Chin and ears

My guy and I were in my car the other day. He looked at me lovingly.

"I've always loved your chin. It's cute," he said, touching it.
"You're sweet," I replied.

It's nice. I feel the same way about his ears.

W is for whiskers and belt welts

This post is a mix of thoughts that I have had recently.

The other day, I decided to purchase a hair removal system that permanently gets rid of unwanted hair. There have been some promising scientific studies on this device.

Several years ago, I tried one product that seemed to work. My guy has remarked that my legs are smooth, even if I forget to shave my legs. The downside to the device that I used back then is that I can't get replacement sticky pads for it.

Since my twenties, I have had facial stubble around my chin and jawline. I tend to pluck them. However, I cannot do any plucking while using this new hair removal system. Instead, I need to shave daily.

I must have at least forty hairs. I do feel like a guy when I shave my face, but only for a minute.

I have also been thinking about having the belt used for a future spanking. My guy wants to try it. It does turn me on when he holds his brown belt in his hand, moments after he has removed it from his belt loop.

I still fear getting welts, although I have been reassured that it won't happen and that my guy will take it easy on me. My guy encourages me to try it. I may like it. He has always been more of a risk taker than I am. I admire that quality in him.

I will keep you posted on both experiences down the road.

Missing him, being missed, and modelling black, lacy panties

I miss my guy. I could tell that he has been missing me a lot lately, too.

My guy knows that I work from home on Thursdays. This morning, he sent me a message on Skype just after 09:00, asking if I was online. Half an hour later, we briefly typed to each other on Skype before we went into a voice conversation.

I love hearing his voice. He will be the first person to say that he doesn't like his own voice. I find it sexy, though. The feeling is mutual about my voice, too, except that I don't like hearing my voice played back in a voicemail recording or something similar.

We talked for half an hour. It was nice to catch up. I just got a new laptop at work, so I have been busy installing software and configuring various settings. He is still in St. Petersburg on a business trip. He comes home this Sunday.

He asked whether we could talk again later on in the day. I was fine with that plan.

We talked again at around 14:30. He told me that he loves my cute chin. He misses my smile. I miss kissing him on the lips, among other activities.

He wasn't sure if he was using the expression, bottom out, properly. I said that he was. I told him that my default expression, which applies to me only these days, is bottoms up. He agreed. Lately, he has been telling me that I have a cute backside that he can't wait to punish. He also indicated that he loves the visual of my bending over a desk with my butt sticking out for him to smack, while enjoying the look of my legs stretched out.

My guy wanted to hear my voice. He wanted me to talk about anything. So, I provided a follow-up discussion about getting black, lacy panties. I told him that I got a couple of comfortable ones this week.

We did something different today. He wanted me to take pictures of my wearing a pair of black lacy panties. He wanted front, side, and backside pictures of my modelling a pair. It was the first time that I have ever taken photos of myself wearing cute panties, but I complied like a good girl.

I took a couple of shots of my having my panties down my legs. He likes the contrast of the panties against my skin. However, he likes looking at my legs and I thought that I'd be creative.

I uploaded them to Skype. He was horny. He was happy after seeing my pictures, which is putting it mildly.

We got into a phone sex session effortlessly. It was wonderful. The imagery of our bodies pressed up against each other as we make love is sweet and sensual. His telling me that he can't wait to hump me was his way of saying that he was longing for me. My craving to be hugged and spanked by him was normal, but I especially miss him these days.

"I will be back next week," he said to me after our session.
"It'll be great to see you again, especially in the treehouse," I stated.
"Yes. Two weeks without being with you is far too long."

I couldn't agree more.