Penis pillow

Let's face it. The penis isn't exactly the most attractive body part.

Well, I stumbled across this fine penis-shaped pillow. Yes, I can see myself cuddling up to a cute, stiff penis on a cold winter's night.

I'm not sure if I'd call him jumbo Pierre, though. There's also a smaller version.

Missing my guy and cuddling sweet gifts

I miss my guy.

He's still working on training materials for a course that is rather new. He's training and tweaking it as he goes.

I miss talking to him. Holding his hand. Hearing about his day. Everything.

It's nice that I have a couple of stuffed plush toys, a purple sheep named Woolly and an owl named Owly, that are on my bed. I'm glad that I can cuddle them when I miss him.

Work keeps me busy and my guy's love gets me through crazy times

Work is keeping me busy. I'm working this weekend.

When things get this hectic, I long to see my guy. He is away on business, equally as busy as I am.

I miss his kisses, hugs, and cuddles. I miss caressing his head and waking up next to him.

All of these thoughts are comforting. His love and support get me through this weird work period. I am thankful that I am grounded.

Thoughts, winter storm, and cuddles

I have a lot to say. The problem is that I said a ton on Monday at work that I am too tired to write about it right now. I'll give it a try in a future post.

In the meantime, a winter storm is brewing. It starts in a few hours. When weather forecasters recommend that you work from home, you do just that. It's estimated that 15 to 20 centimetres of snow will fall. Add to this mix strong winds and freezing rain, and it makes sense to just stay at home.

On Monday night, I went to the grocery store to stock up on food. I enjoy cooking at home these days. I make the time.

My guy is still in India. He is fortunate to not endure all this wintry weather. He told me that he prefers sleeping, especially on snowy days. I like the thought of cuddling up next to him on a snowy day. I wish we had a fireplace!

Back from vacation with memories of playful spankings and cuddles

Both my guy and I are back home. We had a wonderful time together. I am frankly sad that my vacation is over.

It was nice seeing him after work for just over a week. We went out for dinner. We also ordered in when he was exhausted.

Our hotel felt like our home away from home. We watched movies and made popcorn. I helped him wake up. We hugged and kissed just before he went to work. We did the same when we came back to our hotel room.

Moments after I entered our hotel room for the first time, we sat down on the couch and cuddled. I liked when he playfully spanked and tickled me. He felt my left bicep and we had this conversation.

"You are a strong woman," he said, squeezing my bicep.
"Thanks, sweetie. You're strong, too," I replied.
"Your arms are so strong," he said, marvelling my biceps as he held me.

I like when we are playful and loving. I enjoy when he playfully spanks me, which is a precursor to future spankings.

Sleepyhead who likes to snooze

It has been fun watching movies in bed with my guy. He has watched more movies than I have, so it's great getting recommendations from him. We end up cuddling, which is heavenly.

He has a tough time getting up in the morning. The alarm on my phone backs up his. He likes hitting the snooze button multiple times. I am up the first time that I hear the alarm.

The other day, he had a difficult time waking up. I ended up putting his phone on his head. It was on vibrate for ten minutes. It wasn't until I told him what time it was that he was alert and got ready for work.

He's my sleepyhead. I love him for who he is.

Spanking before boarding

I like when my guy and I chat in bed.

"I'm such a good girl," I started.
"No, you're not. I need to spank you hard just before you get on the plane in a few days, so that you remember that you're a bad girl," he insisted.

I like that he knows what to say to me. We continued cuddling some more.

Dropping in at 6 am to cuddle and kiss

Last Sunday, my guy knocked on my hotel room just before 06:00. I opened the door and liked seeing him smile at me.

"I'm sleepyhead," I said, which made him smile.
"I know," he replied.

He got plenty of sleep on the plane. This time around, he found the bathroom just fine. Last time, he thought the closet was the washroom.

We sat on the couch and cuddled. I got him some powdered peanut butter. It's great for travelling. You just add water, stir, and you get peanut butter. It has practically no carbs, which made him happy. I also got him sugar-free mints from Sweden.

He thanked me. He moved in to kiss me on the lips. I loved having his lips pressed against mine. It was nice.

We held hands. He admired my pink nail polish. He loved looking at my hands. He then enjoyed looking at my wrist.

"You're wearing the evil eye bracelet," he observed.
"Yes, I have been wearing it since you got me it. I love how when light hits it, the blue changes to purple," I said.
"Nice! It looks good on you," he said.
"Thanks! I love it," I replied.

It was my time of the month. He was also a bit tired from his travels, so it was nice to chat and cuddle.

"Is your shirt new?" I asked him, snuggling up to him.
"Newish. I got it at our favourite liquidation outlet for $5. My pants were $10," he said proudly.
"I love you, CB," I said.

I love when my sweet Cheap Bastard takes pride in saving a ton of money while looking stylish.

Birthday gifts and snuggles

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

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

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

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

Travel and memories while cuddling

I enjoy when my guy and I cuddle. We have the best conversations, whether we are alert or dopey.

"I am probably going on another business trip soon. It's not confirmed just yet," he said to me.
"Cool. Where are you off to?" I asked him.
"Istanbul. If all goes well, I'd be leaving in the middle of June for a couple of weeks," he said.
"Would you be staying at the same hotel that we were at?" I asked.
"Probably," he said.
"I liked that hotel. I remember the last day when you were shaving your head. You had shaving cream on your head, and you were wearing white slippers and a white bathrobe," I reminisced.
"I looked like a snowman?" he asked.
"Nope. You looked like an angel, except we know that you're not," I said, smirking.
"You're my sweet angel," he said.

He held me tight and kissed me. It was heavenly.

Handjob and cleaning

While cuddling, my guy asked me a question.

"Where's the handjob that you promised me?" he asked.
"I'm ready," I said, moving my hand down to his erect member. "You are, too."

He pulled down his boxer briefs. I was happy to wrap my hand around his hard cock and started jerking him off.

"Do you like to be with bad girls like me?" I asked him.
"Yes, a lot," he replied.
"If we were on your flight home, you could f*ck me from behind in the bathroom, right?" I asked.
"Definitely. We would fit just fine and we would cum together," he said.
"If we were in the taxi from the airport to the hotel, you would f*ck me in the backseat, wouldn't you?" I asked.
"For sure. I'd love it," he said.

Moments later, he ejaculated all over my hand. I get great satisfaction making him cum.

"I'm going to get a towel. Don't move," I said, which made him laugh.

The best part of being in a hotel room is cleaning up with clean towels. It's definitely better than having paper towel in the car. I cleaned up the cum and then returned to cuddling up next to him.

Punished with a leather paddle, followed by cuddles

My guy and I moved from the sofa in our hotel room to the side of the bed. My guy was unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans. I sat on the edge of the bed next him, groping his right buttock.

"I think that you should be punished for being bad, not me," I insisted, enjoying groping him.
"Nope, you're my bad girl. Bend over the bed," he said.
"I don't want to," I said, reluctantly.

As I bent over, he gave me a playful smack on my left buttock.

I had a short skirt on. He lifted it up, which exposed my black panties. The black leather paddle matched up nicely with them.

He started smacking my left buttock a few times before he moved over to my right. The smacks started to sting after the first twenty.

"You're mean to my bottom," I said. "It hurts."
"Good," he replied. "Did you bring the wooden paddle?"
"No," I said.
"That's a reason to spank you harder," he insisted, doing just that.
"That hurts a lot!" I exclaimed.
"Where did you leave the wooden paddle?" he asked, continuing the paddling.
"I left it in my car," I said. "I can't be expected to bring everything because you're lazy."
"What, I'm going to go fetch it?" he asked.
"Yes," I challenged.

He pulled down my panties. I became completely aroused. I love when he does it. I know that I have been his bad girl.

The smacks were hard. He paused to run his hand from the back of my ankle to my thigh, and then went in the oppose direction down my right leg. He loves my bare legs.

He continued to paddle me across my bare butt.

"I love how red your butt is," he said, admiring the view.

He teased me by fingering my wet pussy, which made me want to orgasm. He then gave me a few smacks and did it again. He's my Mr. Meanie.

Eventually, he fingered me and made me reach orgasm hard. It was amazing.

He went to wash up. I pulled myself onto the king bed and rested there.

He came over and chuckled. He joined me in bed and cuddled.

"My butt is sore," I said.
"Good," he said.

He kissed me on my forehead as we continued to cuddle. I love a good start to the weekend.

Good girl gets a second spanking

Last weekend, my guy spanked me with a leather paddle. After a number of fun activities, we were cuddling in bed and chatting.

Somehow, I managed to say the following in passing:

"I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"It's time," he said, holding the leather paddle.
"But, you just spanked me," I pointed out.
"I need to spank you again for saying that you're good, when you aren't. Turn over."

I rolled over on my stomach. We were both naked. He slapped me hard with the leather paddle.

I don't get double spankings often. When I do, I like them. Sure, the second time stings more. However, I get more aroused because I am super bad in my guy's eyes.

After my hard spanking, he caressed my buttocks and gave me a hug. We cuddled some more in bed.

"My bottom is sore," I said, lying on my side.
"Good, my sweet bad girl," he said.

He hugged me tighter. I loved it.

Paddling and having anal sex on a Saturday morning

My guy and I got into the bed and cuddled. It always feels good to be in his arms.

He helped me take off my panties and shorts, along with my cold shoulder shirt.

We intertwined our legs. He caressed my left leg and got aroused.

I groped his buttock. He liked that. So did I.

"Where are the paddles?" he asked me.
"They are on the table," I replied, pointing at the table.

He got up and headed over to it. I continued admiring his naked backside from afar.

I brought two paddles with me this time. One was leather and the other was wood. He opted for the former.

"Turn around," he said, returning to the bed.
"But, I'm a good girl," I replied.
"You never are, sweetie," he said.

I turned onto my stomach. He proceeded to smack each buttock with the leather paddle. At first, I was okay. Then, each smack got harder and my butt was getting pretty sore. Several smacks later, he had another question for me.

"Where are the condoms and lube?" he asked next.
"They are in my luggage," I replied.

I am pretty organized. He appreciated it. He found my luggage and rummaged through it. He placed a condom on his hard member and applied lube.

Anal sex doesn't intimidate either of us anymore. I did have one flashback to our first time. This time became pretty close to my head bashing into the wooden headboard, as was the case our first time trying anal sex. I pointed that out and we moved further away from said headboard.

The sex was amazing. I came and became pretty dopey. We cuddled some more.

"I love your butt," my guy said to me, kissing my forehead.
"I love yours, too," I replied, groping is bare buttock.

I love starting a Saturday off right with him.

Cuddler chair

I was leafing through the latest Costco magazine that I got in the mail. I found a cuddler chair.

Currently, the site is down for maintenance. I am curious to know how much it goes for. Both my guy and I enjoy cuddling. It seems like the perfect little cuddler chair for us. It's like a sofa, but circular.

When the site is back up, I'll try and link to it. It's cute.

We'd also have to test it out to see whether it can also be a spanking chair.

Nuking a potato that starts a fire sparks a fun chat while cuddling

Last week at the office, I got up to refill my mug of tea with hot water in the lunchroom. It smelled like something was burning.

I chatted with a colleague, who agreed that something was burning. She went to contact someone. She came back and let me know that someone was attempting to bake a potato in the microwave. The potato was being nuked for ten minutes. The paper towel on which the potato rested had caught on fire.

I have never nuked a potato in the microwave before. Perhaps placing it on a microwaveable dish would have been more appropriate. I don't know whether the potato was pierced. It should have been.

My guy and I have fun conversations after being intimate. We were cuddling when I told him about this store.

"The sad thing is that the fire wasn't big enough to burn the whole building down," I said.
"You really hate going to work, don't you?" he said, smiling.
"What tipped you off?" I asked, teasing him.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the burning down part," he grinned.
"Maybe," I said.

We both laughed. We continued to cuddle and chat.

Spanking and sex

My guy and I walked towards the king-sized bed. I went to bend over the bed, with my guy giving me a light smack with his hand across my left buttock.

He caressed both buttocks. I had a short blue pair of shorts on, with white little flowers. He gave each cheek a smack.

He proceeded to pull down my shorts and lavender-coloured panties. I got excited immediately.

"I must have been bad if you're going to smack my bare butt," I remarked.
"Yes, you've been a very bad girl," he replied.

He meticulously smacked each buttock in succession. They were firm smacks.

"You know that hurts," I said to him.
"Good," he replied, continuing to spank me.

After a while, he stopped.

"Did you bring the paddle?" he asked.
"Yes, it's in the bag over there," I replied, pointing to the desk.

He went to get the sturdy wooden paddle that he had given me for Christmas. Instead of spanking me across both buttocks like he normally does with it, he alternated paddling each side. It hurt, but I like it better when he paddles each buttock. The smacks are evenly distributed.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed.
"I know. You deserve it," he insisted.
"You're mean!" I said.
"That's my job," he replied.

My guy was turned on looking at the view that he had. He paused to get his phone, to take photos of my rosy butt and my being stretched out on the bed.

"Did you bring lube and condoms?" he asked.
"I have come prepared. Both are in my luggage," I said, face down.

He went over to my luggage and found everything. He is always pleased at how prepared I am. I had got up to see if he needed any help, but he was fine.

His cock was hard. He stood there and his erect penis was perpendicular to the floor. It was impressive.

I got back on the bed. He took me from behind. I love when his body is pressed up against mine.

At one point, he told me to look at the wall mirror. It was conveniently placed such that I saw him on top of me. I liked what I was looking at. It was loving, intimate, and sexy. Eventually, we both came.

We cleaned up a bit before we stretched out on the bed, cuddled up to each other. It was a good Saturday.

Staycation with my guy this weekend... yay!

It's confirmed! I'm doing another staycation in my guy's town this weekend.

My guy and I had a decent chat yesterday.

"I miss you. Getting a room is more enjoyable," he admitted.
"I miss you, too. I agree. I like cuddling with you and more," I said.

It's nice to look forward to the weekend.

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.

Flipping things around for a handjob and fingering

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