 

I will write more soon. It's tough when you're on vacation, being a tourist and spending quality time with a sweet guy. 

Quality time after work - part 2

As nice as it was resting in my guy's arms after he had made me reach orgasm, I wanted to be spanked.

"Come across my lap," my guy stated in my ear.
"But, I want to sleep," I said.
"You can sleep after I have spanked you," he replied, as I went over his knee.
"Will this spanking hurt?" I asked him playfully.
"Of course, it will," he stated factually.

The punishment began. He had lifted my skirt and my black lacy panties were already down my ankles. He spanked each buttock hard with his bare hand. He said that I was a bad girl who has escaped a sound spanking for a while.

"But, I'm a good girl," I protested, as he continued giving each buttock a number of hard smacks.
"You are never a good girl. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to punish you at all."

My backside was starting to smart. I covered as much as my butt as I could with my left hand.

"Move your beautiful hand," he said.
"It hurts, though," I whined.

My guy removed my hand and spanked me some more. He tested to see how wet I was. I was extremely lubricated. He fingered me as I came. I then rested over his lap for a bit.

Eventually, I managed to lift myself off his lap and sit next to him. He cuddled and kissed me. I held him tight.

My right hand then grazed my guy's member, which was hard in his pants. I continued to stroke it for a bit, before I decided to unzip his pants. He helped unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants.

I rubbed my cheek against his hard cock. I then wrapped my teeth around it and gently started biting his erect penis. He loved how that felt. He couldn't stand it anymore. His underwear and pants came off. I then started giving him a handjob.

It was a different handjob today. My right hand was doing the usual work. My left hand was playing with his balls. My left hand's middle finger was playing with my guy's butthole. He liked that my pretty finger was fingering him as I jerked him off.

He came all over my hand. He was so lethargic afterwards that he started to sing. It was sweet.

We cleaned up. We cuddled some more. It was a perfect day.

Blowjobs at a Washington Redskins game

I suppose that this Washington Redskins game wasn't all that exciting to diehard fans. They apparently needed blowjobs to spice things up.

Perhaps football tickets are so cheap that these guys can shell out for some side... er, frontal entertainment.

Of note, the team plays at FedEx Field. These women performing the blowjobs got quite the delivery.

Spontaneous spanking for allegedly being a bad girl

This past Tuesday, my guy and I went out for lunch. We went to our usual restaurant. It was pretty busy.

We normally get a booth, but we got a table with two wooden chairs instead. We both sat down.

"My butt doesn't hurt," I remarked.
"We can change that," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"You are never a good girl. I need to punish you," he stated.
"When you look up good girl in the dictionary, my face is next to the definition," I teased.
"I don't think so. Your sore red bottom is the photo next to bad girl in that dictionary," he teased.

We had a good time catching up on our day and laughing. I ordered the spicy garlic chicken and he ordered the chilli beef. After we had finished eating, my guy paid and we headed to his car.

My guy made a surprising move and turned right.

"This way isn't to the office," I remarked.
"I know," he said, pulling into a parking lot where we had some treehouse fun the other day.

My guy parked his car.

"I want your butt in the backseat now. I have to punish you," he said.
"You don't have to," I said, playing a frightened little girl.

It has been ages since we went into the backseat of my guy's car. He has a two-door sedan, which can be a challenge climbing in and out of it. We were good doing it, though.

We looked at each other.

"We don't have much time, so I suggest that you go across my knee now," he stated firmly.
"Okay," I said, acting intimidated.

He spanked me with his hand across my dark blue pants. It hurt and I loved every moment. He scolded me for being a bad girl, with each smack seemingly landing harder across my bottom than the previous one. I tried to protect my butt with my hand, but he held it tight, away from my bottom as he continued to spank me. He then skillfully made me reach orgasm, which was a nice release for the afternoon.

I rested across his lap for a bit. He continued to lovingly smack my butt. I asked him whether he was going to stop. He continued. I finally made him stop by getting up and kissing him. We had a decent, passionate kissing session. One of my hands was brushing against my guy's hard cock, which he liked. We both enjoyed making out.

We had to get back to the office, so making my guy happy had to wait for a bit. We got back into the front of my guy's car and my guy drove us to the office.

"I'm still a good girl, right?" I asked him.
"Of course, not," he replied. "You haven't sucked me in ages."

He had a point. It's fun being his bad girl.

Y is for yes, please!

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Pubic hair - to trim or not to trim?

This post is different for me. So, bare with me.

I have never really trimmed my pubic area. I know for a fact that if I were to shave the entire area that I would have a ton of ingrown hairs. So, I have let the bush grow naturally.

My guy doesn't mind it at all. At first, he suggested trimming the area if I felt that the bushy area was getting long. However, he has always told me that he loves me the way that I am and the bushiness.

My guy, on the other hand, shaves his pubic hair. I appreciate that, especially when I give him a blowjob. He doesn't reciprocate and has never gone down on me. First, it doesn't do much for me. Second, it doesn't do much for him!

I am going to do something daring. I am going to try the trim method out by following these fine steps, just for a change. Apparently, I can get creative by trimming my pubic area such that it has a heart-shaped design. Perhaps I could do a smiley face with experience!

Q is for quality time

My guy and I love quality time. It's pretty evident from the posts that I have written so far!

It can be as simple as us cuddling together in bed. My guy can be groping my butt, which leads to a spanking. It is then my turn to give my guy a blowjob. It's fun and exciting. It's intimate and loving. It's just plain nice.

I enjoy curling up next to my guy after getting a hard spanking. He loves wrapping his arms around me when he is dopey. It's a wonderful, perfect feeling.

N is for nails - fingers and toes!

My guy is an observant person. He can tell when I have cut my bangs or whether I am wearing a new sweater.

When we first met up at the hotel in Montreal a week ago, we went up to the room, had a bit of fun, and then went back to my guy's rented car to find a place to grab some dinner. We found a nice deli a few blocks away.

My guy and I sat at a cozy booth. He looked at my nails and noticed the lavender purple nail polish that I had on. He liked it a ton and told me so as he continued holding my hands across the table.

After dinner, we drove back to the hotel. We both changed and hit the shower, with my going in first while my guy looked up the address of our office in Montreal.

When I stepped out of the shower, my guy looked down at my toes.

"Wow, you have dark purple nail polish on your toes," he said, nodding approvingly.
"Yes, you know that I love purple."
"I do. You have purple toenails and purple fingernails," he remarked. "And, you saw Fifty Shades of Grey earlier today. I see a pattern," he teased.

It's always good when your loved one notices such details. It feels great.

H is for hotel

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Quality time and a spanking after work

My guy met me at our usual spot after work last Friday. I parked next to his car and we both got into my car's treehouse.

I like the ritual that we have these days where we cuddle and talk about our day for a bit. It's nice.

My guy wanted to pleasure me first. He gently let me fall back against the backseat on my back. He was rubbing my crotch, which was nice.

"You know that you've been a pretty bad girl these days," he said, continuing to rub my crotch.
"No, that's not true," I playfully protested. "My bottom isn't sore, so I can't be a bad girl."
"Oh, yeah?" he questioned me. "I need to find an implement. What do you have?"

My guy was rummaging through the glove compartment. Luckily, I don't have much there. However, I did want a good spanking.

"I have a wooden ruler," I said.
"Go get it for me," he commanded.
"I don't want to," I whined. "If I get it, you'll use it on my poor bottom."
"Just get it," he repeated.

So, I reached over to the front storage area and found it. My guy was admiring the view of my butt as I fetched the ruler.

"Ah, perfect!" he said. "Come over here."
"But, I don't want to. You're going to make my bottom sore."
"That's the whole point," he reminded me.

I went over his lap. I have missed being slapped with a wooden ruler. I protested. He called me a bad girl.

I love when he slaps me in the same spot multiple times. It does hurt after a while, but I like the sensation. I get turned on more when he constantly tells me that bad girls like me need to be punished often.

He teased me by playing with my wet pussy, but then stopping to spank me some more, alternating between cheeks. He is mean, isn't he?

Eventually, he stopped spanking me. I could feel the sting afterwards, but I was too busy climaxing to ponder about it for a while. I came and rested over his lap.

I sat up briefly. He then fingered my butt. Again, it has been a while and it felt so good. Moments later, while kissing him on the lips, I came. He cleaned up and he held me in his arms.

Of course, it was time to reciprocate and make my guy feel good, too. I rubbed his penis, which was hard in his pants. He loved it so much. He couldn't take it anymore and let me handle his erect cock.

I gave my guy a blowjob. The treehouse is perfect, as there is plenty of room in the backseat of my car to kneel. It allows my guy to see me stare up at him as I am sucking him. It turns me on, too.

He came rather quickly. It was nice. It made us both happy.

Of course, we cleaned up and hugged each other. We had more dopey chats before we were alert enough to drive home.

Weekends should always start this way.

A hard spanking with a leather silicone paddle at the hotel

This post is part two of my fun evening with my guy at the hotel.

Before my guy kissed me and let me rest as he headed to his computer to teach an online course, he stood next to me, by my bedside, and told me that he was horny. It showed.

My guy's erect penis wanted to come out of his brown slacks. I was relaxed and dopey, but managed to hug my guy while rubbing my right cheek against his member. He liked that a lot.

He walked over to the other side of the bed to hug me some more. He was so aroused that he wanted me to touch his erect cock. He pulled it out of his slacks and briefs.

"You are so hard that I can hang my sweatshirt on you," I remarked. "Who needs a hook when I have you right now."

I held his penis in my right hand and and stroked it with my thumb. My guy loved it. I kissed the tip sweetly. My guy had two minutes before his course. I could tell that he was torn between having me jerk him off, but he managed to put his member back in his pants and do his other job.

I rested for a good half an hour before I got out of bed and managed to walk over to my guy's desk. There was a sofa next to the desk, so I sat there, drank some Diet Coke, and listened to my guy talk.

My guy reached for my chin and lovingly caressed it. He has told me that I have a cute chin. It has been ages since he has caressed it.

As he was talking, he caressed my breasts and played with my hard nipples. We then held hands for a while as he continued to teach his course. Luckily, it was only for an hour.

When he was done with the course, he shut down his laptop and looked at me sweetly.

"What are you doing up?" he asked me. "You should be resting in bed."
"I don't know," I replied. "I wanted to be closer to you."
"Come here," he said, taking both my hands and pulling me up on my feet. 

We headed back to the bed. He lifted up my skirt and gave me a good slap across my right buttock. It was time for my spanking.

My guy was standing behind me, with his body pressed up against me. He gently bent me over the end of the bed, with his body still against mine.

He walked over to get the leather silicone paddle. The anticipation of having a new implement used on my bottom excited me.

He lifted my skirt up and gave me several sharp smacks with the paddle. It was effective. I could feel my butt warming up immediately.

He lowered my lacy panties and continued paddling my bare bottom. At one point, he gave each buttock five rapid slaps across the same spot. It hurt a ton, to the point where my bare hands were clenching by sore backside for a while. He decided to take pictures of my pink bottom.

He lightly tapped both my hands, signalling that I needed to remove them from protecting my achy bottom. He wasn't finished with me. More hard slaps came down. He stopped when he told me that my backside was a pretty shade of pink.

Being the gentleman that he is, my guy pulled up my panties and fixed my skirt. He then gently sat in front of me on the edge of the bed and held my hands in his. I was kneeling in front of him.

"You know what happens now?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said in a childlike way.
"I think you do," he said playfully, smiling at me and resting his head against mine, which was affectionate and sweet.
"I want to suck you," I replied.
"Why should I let you suck me?" he asked me.
"Because I crave your hard cock. I want it badly."
"Okay, I will let you," he agreed.

I carefully unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and helped him remove both his briefs and slacks. I held his erect member in my hand for a bit. I then had to get the strawberry-flavoured gel.

I came back to him and his penis was starting to get limp. I spread the gel with my fingers around it and proceeded to lick his member, which got hard in my mouth the more I sucked it. We had talked about my giving him a blowjob when his penis is at a limp state and gets harder. It was realized this evening.

I slowly took his big cock out of my mouth, which turned him on so much. He managed to snap photos of my doing that. He truly enjoyed the experience so much that he came in record time. My entire hand was fully coated with his cum.

We rested for a bit before I had enough strength to head over to the bathroom to get towels. I helped clean my guy up. He thanked me. We kissed and rested for a bit.

My guy and I were standing up at one point. We were in an embrace. He caressed my buttocks, which were sore to the touch.

"My bottom hurts," I whined playfully like a little girl.
"I'm sorry," he said, laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked him.
"Because I'm not sorry," he admitted.
"You're a sweet meanie," I replied, hugging him tightly.