Hit-and-run bumper scratches

On Friday night, I went out for a drive-thru event. After it was over, I went to order some pizza for dinner.

I parked in a plaza that I hadn't been in over a decade. It was raining and windy at around 8:30 pm. I got my goods and headed back to my car. The rain had stopped.

There was enough light for me to notice that my passenger front bumper had yellow scratches on it. A yellow vehicle must have grazed my car.

On Saturday, I went to file an accident report. It went smoother than I had anticipated. I then went ahead and called my car insurance to create a claim. I am waiting for a link to upload photos of my car's scratches and then find out when I can get my car fixed.

Ah, the joys of a hit-and-run incident. Luckily, I wasn't in the vehicle and this issue can be fixed.

Watching Fifty Shades Darker and touching in the theatre

My guy has completed his first week on travel. He told me that it has been a rough week for him and is glad that it is over.

He is travelling from Brussels to Chennai as I type. He called me just before leaving for the airport.

"Fifty Shades Darker is coming out next week. I can't wait to see it," I told him.
"I know," my guy acknowledged. "Are you going to touch yourself in the theatre as you watch it?"
"I'd rather have you touch me while we watch the movie," I pointed out.
"True. We'll see it once I'm back and can touch you then."

We miss each other. He's still my sleepyhead, trying to adjust to the time difference. He gets to do it all again once he arrives.

Naming places of interest on a map with sexy body parts

My guy is the first to admit that he is directionally challenged. I started this conversation the other day.

"It amazes me how you have trouble finding your car in a parking lot. When it comes to finding and touching various parts of me, you have no difficulty. You don't need a map. Nothing," I remarked.
"That's true. I can find any part of you that I'd like to touch, even in the dark," my guy said proudly.
"I wonder why that is," I pondered.
"Maybe various neighbourhoods need to have sexy body part names, like misty valley or nipple hills. I would find my way just fine," he observed.

He would definitely be happy and would be GPS-free!

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.

Being naughty and being spanked in the dark?

We have over a week to go before we see each other again. We have been writing e-mails to each other daily, simply because my guy's Internet connection at the hotel has not been great for online chatting.

This weekend, he is travelling to a different part of India. This client has booked his hotel room. We are hoping that the Internet connection is better, so that we can Skype.

As you can tell, it's pretty quiet these days as far as spankings go. We haven't talked much about it. It has been nice to talk about regular, couple things in your e-mails. We've also had some silly moments.

Of course, it's also that time of the month for me. I feel like a blob. Luckily, the blob feeling tends to disappear after a day or two.

In the meantime, I have been catching up with my podcasts. A couple of years ago, I downloaded Piers Morgan Tonight. I used to listen to Larry King Live until Larry King retired. I came across this interesting transcript between Piers and Ricky Gervais back in 2011. The latter had just finished hosting the Golden Globe Awards and had offended many nominees.

Morgan: You know what happens to naughty boys back in Britain?
Gervais: Oh, this is getting weird. Larry King never did this?
Morgan: You know what happens to naughty boys, Ricky. They get taken into darkened rooms and they get a thoroughly good spanking.
Gervais: OK. I'm leaving.

I like how some podcasts catch my attention more than others.

My guy and I have a similar sort of banter. He'll ask me whether I know what happens to naughty girls like me. I will say that I don't know. He will tell me that they get spanked.

I am not sure whether getting taken in a dark room and getting a spanking would work for me. I don't like the idea of him spanking me in the dark. It's dark. He could miss the target, for instance. It's definitely more practical to spank me under some light source and see my backside glow as more smacks land across it.

My guy and I tend to not have sex in the dark. We like to see each other's reactions. We like to know what we're doing. If we did so in the dark, we would likely fall asleep faster.

I am always a naughty girl. I do need to be thoroughly spanked -- just not in the dark.