Dopey conversation at the office

My guy told me what had happened to him once he got back to the office. We had just had lunch and I had given him a handjob afterwards.

"I met your colleague's husband when I picked up my new laptop," he said.
"Yes. How did it go?" I asked him.
"I was so dopey that I was talking slowly and he problem thought I was high on weed," he recounted.
"I'm glad that I did a good job. He probably thought that you were tired," I noted.
"I hope so. I was dopey. I probably didn't make much sense. I didn't want to talk," he replied.
"You still had cum on your black slacks, right?" I recalled.
"I did. Luckily, my coat was long enough to hide it," he said.

I love when he's dopey.

Reaching over to give a handjob

I reached over to find my guy's crotch. As expected, he was hard. I stroked his member in his jeans.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. I got to hold and play with his extremely erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He envisioned me being there all the time for his pleasure.

He loved the thought so much that he came. Cum came out like a fountain. He was happy and dopey. I was already in dopey mode, so we were a matching couple.

I like when I make him ejaculate. Mission accomplished.

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.

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.

Handjob

I enjoy giving my guy a handjob. I did it over the weekend.

"I often picture being bent over a boardroom table by you," I said, holding his erect cock in my hand.
"Yes," he said.
"I'm wearing a tight blouse and a short black skirt that barely covers my butt. My legs are bare," I noticed.
"I love that," he said, getting more aroused.
"Do you love f*cking slutty girls?" I asked him, which got him extremely horny.
"I love f*cking a cute Chinese girl," he confessed.
"You can all day long, you know," I hinted.

My guy came a lot. His cum ran down his cock and coated my hand. He was happy. I was, too.

Treehouse time and a handjob

I reached over to my guy's crotch area. I felt his wallet.

"Your cock is rectangular these days," I teased, which made him laugh.
"You're almost there," he noted.

Being dopey from a wonderful orgasm and a hard spanking will do that to a girl.

I found his erect penis and started to stroke it. My guy was so turned on that he immediately brought his member out for me to hold and caress.

I kissed its head first and then the shaft. His cock was responsive, which I always enjoy.

My guy wanted a handjob, so I went to work. He brought his phone out and we watched a video of a woman being taken from behind by a man.

"That's me," I noted. "I need to get a garter belt like hers."
"That would be nice. I would like that a lot," he replied.

My guy came hard. His cum coated my entire hand and ran onto his thigh. I referred to his cum as being warm hand lotion. There was a lot of it, which I haven't witnessed in a long time.

He was dopey for the longest time. I kissed him on the cheek as we both cuddled.

"I love when you kiss me like that," he noted.
"You're nice to kiss," I replied.

Treehouse time is always a treat with him.

Yee-haw! Part 2

I work from home on Wednesdays. My guy pinged me on our corporate instant messaging app towards the end of my workday.

We chatted for quite some time.

"Are you in the countryside?" I asked him.
"Nope, I'm in the city," he replied.
"I guess that you won't be saying yee-haw, unless you are cuming," I noted.

We both laughed.

Dreaming of a library and the fountain of cum

I had a couple of vivid dreams last night. The first one had me in an elaborate library, trying to renew my library card.

It's interesting that it wasn't my first time dreaming about being in such a setting. I will need to do a bit of research to figure out what all this symbolism means in a dream.

I also dreamt of giving my guy a handjob. His juices flowed down his erect cock as if it were some sort of fountain. Yes, the fountain of cum!

Again, I can only speculate that I miss my guy and I want to be near his fountain of cum.

Flipping things around for a handjob and fingering

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HR leads to a fast, enjoyable handjob

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No bra under my t-shirt makes my guy happy

A couple of weeks ago, my guy got turned on by a photo of me in shorts, showing my bare legs. I sometimes forget how turned on he gets. It doesn't take much. He simply loves who I am.

Last week, we were in the treehouse. I could tell all day that he wanted to play with my breasts. I was wearing a pink t-shirt with a scoop neckline.

"Take your bra off. I want to play with your breasts under your shirt," he said, highly aroused.
"Okay," I said.

I unfastened all bra hooks at the back. Moments later, with a bit of help from my guy (he likes to assist, being the polite person that he is), we took my bra off without having me take off my t-shirt.

He played with my breasts that were still under my t-shirt. We both enjoyed the sensation.

I then played with his hard cock in his khaki pants. He loved how my lilac polish looked on my nails as I stroked his erect member.

Eventually, we took his erect penis out of his pants and I gave him a handjob. It was good. My guy said that he loves me, as if it were a mantra.

He came. We saw cum. We did well.

We cleaned up and cuddled afterwards.

I would say that roughly forty minutes later, I put my bra back on. He whistled at me. He's a fun, sweet person.

It takes one photo of me to turn him on

Last Tuesday, my guy and I had lunch together. After I had indicated that I wanted to unwrap him as my birthday gift, I shared some photos with him of my trip to Shanghai.

I had visited Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. There were Yao Ming's footprints there, so I took a photo of my feet over his and showed my guy.

"You're wearing shorts," he said, admiring my bare legs.
"Yes, it was hot there," I replied.

I sometimes forget how turned on he gets by my bare legs. There have been times where, after we have been intimate, he has hugged my legs and has told me that he loves them.

After we had finished lunch, he stood up. I was still seated for a couple of seconds. My eyes were level with his crotch. I saw a bulge. Yep, he was bulgy boy.

We left the restaurant and got into his car. He pulled out of the parking lot.

At the intersection, he hesitated.

"It's a left turn to get back to the office," I said.

He turned right. This turn goes to our usual parking lot for treehouse time.

"We're going to Starbucks!" I exclaimed happily.
"No, that place steals your money," he said.

He parked in our usual parking spot. We got out and headed into the backseat.

It was nice to hug and kiss. He has the sweetest lips. We had both missed making out.

He managed to place his right hand down my pants and underpants. He fingered my butt and said that he missed my backside.

Moments later, I came. I enjoyed it so much that he did it again, kissing my neck and shoulder the second time. I felt so lethargic afterwards.

I caressed his hard cock that was still in his pants. We eventually let it out so that I could give him a handjob. I loved wrapping my hand around it.

He told me that he loves when I am a bad girl that makes him feel good. He ejaculated. There was so much cum that it coated the entire back of my hand. It was almost as if I had dipped my hand in paraffin wax.

"No cum on my seat. It's all on you," he remarked.
"It was perfect timing. You came at the same time as the downpour of rain," I remarked.

We cleaned up and cuddled for a bit before we had to go back to the office and attempt looking alert.

My 1,000 post - the fountain of cum

I just realized that this post will be my 1,000th post! I decided to be fancy and place a comma in the number -- just because I can.

I never thought that I would be blogging this much. It helps to have a ton of topics to write about and great readers like you who stop by and say hi. Thanks so much for your support over the years!

On Saturday, after I was spanked and pleasured, it was my turn to reciprocate. I moved my hand over my guy's crotch. Sure enough, he was hard.

He touched himself and then let me go back to doing it. He was so turned looking at my berry nail polish, with my hand over his crotch, that he immediately unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. It was nice to touch his hard member again.

My guy obviously missed me. He told me that he lusted after me badly. I gave him a handjob. His cum flowed effortlessly, coating my of my hand. He told me not to stop. I didn't. It was probably one of the best handjobs I have given him. It truly was a fountain of cum that seemed to go on and on.

We both helped clean up afterwards. We used a lot of tissue. In my treehouse, I have a roll of paper towel. We realized that tissue leaves little bits here and there. It was fun trying to carefully pick the bits off his bits.

Keeping his word by spanking me

On Friday night, we had this conversation over the phone while we were both driving home in our respective cars:

"Starbucks is expensive," my guy remarked, favouring Tim Hortons more.
"Starbucks is good, just like me," I said.
"You are never good! I am going to punish you tomorrow," he replied.
"No, I'm a good girl. Maybe I shouldn't come see you," I teased.
"No, you will come and I will make you cum," he insisted.
"You want to see me because you miss me," I hinted.
"I miss punishing you," he pinpointed.
"You're so mean!" I replied.

He kept his word. I am sitting here with a sore backside. All is well!

My guy loves it when I am dopey

A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I had treehouse time on a Friday afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day.

He made me reach orgasm first. I then made him ejaculate all over my hand. It was a nice feeling having my right hand coated with his cum.

I had a roll of paper towel in my car. We used it all to clean up. I ended up holding the cardboard tube in my hand.

"Wakey, wakey!" I said to him, using it as a megaphone.
"I am sort of awake," my guy admitted.
"Cleanup in aisle 1," I said, continuing to talk through the cardboard tube.
"Is that where I am?" my guy said, equally as lethargic as I was.
"Yes, major mess!" I stated with a smile.
"I love when you are dopey and use a cardboard tube as a megaphone," he smiled at me.
"It's fun!"

It sure is.

Laundry, paint, and cum solution

My guy and I like doing laundry. I may have to broaden this topic and say that we both like clothes.

We enjoy shopping and finding deals on clothes. A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I were driving over to our usual restaurant for lunch.

"Is that wool?" I asked him, reaching over and touching his arm.
"Yes, my blazer is wool. Unfortunately, i got paint on the sleeve," he told me, showing it.
"Oh, no. Woolly is not happy," I noted. It's another nickname, as he called himself that one day.
"I know. It's tough enough to find a brown blazer that fits me. It cost me $60 USD for this jacket," he explained, slowly starting to whine.
"It's okay. I am sure that we can remove the paint."

My guy successfully removed the paint with a special kit that we both got at Costco a while back. We had bought a huge tub of Pink Solution, which is a multi-purpose cleaner. It used to be pink, but the company removed the dye. My guy affectionately calls it cum solution, because it looks exactly like semen.

Anyway, we both enjoy doing laundry. I love hanging my clothes outside to dry when the weather is warm and nice. My guy enjoys folding laundry. He goes one step further and takes pride in ironing his shirts and pants.

We are neat, clean freaks to a certain extent. We see nothing wrong with being who we are.

Absence makes my bottom sore after a hard spanking

I playfully acted reluctant to go over my guy's knee. Instead, we made out some more, with my being on my knees, straddling him as he sat in the treehouse. It was wonderful. We truly missed each other after being apart for three weeks.

Finally, I went over his knee. My black lace-trimmed panties were already down my thighs. My guy hiked up my short navy skirt. He caressed my bare buttocks briefly. My punishment then took place.

As promised, he didn't ease into my spanking. He started smacking me hard across each buttock with his bare hand, alternating while calling me a bad girl. It hurt. My protests were ignored as he methodically spanked each buttock hard. I told him that he was being mean and the smacks grew in intensity.

He had had enough of my calling him Mr Meanie. He spanked my right buttock ten times in rapid succession.

"You always give me a lopsided spanking!" I exclaimed.

Of course, it isn't smart to make such a remark while exposing my bare bottom to him. He proceeded to give me the same number of fast smacks across my left butt cheek.

"How's that?" he asked me.
"That hurt!" I whined playfully.
"Good. There's more."

He was right. He tested my pussy to see how wet I was. He proceeded to tease me by fingering me. I wanted to cum badly, but he would stop and spank me some more. Finally, he let me reach orgasm. It was intense and nice.

I remained across his lap, limp. He kissed my bare right buttock three times. He's sweet. He then rubbed my bottom.

I got up and hugged him tightly. I love being in his embrace, especially with a sore bottom. 

Kum and Go

Hello from Colorado!

I have been in this high mile state since Saturday. It's interesting how many medicinal marijuna clinics there are ever since it became legal in this state.

I am having a great time. I have wonderful friends who have been giving me a wonderful tour of their fine state. I am also getting more vitamin D. The sunshine is great!

While heading west on a road trip the other day, I noticed a gas station called Kum and Go. It's clever, except that it made me think of something else.

Can you imagine if the company was named Cum and Go? There would be a lot of horny people arriving there, and a lot of content, dopey folks leaving!

All is well here. I hope that things are great with you. Happy Canada Day from Colorado!