Kissing, planning my spanking, and more kissing

My guy and I sat down after we unlocked lips. It's instinctual that we hold hands, even across from each other.

He moved closer to me, wrapping his legs around mine. We kissed some more. He cupped and groped my breasts. I caressed his chest.

"If we weren't so close to the security office, I'd bend over this table to get my spanking," I said.
"Yes, my hand would make a lot of noise spanking that cute butt of yours," he said.
"We can't have security coming in to see if we are okay," I smiled.
"It's been such a long time since I've spanked you. I'll need to spank you longer and harder to make up for lost time," he reasoned.
"That's going to hurt, Mr Meanie," I noted.
"Yes, it will," he said firmly.

We both smiled, and continued to kiss and hug.

Orgasm at the office

Before my guy had to leave the office and head to the airport, we hugged in our intimate meeting room. It felt good being in his arms, as always. We kissed, which made me melt.

My guy caressed my breasts.

"Hard nipples," he said, touching and observing.
"Look who I'm in the room with," I said.
"I can say the same about you," he replied.
"That's my butt," I remarked, as he helped himself to groping my right buttock.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked rhetorically.

His hand moved to my crotch. I was horny. Moments later, tightly hugging him, I came.

"Thank you. You're sweet," I said, giving him a kiss.
"I always want to make you feel good, as you deserve it," he said, kissing my forehead.

A minute later, we walked out of the meeting room to the elevators. I wished him a safe flight. He headed downstairs to his car. I headed upstairs to try and work.

Early for breakfast - getting to the truth with a kiss

My guy asked me on Monday whether I wanted to grab some breakfast. I had already eaten, so I wasn't hungry.

"It's strange that you have time to have breakfast with me. Normally, you're running late when you head to the airport," I pointed out.
"I've changed. It's the new me," he said boldly.
"There isn't a full moon. You love sleeping in. I don't buy it," I said to him.
"Here's the truth," he explained.
"Ah, ha! I knew it!" I exclaimed, which made him smile.
"My friend needed a ride downtown, so I woke up early and now I'm here with you," he said.

He had finished eating his fried egg breakfast sandwich. He walked over to dispose of the wrapper, but ended up groping my breasts and kissing me down my neck before getting to the garbage recepticle.

After getting rid of his sandwich wrapper, he approached me from my left and kissed me. I love when he does that.

"You look especially cute and sexy this morning," he said, sitting down.
"You're pretty good to look at on a Monday, too," I noted.

I like when he stops by the office, especially to perk up a mundane Monday.

Nipples and breasts

A couple of weekends ago, my guy and I were lounging in bed. We were both naked and were cuddling.

"My nipples are still hard," I said, playing with my left nipple.
"How come?" he asked me.
"I'm lying next to a good-looking, sexy guy," I replied.
"You're so sweet," he replied.

He took his hand and lovingly caressed each breast. It felt like a rolling wave was gently going over my breasts. I felt relaxed and happy.

"You have the perfect breast," he remarked.
"I love how this feels," I noted, loving his gentle touch.
"I love it, too," he admitted.
"Here's hoping that I don't go outside and caress my breasts like you are doing," I joked.

It's nice that he likes my boobs.

Spanking my guy

I have been perfectly content putting away the spanking side of me and have loved being spanked by my guy since we have been together. An unexpected development happened over the weekend.

We were being intimate, with him on top of me. He was caressing my bare breasts as we were having sex.

"You are un-boob-lievable," he said to me, smiling with pride with that pun.
"That was bad!" I exclaimed, smacking his bare buttocks with both hands.

It was fun swatting him. He has a nice butt.

We then cuddled. We were chatting and I ended up saying that he was a bad boy.

"Do you want to spank me?" he asked.
"Really? You want to give it a try?" I asked.
"Sure. Let's try the paddle and see if I like it," he insisted.

He flipped over on his tummy. I got to slap each buttock with my leather paddle. It wasn't too hard. Medium in strength. I asked how he was. He was fine. He handled eight smacks. I then rubbed his buttocks and gave him a hug.

As expected, he doesn't get aroused being spanked. He does seeing my butt getting red and smacking it instead.

I'm glad that he wanted to give being spanked a try. I told him that he can continue to spank me, which we both looked at each other in agreement by smiling at each other.

Mardi Gras and my boobs

My guy and I had a chat about Mardi Gras.

"You've been to New Orleans, right?" he asked me.
"Yes, over three years ago. It was a lot of fun," I replied.
"But, you weren't there for Mardi Gras," he pointed out.
"Nope, I wasn't. We should go," I hinted.
"It's Mardi Gras all the time when I'm with you. I get to play and look at your boobs all the time," he smirked.

He does like my breasts. He always has. He love cupping, sucking, playing, groping, and more when it comes to my boobs.

He finds them to be perfect. They aren't small. They aren't huge. They are perfect to him and to me.

Boob pit

A friend posted this funny pic on Facebook:

I have a feeling that my guy would enjoy this pit for a bit. However, he does love to shop.

He has also said that he loves my breasts, often squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. I suppose that if the boob pit had replicas of my boobs, he'd be one happy guy!

Kisses and boob squeezes

My guy had to run an errand this past weekend. He said bye to me for a bit. He kissed both sides of my face, which I enjoy.

"I love when you smile at me," I said, with my hands on each side of his face.
"I love when you smile back at me," he replied.

We kissed. He then helped himself to both boobs and gave them a light squeeze.

"Hey, that's new. Is that going to be the norm?" I asked him, demonstrating on his not-so-well-endowed breasts.
"Yes," he smiled, repeating the squeeze procedure.

My black lacy bra has a bit of a push-up factor. It's a light support bra. He likes my breasts, especially when I wear this bra.

Dessert after lunch - being pleasured

On Monday, my guy and I had quality time at a different parking lot across from our usual one. It was a spontaneous, after-lunch moment.

We got into his treehouse and cuddled for a bit. I love hugging him, resting my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and held me tight.

We kissed. I love kissing him. I lose myself in each kiss.

"Take off your bra," he said to me seductively.

I took my lavender-coloured bra off, with my purple blouse still on. He caressed both breasts and made both nipples hard.

Caressing his perfectly uniform head is a dream. He shaved his head just for me.

He started lightly smacking my backside, alternating between groping and smacking it. He whispered in my ear that I was his bad girl and kissed my cheek.

He wanted to play with me. He unzipped my khaki pants. I unbuttoned them. He didn't wait to take my pants down. He helped himself to my wet pussy, reaching in my panties and fingering me until I came. I then rested in his arms for a bit.

Moments later, he decided to finger my backside. He doesn't miss a bit. I soon came yet again.

Dessert is nice after lunch.

Kisses, hugs, gropes, and smacks during a surprise visit

My guy likes to surprise me now and again.

"Hey," he said in a text message.
"Hey... you're lost?!" I asked him.
"Not yet," he replied with a smiley. "I'm in the office. I just got here."
"What brings you in?" I asked him, as it was 4:48 pm.
"I am trying to talk to a software developer. Did you want to drop by?" I asked him.
"Sure," I replied.

My guy gave me the room number that he was in. I walked over. I caressed his head. He groped my left buttock and ran his hand down the back of my left thigh.

I kissed his head and caressed his back. He played with my crotch.

I sat down and we talked. I teased him and he gave me a playful smack across the upper part of my left buttock, which I enjoyed.

He looked at my cleavage. I was wearing a pink scoop-neck t-shirt. He reached in and helped himself to fondling my breasts. I helped myself to caressing his hard cock in his new khakis.

My guy had to briefly step out to make a phone call. He came back and kissed my neck from behind while hugging me.

We obviously had missed each other. Considering how hectic this week has been at work, his appearance at the office made my week much better!

Second spanking of the week and more

It's a long weekend for most parts of Canada. I decided to spend a weekend in the same city in which my guy resides. It took me two hours to drive there.

I checked into a hotel close by. It feels like a mini vacation.

My guy is going camping with some family members today. So, we had Saturday together.

We spent some time at my hotel room. He walked in, and we kissed and hugged. His aftershave smelled good. He told me that I smelled good, too.

He caressed my breasts and played with my crotch over my skirt as he embraced me from behind.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me.
"I think so, but you always think that I'm bad."
"Bend over," he said, guiding me over to the bed.

He paused, likely looking at the view that he had.

"Nice skirt," he said, lifting it up.
"It's from the Gap," I replied.
"Nice panties, too," he commented, admiring my black and pink patterned panties.

The smacks happened with his open hand. He told me that I was his bad girl, which turned me on. I loved the sound of each hard smack landing. Luckily, I had the TV on loud!

He teased me by playing with my pussy. When I wanted to orgasm, he spanked me some more. At one point, he hiked up my panties and spanked my bare butt.

Eventually, I came. So good! He hugged me from behind and simulated taking me from behind. We both liked that and laughed.

We hugged as we sat on the edge of the bed. We then stretched out on it. My guy worked on my nipples by licking and playing with them until they were erect. He then fingered me until I reached orgasm again. I told him that I loved him while I slipped into a lethargic state. He whispered in my ear the same thing.

We worked on him next. He took off my pants and underpants, and I gave my guy a handjob. I told him that I wanted him so badly because I felt slutty, which turned him on a ton. He liked when I placed my bare thigh between his legs. He ejaculated all over my hand. It was wonderful!

It was nice lying next to him. I enjoyed seeing his bare butt when he got up to pull up his underwear and pants.

We both had nice views. It has been a great start to the long weekend.

Shorter week means more work, trips, and cuddles with Woolly

A shorter workweek sounds good. For me, it tends to be hectic. Unfortunately, I predicted correctly.

I work from home on Wednesdays. My boss booked a two-hour meeting yesterday. I was asked to join online. I decided to join for half an hour, citing having an appointment at 10:30 am. I am glad that I did. I spent the remaining time catching up on work.

It is pretty hectic trying to complete my own work on top of working with two summer interns. I spend a decent amount of time making sure that they know what they are doing. I then spend even more time reviewing their work, which involved a total of 1000 pages of edits within the past two days.

The fun part? I finished filing my travel expenses for last week's conference. As strange as it sounds, I enjoy filing expenses. I am organized. It's probably a math thing. I had all my receipts photographed. My boss knows how I tick. He immediately approved everything.

Guess what? I get to go on campus to one of the universities I had visited back in February to interview a new set of prospective interns to start work in September. I get to do a mini road trip this Friday with my boss, who likes that I end up expensing everything and driving us there. It really means that he will approve what we have for lunch.

He actually trusts me so much with my food recommendations that he has asked that I pick a place. Back in February, I chose a ramen place right off the bat, without even being asked to do this task. He was game. It's good that we both love food and I have a say in what yummy food I want to eat.

I miss my guy. I was cuddling Woolly, the stuffed plush sheep that he gave me, earlier. I had him in between my breasts. The way that Woolly looked at me reminds me of my guy doing the same thing after playing or sucking on my breasts.

My guy chose the perfect gift as a sweet reminder of him.

V is for vivid memory and imagination

Recently, my guy and I went shopping at JC Penney in Seattle. He is always looking for a jacket or some nice article of clothing to wear. He likes to look good for work.

We were looking at jackets that were marked down. They looked nice, but the fabric didn't feel nice. We both like corduroy and looked at a jacket made of that material.

"I have one already," he said to me. "It's a corduroy one in brown."
"I know," I replied. "You wore it in Stockholm. One night, after dinner, I was cold. You let me wear it."
"You have such a great memory," my guy remarked.
"Thanks. Your jacket fit me, except that I couldn't button it up because my boobs got in the way. If I didn't have boobs, I would have been able to button your jacket up," I replied, which made him laugh.
"I am glad that you have boob," he said, grinning.
"Yes. I love when you play with them."

A couple of weekends ago, I went out with a friend and was driving her home. She told me that there was a guy cooking in his kitchen apartment and he was naked.

In a way, I was glad that I had my eyes on the road, instead of on that naked guy.

Isn't cooking in front of a stove dangerous when you're nude? As a man, you could get your manhood caught in the fridge door or burned by accident. If you're frying something in the pan, oil can platter on you.

Of course, I'd love to see my guy naked all the time. However, I don't want him injured that way in the kitchen.

Sweet, meaningful kisses and bagels

My guy drove back home on Friday from Montreal. He called me a few times during his road trip:

• Once at 17:20. I was still in a meeting at work. It was nice that I got interrupted to answer his call. I said that his call was better than my calling my own cell phone to end the monotony and tragic situation of having such a late meeting on a Friday afternoon.
• He called me two hours later to let me know that he was half an hour away from our meeting place in Scarborough. I responded by saying yay, which made him chuckle.
• His last call was in the parking lot. I told him that I was parked in front of the bank. It was funny that we were still talking to each other as we were parked next to each other's car, looking and smiling at each other.

We got out of our respective cars and hugged. It was nice hugging him tightly. He liked that, too. We held hands.

We met briefly. My guy bought me a batch (four dozen) of Montreal-style bagels. They smelled wonderful. I thanked him by kissing him and telling him that I appreciated his kind gesture. The way that I was holding the two plastic bags made me think that I had a boob job. My guy laughed.

My guy kissed me. He's sweet.

He couldn't stay long, as he had to head home and get ready for a month-long business trip to South Africa. His flight was on early Saturday afternoon.

I am glad that we both got to see each other.

K is for a kiss leading to being in a backroom at Black's

Yesterday, I learned that all remaining Black's Photography stores in Canada are to close. The chain is Canadian and was bought by Telus years ago.

Photography has taken quite the turn in the last decade or so. Developing film isn't too popular. You still need a place to buy cameras and accessories, but you can do that at major electronic stores. Why would you go to a photo store? Perhaps to get your passport photo done -- once every decade.

Black's has a special place in my heart. I have rarely talked about this part of my past.

Before I dated my ex-husband, I dated a man named Jay. We were same same age. We met through Telepersonals. Yep, it was an over-the-phone dating service. We left messages in each other's voice mailboxes, exchanged phone numbers, and talked.

The first time we talked, it was for nearly six hours. He told me that he loved my giggle. I liked how he could figure out what phone buttons I was pressing based on the tone emitted. We were both geeky. We both had an interest in knowing the bus number associated with a route in Toronto.

Our first date was at a park where I used to live in Toronto. I took my father's car, picked him up at his workplace, which was at a Black's, and we drove down there.

We talked. We kissed. He wore braces. I didn't. It was a nice, memorable, sweet evening.

We continued to talk for a while. Then, I didn't hear from him at all. I didn't know what was going on. I kept leaving him message on his home phone.

He finally called me from a pay phone one day. He was at Eglinton subway station. He told me to never call him again. Yes, he broke up with me over the phone.

I was devastated. I was only twenty years old. I cried for a few days. I was then slowly getting over him.

Months later, he called me. Well, it was his sister who called me. I didn't know her. It sounded like she was crank-calling me. I got my computer's modem to pick up her calls, which emitted lovely screeching noises.

Finally, Jay spoke. He finally explained why he had broken up with me. His father objected to him dating and had heard my messages on Jay's answering machine. His father had passed away, which was the main reason why he could finally call me.

Jay wanted to see me. I was in the middle of studying for a computer science midterm. He wanted to say that he was sorry.

I agreed to meet him at his workplace, which was twenty minutes away from where I lived. I took my dad's car to meet him.

He was the youngest manager at Black's back then. He asked me to accompany him to the bank in the mall. I did. He deposited money from the store for that day.

We walked back to the store. He locked the door. We went into the photo development room, where there were no security cameras.

We kissed. He wanted to play with my breasts. I took off my t-shirt. I then proceeded to take off my bra. He liked what he saw and caressed them.

That evening was the last time I ever saw Jay. Weeks later, I met my ex-husband.

I think of Jay now and again. I wonder whether he is still working at Black's or has moved on.

My guy and Jay are somewhat similar. They are both bright. They both have mentioned that they like my giggle and personality. They are the same height and have the same hair colour. They both like caressing my breasts.

If Jay is still with Black's, I hope that he finds employment soon. Would I want to see him again? I would like to catch up with him and see how he's doing. That's about it.

N is for no and nicknames

I got to spend a bit of time on Friday with my guy. It was a hectic day, for it was our major software release deadline.

My manager had a bunch of last-minute changes to do. My guy had a flight to catch and had to leave the office by 16:00. I was supposed to attend a team lunch to celebrate this software release being over. I would have rather had had lunch with my guy.

The day before, my guy told me to write him an e-mail if my lunch plans had changed. Sure enough, they did. I wrote to him, but he was offline.

I had colleagues who wanted to have lunch with me. It was nice of them to ask. Part of me wanted to go, but I was waiting for my guy to respond, so I took the chance and declined their offer.

Sure enough, just before 13:00, my guy called. He said that he would get his car and pick me up.

It was nice seeing him. He rarely wears jeans to the office and he always looks good in them. He wears them when he travels. He drove us to the restaurant. I got to caress his head once we were stopped at a set of lights.

We had a good lunch. We got to talk about how our day was going. My guy liked my blouse that I was wearing. The collar had a bit of elasticity. My guy liked that he could take a peek and count the number of boobs that I have. I asked whether he thought that I had a uniboob, which made him laugh. He approved of my blouse.

After we were done, we sat around and talked. I had my hands on my lap. They were stretched out. My guy decided to slouch a bit and his knees touched my hands. I ended up rubbing the tops of his knees. We both liked that. I told him that am a touchy-feely girl. He nodded.

After lunch, he drove us back to the office. Traffic was bad due to construction. My guy looked at my legs and loved the cropped jeans that I had on. He told me that I was so cute and pretty. In traffic, he gave me a blue crystal bracelet. His gift completely took me by surprise.

We got to the office and he accompanied me to my floor. It was sweet of him. He told me that he'd call to let me know when we could move his bags from his car over to mine.

It was 16:00 when he called. I went downstairs. He was at his car, parked next to mine, looking at its open trunk. He had a box of manuals that he had to bring to India. He asked me whether he should open the box and put the manuals in his suitcase, or just haul the box to the airport and check it in. I said to do the former. Sure enough, the manuals fit in nicely.

My guy had protein shakes and cans of salmon with him. East Indian food does not agree with his stomach, so he decided to bring friendly foods with him. I helped him move them into the suitcase with the manuals, as there was plenty of room left for them.

My guy had to go back to the training room to get his laptop.

"Promise me that you will not touch anything," he stated. He is protective of my back.
"Is that a threat?" I asked him.
"No, it's a warning," he replied, knowing me too well to want to help him out.

He took longer than he had anticipated to return to his car. He did move all three of his bags into the trunk of my car. They all fit, which was comforting.

I drove us across the street to the airport. We held hands. We joked and laughed.

"What airline are you flying on?" I asked him.
"It is Ethihad, operated by Jet Airways," he replied.

This airline does not roll off my tongue. I couldn't recall the name moments later.

"What was the airline again? Itchy witchy?" I asked, trying to look for the proper entrance to stop at.
"It's Ethihad," he said, laughing. "Bad, Cutiebootie! Bad!"
"I hope that you are okay flying without any elitist (business class) perks. You won't get any free cheese like you normally take for granted," I teased him.
"You sound like a bitchy mouse," he teased.

I suppose that my new nickname is bitchy mouse, which is funny. It doesn't describe my personality at all! I kind of like it.

In the car, I got to caress his head and we said goodbye. I asked him if I could kiss him. He said yes, so we did. He spent a good minute rubbing my thigh with his hand.

"I love your thighs. I can't wait to see you in a short skirt soon," he said to me.
"We need treehouse time when you're back," I replied.
"Yes, we'll arrange for something," he said, with both of us smiling at each other.

We got out of the car. My guy got his stuff out of the trunk and even helped me move my rolling bag into it. We embraced for a decent period. He assured me that he'd call me one he was in India.

I am glad that I got to drop him off at the airport and that we had lunch. Seeing him makes stressful workdays melt away.

Making up for a lost lunch date

My guy and I were contemplating whether to have lunch on Wednesday. For some reason, Wednesdays are often not meant for us to get together to chat and eat.

Today, my guy had a huge breakfast and then snacked on some trail mix. So, by the time lunch had rolled around, he wasn't hungry at all. Instead, he rescheduled lunch for Thursday.

I didn't feel sad. I wasn't disappointed. I ended up going to work just before 13:30. Wednesdays tend to be long for me. I have early morning conference calls that start at 07:30 and tend to be chatting throughout the day with various folks.

Just before I headed off to my 16:00 meeting (the third and final meeting of the day), my guy called me. We chatted a bit. I told him how great it was to hear his voice. I said it twice. He wished me a good meeting and told me to swing by the training room after work.

My meeting went overboard by fifteen minutes, which wasn't too bad. We have quite the chatterbox in the group. For me to cut it short like that was almost a miracle.

I dropped by the training room. My guy was quietly working in front of his laptop, trying to upload a bunch of files to a corporate FTP site. It was painfully slow.

We talked about our day. I caressed his head, massaged his forearm, and held his hand in mine. He was wearing the sweater that I had bought for him while I was in London. He looked good in it. He loves it.

We both had the same thought. He said it out loud. I just did it.

"May I get a kiss?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, teasing him.

We kissed. His soft lips pressed against mine always feel so good. It was nice to pause a bit by brushing my cheek up against his before kissing it. I then resumed kissing him on the lips, licking them, adding a bit of tongue to the mix.

My guy changed the ambiance up a bit. He dimmed the lights and hooked his laptop to the projector, which was at a fairly dim brightness.

He came over to where I was sitting and caressed my breasts. I loved how great they felt. He placed his hands under my green sweater and played with my breasts some more, massaging them in my black bra. He proceeded to reach under my bra, to play with my breasts and nipples. It felt so good.

He could tell that I was turned on. He rubbed my crotch and kissed me. He wanted me to reach orgasm. It worked. I did. It was awesome.

Moments later, when I had more energy, I managed to stand up, and lovingly caress and kiss the top of his head. He liked that. I then rested my cheek against it.

He tells me that I am sweet and cute. He is sweet and loving, among other adjectives.

We talked a bit more before we called it a day. This moment together certainly made up for our cancelled lunch date.

Early Christmas gift exchange on a bittersweet date night

I started writing this post weeks ago. It was difficult to finish. It was the last time when my guy and I were together before he went on business. I decided to finally finishing writing it at long last.

My guy is moody. Last Wednesday, we had lunch together. I could tell that he was not having a great day.

He had a seminar in which the folks had constant problems with our software application. Many were not listening to what he had suggested to do. As a result, they had multiple problems. He was clearly stressed.

On top of that, my guy had to plan for his trip to Turkey. He wanted an aisle seat, but he could not select that online like he normally does. Ah, the fun of booking a code-sharing flight. My guy insists on having the aisle seat. He has long legs and it makes stretching easier.

My guy apologized for not being his normal self. I did manage to make him smile, which he appreciated.

We didn't talk for a couple of days. I had sent him an e-mail, asking how he was doing. He is the type of person who likes to work himself out of such low periods. I gave him some space.

On Friday, he called me. He was talking funny. He advised that he had a filling done and that his mouth was frozen. He wanted to see me. I told him that I'd love to, but that it was my time of the month. He said that it was okay if I skipped our meeting. I told him that it would be the last time that I'd see him for a while. I wanted to see him.

It's funny, but sometimes, we tend to say stuff that we don't mean to say. He thought that perhaps I wasn't feeling great about seeing him because my period has started. I told him later that I would be longing to be with him, so I truly needed to see him.

We met at our usual spot just after 16:00. He looked good. He was carrying my Christmas present in his hands. We needed to exchange gifts early, for he was off to Turkey for three weeks and we weren't going to spend the holidays together.

My guy remembered when I looked at a world globe in Stockholm and said that I have always wanted one. He bought me one that spits out interesting facts about any country, including its national anthem and climate. It was an awesome gift, complete with a purple bow on top.

We got into the backseat of my car. I handed him the gifts that I gave him. He loved them all. He loves how my gifts are thoughtful and practical.

I took off my jacket. He looked at the fitted fuchsia v-neck sweater that I had on. He told me that he loved how it hugged my breasts. I told him that I bought it at his favourite store, Costco. I haven't bought any clothes there for years, but this sweater was a winner.

We kissed and hugged. We kissed some more. He played with my breasts. I caressed the back of his head.

I eventually made it down to his crotch, stroking his hard cock. It drove him wild. He had to have me play with it. He pulled down his pants and briefs, and I got to play with his erect member. I jerked him off, playing with his balls, and making my guy feel good by his ejaculating all over my hand. Afterwards, my guy apologized for making a mess in the backseat. I told him that my seats were protected from stains, which made us both laugh.

I continued to lovingly caress the back of his head. He told me that my hands were like a furnace. He enjoyed how my hands warmed his privates. He loved my touch.

We talked for a while. I had my arm around his, with my head resting against his left bicep. He pointed out that it was so intimate. I just love cuddling up to him.

My guy and I were getting hungry. We drove over to our favourite Chinese restaurant for dinner. I had the lemon chicken with noodles. He teased me about the noodles. I teased him back about his being predictable with his food dishes, too.

It was a great date night. It was bittersweet, as we weren't going to see each other for weeks. We had one final long kiss before we made our separate ways. I wished him a safe flight. He reassured me that we'd talk often over Skype.

Enough said and paddles

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

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

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

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

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

There was another intriguing discussion between the two main characters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lunch and love taps

On Monday morning, my guy wrote me an e-mail, asking if I wanted to do lunch. I sure did. I replied, indicating that I'd meet him at our usual restaurant. 

When I got to the restaurant's parking lot, I waited for a bit in my car. I would say that five minutes after I had parked there, he arrived and found my car. He opened my car door, I got out, and we walked in together.

We took off our coats before sitting down at the table. I looked at his shirt. In Las Vegas, I took a risk and bought him a brown dress shirt. I knew what collar size and arm length he wore, but I never feel comfortable buying shirts without him to try them on. This one fit him perfectly. He loved it. I was relieved! I got to touch him and his right shirt sleeve. He looked good in it and I told him so.

He said that wearing the shirt will always remind him of me. I said that his wearing this shirt would be as if I were hugging him all day long. He wanted underwear that did the same thing, which made me smile.

He looked at my pink sweater from Eddie Bauer that I was wearing (outlets rock!) and loved how it "hugged my tits." He really loved it. He told me that he was eager to see what was underneath my sweater. He also said that I looked especially cute today, and that he loved my cute chin and my lips.

We ate, laughed, and talked about work between these compliments that we were both dishing out to each other.

He was kind to pay for lunch. I thanked him again. He always likes the company, as do I.

We left the restaurant and he walked me to my car to "tuck me in." I got in it. He liked my Mickey Mouse steering wheel cover that I had purchased when we were both in New Jersey, shopping as if we weren't going to be in the States for a while.

He leaned in to kiss me. It was a long, nice kiss. I took his hat off and caressed his head. It was wonderful. We both agreed.

We drove back to work and he found where I had parked. We walked into our office building together, which has renovations going on. So, we had to stop by the training room where he is for the entire week.

We held hands. My left hand was cold. His was not. He remarked that it may be a first.

My guy gave me a couple of love taps on my left buttock. I playfully rubbed it and claimed that it hurt. He smiled, as did I. I love when he does that.