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.

Orgasms, ejaculation, and treehouse fun

My guy and I arrived at the office and parked. He is incredibly boyish at times.

"Could you drive me to the airport?" he asked me, looking at my car's trunk that I had opened.
"Of course," I said, with both of us knowing that we'd spend more time together.

He had three items to transport to my car. One was a box with his training materials. Another was his suitcase. The third was his computer rolling bag.

My car is smaller than his tank of a car. We agreed that we'd use his car as the treehouse and loaded everything in my car's trunk and backseat.

We got into my guy's car. It was a warm day -- summer-like in temperature. I asked if he could open the windows. He did.

We hugged. We kissed. I was wearing shorts. He hugged my bare legs and caressed them.

"You have the sexiest legs that I have ever seen," he commented.
"You're sweet, as usual," I replied.

We snugged up to each other. I caressed his chest over his blue shirt.

"I love your chest," I said.
"I love yours, too," he replied, groping my right breast, which made me laugh.

He played with me. He ran his hands up and down my legs. He eventually found out how wet I was. He fingered me until I came. I loved it, as usual.

I wanted to give him a handjob. He let his hard cock out for me to hold and play with. He likes pleasing me so much that he made me orgasm again while I was trying to make him cum.

Eventually, I did successful make him ejaculate. It helps that I like telling him stories. He came pretty fast.

"I remember when we were in Istanbul and were heading to the train. We were on an escalator. I went to grab your hand and got your balls instead," I said.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"You gave the impression that it was bad for me to do that in public. Secretly, you wanted me to play with you there," I said.
"That's true," he said, getting harder by the minute.
"You like f*cking me. If you wanted to at 2 am, you'd wake me up and say so," I noted.
"I'd love that," he replied.
"I need to sleep next to you naked. That way, when you want to have me, you can instantly," I said.

With that little story, he came all over my hand and thigh. It was great.

We cleaned up. My guy bend over to start the car. I admired his bare butt and groped it.

"Ooh, butt! I love eye candy," I replied.

It was a good day together.

Sweaters, kisses, and cuddling

I love when my guy showers me with kisses. He did that the other day when we were both sitting on the loveseat.

On Boxing Day, we had a discussion about sweaters.

"I love when you wear v-neck sweaters. It makes me think about what I want to do with you and your boobs," he admitted.
"I like v-necks sweaters because they elongate my neck. I feel like I have a short neck," I remarked.
"I don't think that you have a short neck. I have kissed your neck, shoulders, and back. I love every inch of you," he said sweetly.

He is a sweetie.

"Let's move to the bed. We can get under the covers and cuddle," he said.
"Sounds good," I said.

Naturally, we got ourselves comfortable on the king-sized bed... and then some.

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.

"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.

I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.

"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.

I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

N is for nipple #AtoZchallenge

On Saturday, my guy and I were seated in his car. He was sweet to help me put my seatbelt on.

He leaned over from the driver's side to find my seatbelt and clicked me into my seat. It reminded me of the Charlie Tango helicopter scene in Fifty Shades of Grey, the movie.

He then proceeded to caress and fondle my left breast. I could feel my nipple instantly get hard.

"Do you feel safe?" he asked me.
"My left boob does," I replied, which made him smile.

He's all for making sure that I am safe, especially when I am in his arms.

Spanking me and potentially spanking him

This week has been a bonus good week with my guy. He came into the office to talk to various folks about an upcoming course that he is planning out. 

On Monday, I had a last-minute meeting to go to. Unfortunately, we couldn't go out for lunch together. However, I did manage to drop by the room that he was in a couple of times.

My guy gently brush my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my left ear. He admired my pink earrings again and told me that liked them. He also looked at my helix piercing and played with the beaded hoop.

He can't keep his hands off me at times. I am not complaining. He simply is making up for lost time. He managed to caress my breast by going under my v-neck purple sweater to play with it. 

I had to go to my meeting. I was standing up and mentioned that my butt was still sore from the spanking I got from him on Saturday. He gave me a couple of smacks. He's so mean, but I liked it.

He told me that we should explore spanking him one of these days. On Saturday, I caressed his butt, told him that I liked it and found it attractive, and gently gave him a few lovetaps. He enjoyed them.

Miracles can happen. I am glad that he is open to trying out being spanked.

Rubbing, kissing, and hugging after work

Towards the end of my workday on Monday, I had the urge to ping my guy on our work instant messaging application.

"Are you done for the day?" I asked him.
"Yes. You?" he reciprocated.
"I am. Yay!"
"Would you like to drop by?" he asked me.
"Sure."

I'd say roughly fifteen minutes later, I went to visit him on the third floor. He was sitting in front of his computer, answering e-mails.

We chatted. We held hands. He likes when I am affectionate. I like it when he is, too.

My guy stood up and rubbed the back of my arm. He then moved towards caressing my left breast.

"You are so bad," I said to him.
"It feels good, right?" he asked rhetorically.

It has been a while since he has leaned over while he is standing and I am sitting to kiss me. It was such a sweet kiss. I caressed his head with my right hand as we kissed, with his lips being perpendicular to mine.

I reached over to caress his hard cock. He liked that. I don't normally do it, but it was a lot of fun. He asked me to do it more often. I simply replied that I am and will.

Just before we left the room to head out, my guy and I embraced and kissed some more. It's nice when we are both in the office. It makes work more bearable for both of us.

A laptop and a planned hard spanking on a Friday afternoon

Last Friday, my guy drove to the office in the afternoon to fetch his laptop from our IT department. He then had some steps to do to restore his data.

My department has these software development sessions every other Friday. It's to share knowledge and strengthen our competence to do our jobs better.

My guy and I are no longer in the same department. However, the information that he needs to do his job still comes from my department. So, I forwarded him the invitation to these development sessions. He attended his first one that day.

We both agreed after the session that developers are not good at presenting a decent picture of why someone would need to use a software feature. Rather, they are more concerned about describing what they have done from a technical perspective, which left some product managers in the same session rather confused.

My guy left the room early. I could tell that he was not impressed with the session. He left his instructions on how to restore his data next to me. I texted him and asked where he was. He decided that he wanted to start restoring his data first, but obviously couldn't do it without the details that he had left next to me. He told me to come see him on the third floor. So, I did.

He was glad to see me and the instructions. I caressed his back while we were talking. I could tell that he liked that a lot.

Anyway, we both worked away for the next 1.5 hours. I texted him and asked how the data restoration was going. He said it was still progressing and asked whether I wanted to join him. I was done with work, so I packed up and went down to the third floor to see how he was.

We had a nice chat. My guy had simply picked up his laptop and only had ten minutes left before his laptop's battery would die. Naturally, I had my laptop charger with me, so we used it to keep his data restoration going.

At one point, I rested my head on his shoulder as we waited for the restoration to finish. He rested his head on top of mine. It sparked my guy to get turned on.

"The v-neck pink sweater that you are wearing is making me want to take a look under it to see your breasts," he admitted.
"Too bad your laptop is taking a while," I replied, placing one hand on his thigh while caressing his back with the other hand.

My guy was rubbing the back of my right thigh, which was so pleasurable. He couldn't resist but to reach over and squeeze my left breast under my sweater. I gently caressed the back of his neck, which he loved.

Just after 18:00, his laptop's data was restored. I love when he is boyish.

"Let's go have treehouse time!" he exclaimed.
"I'd like that," I replied.
"I can still spank you while you're having your period, right?" he asked me, like the gentleman that he is.
"Yes, you can."
"Good, because I want you to have a sore bottom for a couple of days."

Fridays are great when we are both in the office.

Timezones and a timely smack

My guy is in New Zealand on business for a couple of weeks. He has nearly been there for a week. Let's just say that the time difference is a pain.

When I was in New Orleans, when it was midnight for me, it was still a decent time for both of us to chat. On Wednesday night, he started a conversation with me at 01:30. By the time we were done an hour later, I was exceptionally sleepy.

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I spent a bit of time after work together. He asked that I meet him in a conference room. I did. I wasn't expecting any quality time, but he has subtle ways to hint that he wanted me to be satisfied before he would leave for his trip.

We were about to leave and I was putting the TV remote (yes, we have huge flat-screen TVs in our conference rooms) in its holder behind the TV set. He came over and groped my backside, followed by rubbing my crotch area. Yes, he is subtle! I was instantly aroused.

Moments later, he groped my left breast, followed by giving my right buttock a smack. I told him that I was horny now. He liked the response. He told me that he wanted to pleasure me in the treehouse, which made me happy. We hugged and kissed in the conference room before we left.

We drove into the underground parking lot at work. We went into his car and made out for a bit before me made me reach orgasm. Although this session was considered a quick one, it was enjoyable, as is always the case when we are together.

He told me that we'd talk on Skype while he was away. He has held his promise. We have been talking almost daily, which has helped a lot.

Rough week at work, self-pleasure, and a birthday spanking request

This week has been a rough one for me at work. You would think that a shorter workweek would be a breeze. Sadly, it doesn't seem to be the case for me after a three-day long weekend.

On Tuesday, the junior writer on my team said that she was "low" due to being at the hospital with her father-in-law overnight on Monday. She said that she was going to use a sick day. She didn't bother to tell the entire team for the remainder of the week that she was going to be away from work. She eventually did call our boss and he told me.

Well, I didn't hear from her directly until Friday. She frustrates me in that she takes a ton of time off (for example, she took a month off late last year, which was mostly upaid time) and I end up picking up the slack. I won't be able to do that for our upcoming software release. A new writer joined the company on Tuesday. Needless to say, I have been busy trying to get her settled.

What was frustrating about getting her set up with the tools that she needs to do her work was that her laptop wasn't ready until Thursday afternoon. Ugh! I had to spend her first three days showing her various tools and documentation from my laptop. As a result, I have not done much of my regular work.

Add to this mess the fact that my guy had to cancel having lunch with me on Tuesday and Wednesday. He also could not meet with me after work on the latter day, which was my low point of the week.

Tuesday after work was nice, though. I visited my guy in our training room. We talked for a bit. He closed the door and dimmed the lights. He pulled my rolling chair close to his. My leg went over his. We kissed passionately. I caressed his head. He fondled my right breast and admired my black bra strap peeking out from under my purple sweater. He played with me. He made me reach orgasm and he held me tight afterwards, which I needed and always love.

It is nice when he kisses the palm of my hand. I ended up lovingly caressing his chin while he did that.

I will write about Thursday in another post. Sorry if my thoughts are all over the map.

My guy is off to Madrid tomorrow. Once again, I will be missing him. Sure, he is away for a week, but it doesn't make it any easier.

Getting back to the long weekend, I missed him so much on Saturday. I was reading a blog post in which a man was getting back at his sister-in-law for giving him a birthday spanking. She got a birthday spanking on her special day. I have always been so turned on by the thought of either getting or receiving a birthday spanking. After having read that blog post, I was horny to no end. I had to pleasure myself to get some relief. I did.

It's interesting, but I have never truly received a birthday spanking from my guy since we have been an item. Perhaps it is because I get spanked often that I never really noticed. I believe that the main reason is that my guy is often on the road when it is my birthday. We end up celebrating it before or after his trip, and I wind up getting a regular spanking. I am not complaining! These observations finally dawned on me.

This year, I will suggest that I get a birthday spanking. I simply want one. That's all.

Hey, a (Skype) connection!

Mondays are typically blah for me. After an enjoyable weekend, it takes me longer to get back into the groove and do work. This Monday was no exception -- or so I thought.

My guy's last e-mail indicated that the hotel room that the clients had booked for him was in horrible condition. My guy didn't even unpack his belongings. Instead, he connected his laptop to the Internet, did a bit of research, and checked in to a different hotel room. This client wasn't willing to pay for a liveable room for him, opting to try and reduce its costs. My guy would have none of that nonsense.

Anyway, my guy logged on to Skype. I couldn't believe that we were online. He knows me too well and knew that I would be in disbelief.

I was planning to head over to the office this afternoon. However, with our manager being away for a couple of weeks and my not hearing my guy's voice in over a week, I opted to stay at home and chat with him. It was so good to hear his voice again.

I heard my guy vent about how cheap this client was and how crappy the hotel room was. I don't understand the mentality that some folks have. The savings was not huge at all.

We talked about my ongoing issue with the rubbery smell that continues to stink up a room that my dildo is in. My guy felt bad that his gift to me smells bad and that the smell continues to linger. He calls my project a de-smellification one. A blog posting that I had found indicates that this smell will never go away. It's sad because it's a realistic dong and it's a gift from my guy from Amsterdam. My hands smell like rubber after holding it.

It's still my time of the month, so we focused on getting my guy to ejaculate today. It worked when he visualized my freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his hard cock as I jerked him off. He was so dopey afterwards. It was nice to be a part of helping him get there.

We talked about a number of things that we'd like to try together, once he is back in town next week:

• We'd both like him to ejaculate on my bare breasts, legs, or tummy. I always feel satisfied whenever my guy does and I find it sexy. My guy thinks that I'd feel more slutty if he did so on me.
• We have been building up to having anal sex. The last time we were together, my guy inserted two fingers up my butt. He thought that he may have hurt me, but I was okay. We'll need to be in a room for that to happen. Our treehouse will be a bit restrictive.
• My sucking his cock when it is limp intrigues us. Gradually, while sucking him, he would get hard. We both loved a video that we had watched where this scenario occurred. The woman was dressed in a French maid costume and dusted around his genitals. I bought a feather duster and would like to try this entire scenario out.
• I want to receive a spanking with a ping pong paddle. We don't own a ping pong paddle, but getting one wouldn't be a problem. I have been paddled before, but I am sure that the sensation is different with such a paddle.
• I still want to be spanked with a lexan paddle. I just need to get one.

Tomorrow, my guy is checking into a hotel closer to the client's site. He had been promised that this hotel has a four-star rating. Hopefully, the Internet connection will be equally as great at this location as the connection that we had today.

It was so nice to talk to him again. Hearing his voice was priceless. I get to see him for two weeks before he goes back on the road. We are both looking forward to that time together.

Travelling can be so much fun

Two Sundays ago, my guy and I met at our workplace. He told me that he'd get a taxi to come pick us up at around 07:30 to head to the airport.

I had arrived ten minutes earlier. The ramps on and off all highways by the airport were not plowed, so it was slippery driving over snow-covered roads, including the parking lot at work.

I saw the taxi guy circle. My guy arrived ten minutes later. He helped me drag my luggage over to the taxi.

My guy and I go into the taxi. It was like we were about to have treehouse time, but we refrained! My guy looked at my down jacket that I was wearing. It was new. He commented that I looked like I was a vacationing girl in Aspen.

I held his hand. As usual, it was cold. I tried warming it up for the brief five-minute ride to the airport.

My guy and the taxi driver had a bit of a spat. My guy wasn't thrilled that the taxi driver didn't greet him with a cheerful good-morning statement. Rather, the taxi driver said that he had been "circling around for a while." That was untrue. I was there and only saw him circle one time and he wasn't there for a long period. My guy was a bit upset that the taxi driver was charging him a higher flat rate than normal.

Anyway, my guy and I got to the airport to check in. We both found out that our flights had changed. The first segment was cancelled. My guy had two flight segments. I managed to get three. I wasn't too thrilled.

My guy was making me get embarrassed, as he was saying sweet things about me and listing what he wanted to do to me. He enjoys when I get that way. I can't help it. It's who I am.

After speaking with the friendly person at the baggage drop-off counter, my guy and I were on the same flight segments. He asked for our seats to be next to each other. For the first flight, we couldn't have that done. However, we were together on the second flight.

It was quite the walk down to the gate. I still feel like I walk slowly. I told my guy that I appreciated his patience. He advised that I don't walk as slowly as I think that I do. He was impressed that I was doing so well. He's just plain sweet.

My guy got hungry. Our flight was boarding at around 10:00. My guy ordered a jerk chicken tropical salad and was chowing down on it.

We were the last folks to board the plane. I sat down first. He quietly asked me if I was comfy. I was for being on a smaller plane. He continued walking to nearly the back of the plane.

He surprised me by coming up to me and giving me his salad. I had told him that I wasn't exactly hungry, but he wasn't there to just give me food. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was incredibly nice and sweet.

The first segment of our flight lasted an hour. It was uneventful, other than my eating salad as a snack. I got off the plane and waited for my guy to join me. We had arrived in Newark.

My guy travels often, to the point where he has access to any Star Alliance lounge. We seems to be star-crossed lovers. We sat next to each other in brown leather chairs. We kissed and made out. We got tea and snacks. We made out some more.

We needed some lunch, so we headed out to a food court. I wanted to look at the gate information for our flight. My guy discreetly groped my left buttock as we were looking at the flight information screens. It was nice and I was getting turned out. We walked hand-in-hand over to the Earl of Sandwich.

The server called us "lovebirds." We were holding hands the entire time before our meals came.

It was nice that our flight from Newark to St. Louis was only an hour. My guy and I sat next to each other. We kissed and made out some more. He managed to grope my right breast. He then played with my crotch. I actually came twice on the flight and tried to keep my voice down. It was a first for both of us. I played with my guy's hard cock in a discreet manner. It would be messy, so it was more of a taste of what was to come (no pun intended).

My guy admitted that his business trips would never be the same. He wanted me to be with him on every single one. I joked that he could grope the guy next to him on his next business trip and play with his man boob. We laughed.

My guy slept for a bit on the plane. I tried to, but I was wide awake.

Anyway, my guy was throughtful in making sure that I was okay as we deplaned. We passed by a Starbucks in the terminal. He was impressed that I didn't jump to get a drink there.

We headed to the baggage area to fetch our luggage. We then went to find the shuttle to take us to the car rental place. We had to wait for one. So, my guy helped me put on my jacket, hugged me as we sat on the bench, and groped my right breast again as we kissed.

So, the shuttle came. We got on it with our luggage. My guy and I sat behind the luggage storage area. We continued to kiss, hold hands, and he groped my breast again. A car shuttle ride will never be the same!

We got our rental cars and drove over to the hotel. We checked in and unpacked briefly. I went ahead and tried figuring out where all the restaurants were. My guy wanted Chinese, so we went to one close by. Unfortunately, it wasn't open on Sundays. Instead, we went to a Mexican restaurant and had a lovely meal.

We came back to the hotel and showered. My guy and I climbed into bed together. We cuddled. He gave me a lopsided spanking on my left buttock. Our clothes came off. I was straddled on top of him. He was sucking each breast. He came. So did I. We then cuddled in each other's arms before we drifted off to sleep.

The day was long, but magical.

Monday funnies and a sweater

Mondays can be interesting. It is difficult to get enthusiastic about them, especially when you have to go to work after a relaxing weekend. However, when something comical happens on a Monday, it certainly brightens up your day.

I got to work at my usual time and cut through the communal kitchen. I went to the water cooler to fill up my water bottle. I then headed towards the second door.

Well, I noticed that someone was opening that door. So, I just stood there. It was my boss. He looked at me and was startled. Yes, I had scared him.

He laughed. I would have laughed normally, but I wasn't sure how to react. He eventually cracked me up.

"Well, hi there, Cutiebootie!" he said, laughing, while also being a bit embarrassed.

That remark did it. I was laughing hard. We both were.

"I'm sorry for giving you a heart attack," I said and we parted ways.

My guy is in meetings all week. He came to see me at around 17:30. We talked. It was nice to see him.

I told my guy about startling our boss.

"Any man would love to bump into an attractive woman," he admitted. "I would love to bump into you. I want to bump into you more often."

My guy is genuinely sweet. I have been working on a set of marketing documents. As you can probably tell from my posts, I am not cut out to be writing marketing materials. I am too direct. I don't fluff. But, I have to complete this task for work.

"I am brain-dead," I said to my guy, as I was tired writing fluff.
"You are never brain-dead," he said. "You are always sharp as a tack."
"That's better than being tacky," I joked, which made him smile.

My guy looked at my beige sweater. Whenever I wear it, it makes him wonder whether it is new. I couldn't figure out why he liked it so much until we both headed home for the day.

Unfortunately, we didn't have the elevator to ourselves. We did get to the ground floor and talked for a bit.

"I really like your sweater," he said to me.
"Thanks," I replied.
"I love how it's cut on you. It's thin enough to see the shape of your bra underneath. Your sweater highlights your boobs nicely," he complimented.
"I see," I replied.
"I am getting hard now," he admitted.
"I wish that I could reach out and touch it, kind of like that Bell commercial from decades ago," I replied. "I could make a long-distance call."

We both chuckled. We wished each other a good evening. We kissed. It was a nice end to a Monday.

Blue, blue, rain!

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that my guy was sad. He is moody. It's not to the point where one minute, he is all happy-go-lucky, and then he swings to the opposite extreme in which he wants to jump off a cliff. He has his moments, as do I.

Two Fridays ago, we were chatting in the communal office kitchen. He looked at me and liked what I was wearing. He wanted to talk to me after work. I was good with that. He kissed his finger and then touched my face with it. He is sweet that way. We try and be as discreet about our relationship when we're in the office.

We had initially agreed to talk in the training room. However, it was being occupied by a team of software developers. Instead, we moved our chat to the treehouse.

We drove over to our regular spot. I didn't dress up in a short skirt or anything. I wasn't exactly in the mood, as a number of things at work were also getting to me.

We sat in the backseat of my guy's car. He looked at me and couldn't help but to kiss me. We made out.

It had been several days since we had quality time. I could tell that he had missed me. The intensity that he exhibited when he groped my left breast said it all.

It was my time of the month. He is particularly sweet when I tell him that.

"Even though it's that time of the month, I can still spank you hard, can't I?" he whispered in my ear.

It immediately turned me on. However, we were both enjoying making out that we let that slide.

"It's time to free Willy," he said, which made me groan.

He unfastened his belt that was holding up his slacks. He let me have access to his erect penis. I started off giving him with a handjob. My guy then asked if I could suck him. I didn't hesitate. I went right ahead.

It took him no time to ejaculate. We were both so incredibly relaxed for a bit.

We talked about what was bugging him and making him blue. I am glad that he can confide in me. Unfortunately, he made me feel sad to the point where I couldn't stop crying. I am normally not the type to cry in such a manner. I just couldn't stop.

My guy held me. He apologized for upsetting me. He kissed me countless times and rubbed my thigh. He even went to his car's trunk and got me some strawberries to snack on. Although I felt bloated, I did manage to have a couple.

It was raining outside. We were with each other in the backseat. He held me for hours. It was nice.

He told me that he had dreamt of me the other night. In his dream, he went to kiss a complete stranger. But, he knew that he was kissing my lips. 

He walked me to my car. We had been sitting in his car for four hours. He made sure that I was okay when I finally sat in my car. He leaned over and kissed me on my lips. We then went our separate ways.

I did feel like crap, but how sweet and patient he was with me helped. I noticed that he had sent me an e-mail by the time I got home, asking if I was feeling better.

Despite being so down that day, my guy is a decent guy. He is a keeper. I have said it so many times. I have meant it every time.

Visiting my guy at work and touching in his car

The new year didn't start off too well for both my guy and me. My guy was sick for four days with a nasty cold. As for me, I had food poisoning. Luckily, it only lasted for a day. We are both good now.

I decided to drop by work today. I didn't see my guy online on Skype, but he was online on GTalk. I asked him if he was in the office, mainly because I wanted to give him a box of baklava. I also wanted to know if he wanted anything from Starbucks.

Anyway, I didn't hear from him. I visited Starbucks and got a grande peppermint mocha, and two brownie cake pops. I then drove to work.

When I had parked in the lot at work, I noticed that the car in front of mine looked like my guy's car. My phone rang. It was my guy.

"What did I deserve to get a phone call from you?" I asked him.
"I didn't see you online. I am guessing that you are in your car?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm actually parked at work. I think that I'm parked behind your car."
"I don't want to eat up your cell phone minutes," he stated.
"No, you're not," I said. "I haven't used my airtime all that often these days."
"I want to eat something else," he said, which made me laugh.
"I'll be upstairs soon," I said, and we ended our conversation.

I made it to our cubicle area. He was the only one at work and was pleased to see me. I gave him his gift. We talked. I sat next to him at his desk.

I initiated touching him, but not in a sexual manner. I wanted to see his injured finger on his left hand. He held it out and I grabbed it. He then showed me pictures of the injury when it had first occurred. He was amazed that I wasn't cringing at the gruesome pictures. I was, too. He finger has healed nicely so far.

"You know, you're a foot away and I can't touch you the way that I want to," he admitted. "I was hoping that you'd wear a skimpy outfit."
"I feel overdressed," I said. I was in a v-neck sweater and jeans.
"If your sweater's neckline were lower, that would make my access easier," he teased.
"It doesn't matter. You'd just take my sweater off," I remarked, which made him laugh.

We moved over to my cubicle area. There's more privacy. I sit in a corner. We sat next to each other. He touched my leg, my inner thigh, and my crotch area. I ended up touching his erect penis over his pants. My phone then rang. It was someone from quality assurance, asking about an update that I had made to our product documentation.

I am fortunate to have a decent memory. I knew what this person on the phone was referring to, even though my guy was pulling up our trouble ticket tracking system. He stopped, knowing that I was okay. I advised the quality assurance person that the change was in step 22. I did, however, need access to the network drive. My guy lent me his laptop. I found my network cable. He plugged it into his laptop. I got online to take a look.

During this scrambling period, my guy was caressing and touching my breasts while standing behind me. It was nice.

After my phone call, my guy and I went to try the baklava. We ate. I had a crumb land on my right breast. He immediately swiped it off my breast, which made me smile.

My guy suggested that we take a drive in his new car. In the kitchen, we hugged and he groped my left buttock. I was incredibly turned on. He then touched my crotch area again. I felt like we were in high school. He then touched my nipples, which became hard instantly.

We got into the elevator. Just the two of us. We kissed and embraced down seven floors. He told me to wait for him to bring the car around. He did. It was comfortable to sit in. We held hands. His hand ended up on my left thigh and gradually went to my crotch.

He parked in a location that I had suggested a while back. He had remembered what I had said. This parking lot was indeed secluded. He parked his car there. We kissed passionately.

I unzipped my jeans. He moved his fingers to my clit and started to rub it. I was incredibly wet and turned on. He whispered in my ear that I was a bad girl. It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm.

As for him, I gave him a handjob. We kissed during the entire time. He came. He was exceptionally content afterwards, as was I.

We held hands for the longest time. He liked how nicely manicured my nails were.

"I love your long, slender nails," he said. "You could be a hand model."

I had told him after the first time he had spanked me that a former colleague had noticed my hands on my keyboard at work and said that I had beautiful hands. My guy remembered that and agreed.

He drove me back to my car. We talked a bit more sitting in his car. We held hands. We missed each other.  It was a good day in the office. I suppose that getting spanked would have been dessert, but I enjoyed getting my butt groped by him and everything else that had happened between us today. I know that a spanking is on the radar for me. I can wait a little longer.

Breaking a crop during a spanking

Yesterday, my guy came to visit me. It was wonderful.

He was barely through the door when we hugged and kissed. I could feel his penis getting hard as it pressed against me. I was wearing a short, red plaid skirt and a black ballerina t-shirt. I had missed him so much. He felt the same way about me. He apologized for having cold hands. I said that they'd warm up holding me.

He gave me a present. It was a heart-shaped riding crop that vibrates. Frankly, the vibrating part of the crop made me a bit intimidated, but it was this item:

I took it out of the plastic wrap. He inserted the battery. The heart part was leather. I knew that it would hurt when applied to my backside.

We hugged and kissed. He liked the school girl look on me.

"You are the sexiest student I've ever had," he said, as he kissed me. "How are you going to study for your next exam?"
"I won't," I said. "It's a waste of time."
"You know what happens to girls like you?" he asked me.
"No," I said ignorantly, as we kissed.
"They get punished," he said, as we continued to hug and kiss.

He started to undress me. Off came my top. I could tell that he was enjoying kissing me. We did a lot of that, which I enjoyed. He has the softest lips. He then undid my bra, slowly sliding the white straps off my shoulders, playing with my breasts, and then slipping the bra off. He continued to cup my breasts, eventually playing with my nipples.

We hugged and kissed some more. He lifted my plaid skirt up and gave my backside some whacks. I was excited. He then pulled down my purple panties and smacked my bare bottom several times. It was the first time that he has ever done that, which aroused me.

He led me to the bed. I went face down on it, with my legs spread. He took my panties off completely. He felt the backs of both my legs and went ahead with using the heart-shaped, vibrating crop on my bare bottom. Each whack got harder. It hurt. He brushed my hair away from my face to see my reaction as each stroke of the crop landed on my bare backside.

Somehow, the crop snapped in two. The vibrating part was its own entity. I laughed. My ass has never broken a spanking instrument before.

Anyway, he continued to slap me with the crop. At one point, he slapped various parts of my legs before dishing out some strong slaps across my buttocks. I was in pain, but liked it.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked me.
"I'm not sure," I replied, which prompted more slaps on my poor backside.
"Your ass is getting red," he remarked, rubbing it from time to time.
"Is it as red as the colour of my skirt yet?" I asked him, which made him laugh.

Finally, I had had enough. I was wet and sore. I turned over. He liked looking at my pussy, noting that he liked hairy ones. He fingered me while he took off his navy blue pants. He asked me to kiss his cock. I did. I liked how smooth the head was. Somehow, I ended up wrapping my mouth around it. It surprised both of us. I'm not the type to give blowjobs.

He eventually joined me on the bed and had me suck his cock while I was on my back. He continued to make me come, which I did. I didn't gag, but I was enjoying the experience, moaning from time to time.

He then stood in front of me and asked that I give him a hand job. I talked about being alone with him at work late at night, working overtime. I had a tight blouse on and a short skirt. He would come over to my cubicle and do whatever he wanted to me. I told him that I had a bottle of booze in my desk drawer and that I would drink it. He could then have his way with me, which got him excited. He eventually came all over my bare thigh.

"I made a mess," he said in his boyish way, which made us both laugh.

After we both cleaned up, we hugged for a bit. He told me that I had the most gorgeous, full lips he has ever kissed. That was sweet of him. He also said that I looked so sexy and that he was turned on by my crossing my legs in such a short skirt.

He held my left hand and kissed it.

"Nice nails," he remarked. He likes manicured nails.
"I lucked out," I said, for having nice hands with nail polish on my nails.

He looked charming in a crisp, white shirt, with a black leather belt around his navy blue pants. He fit the role perfectly as a teacher spanking a naughty student.

It was a good day. He said that he didn't know how he was going to drive to work. I offered to drive him, which prompted him to kiss me intently.

"I've missed you," I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"Me, too," he replied.
"You missed you, too?" I replied, which made him swat my smarting bottom.

He recently got a really nice, used car. I got to see it from afar.

"I'll take you for a drive it in soon," he stated.
"Maybe we can try the backseat," I said, which made us both smile.

Office caresses, groping, and a mini spanking session

Having an office romance is a new experience for me. My guy is sweet, and shows that he is crazy about me as I am of him.

He came over to my desk a few times for help with a software application. Each time, he would show his affection in different ways. I sit in a cubicle that is closest to the window, so there's privacy away from my colleagues. It's rare that someone in the next building is watching us from afar.

He first came over and gave me a neck rub. The next time, I got a light neck rub and caresses down my back.

I had a purple sweater on, with a zipper on the left shoulder. Earlier, he had commented that my sweater looked nice on me, especially with the zipper. I said that he wasn't commenting on my sweater's nice design. Rather, he was interested in the "easy access" he could get with the zipper. He smiled. He laughed. We both knew that what I had said was true.

Moments later, he came over my desk, and unzipped my sweater. Down went his hand over my left breast. His hand then meandered under my bra. He proceeded to grope and caress my breast.

He came back later and hugged my left side. I was seated. His hand then went down my panties and he was playing with my left buttock. I was slowly getting turned on. He ended the affectionate session by touching the small of my back under my sweater, and then rubbed my upper back.

Just went you think that the day couldn't have got any better, I went into the kitchen towards the end of the day to wash out my tea mug. He came in and noticed that I was wearing skinny grey corduroy pants. He liked them. He proceeded to squeeze my buttocks. He wanted to spend some time in the backseat of his car. I agreed.

We ended up in a parking lot by the airport. We hugged. He slapped my left buttock repeatedly. Each blow was harder. I was curled up against him. Each blow hurt, but I loved every moment.

We kissed. He remarked that I have soft lips. He does, too. We French kissed. We hugged some more. It was a nice little moment away from work.

My left buttock hurts right now. He had asked me earlier in the day whether my bottom was sore from the spanking I got from him on Saturday. I said that it was achy yesterday, which meant that he had done a good job. I said that you want a lasting impression after such a session.

Today, after he had spanked my left buttock, he hoped that "it would hurt tonight." It does. I feel loved.