Aspiring to be Clint Eastwood

When we were in our early stages of dating, my guy revealed that he always wanted to be a manly, macho man growing up, like Clint Eastwood. Although he is manly, he has a gentle, boyish side. I first noted it when he was driving to Montreal and stopped to get ice cream.

"I know you don't like your boyish side, but I do. It compliments your manly side," I said to him while we were eating lunch.
"I loved Clint Eastwood as a boy. I wanted to be like him," he admitted.
"I know. But, you are you. You should embrace who you are. I do," I said.
"You're sweet. I wanted to say, 'Go ahead. Make my day,' like he did," he said.
"If you said, 'Make my day,' I would tell you to make your own day. Why do I have to do all the hard work?" I said rhetorically.

He laughed. I love him just the way he is, without the Clint Eastwood split personality.

Dinner date before flying off

Whenever my guy and I are at the office, we often go out for lunch together. We haven't done that since late November.

For some reason, the demand for classes held at our workplace has subsided substantially. He hasn't been travelling all that much, either. I can't complain, for I have been lucky to see him more than I used to when he was constantly on the road.

I do miss having lunch with him, though.

Dinner with him on Saturday felt like our lunch dates. We revisited the same restaurant close to our workplace. The place has revamped their menus, which was the only change.

Despite the restaurant being pretty packed for a Saturday night, we managed to get seated quickly and got out of there in an hour.

I went with my regular dish, which is the spicy garlic chicken. I scoured the new menu for something with ginger in it, for my guy loves ginger. I found ginger beef, which he automatically ordered.

We were both happy to have our favourite dishes. It was also nice to catch up. My guy looked tired from the stress of doing a last-minute task that was unexpected before heading to meet me. However, he was happy hearing me talk. I suppose that it gave him some time to unwind.

After dinner, we walked holding hands to our cars. Naturally, I led the way to the office. First, I have a lead foot when I drive. Second, it allows my guy to follow me without getting lost.

We parked at work. My guy got his luggage and such out of his car and into mine. We then got into my car, with my offering to car-sit his car for three weeks. Naturally, my guy held onto his keys rather tightly.

I caressed his head, which had stubble that was soft to the touch. We then held hands as I drove us over to the terminal.

I parked. He gave me his usual just-stand-there-and-don't-lift-anything-because-I-don't-want-you-to-hurt-your-back look as he unloaded my car's trunk and placed each item on a cart.

We hugged. It felt like a minute being in each other's arms. He smelled good. I felt good. I could tell that he did, too.

"Send me a quick note that you have arrived safely," I said to him.
"Will do," he replied, blowing me a kiss as he headed into the terminal.

He's gone for three weeks. It's a good thing that we have Skype.

Snatching his car keys while he's dopey

The other day, after my guy had ejaculated hard in the treehouse, he sat there all dopey. He's sweet that way.

I playfully managed to reach over and take his car keys out of his right pocket of his jeans. I now know how I can drive his manual car. All I need to do is make him reach orgasm and then make my move.

"Hey, give me back my keys!" he said in a sleepy tone.
"I get to drive your car. Yay!" I teased.
"You are taking advantage of me when I can't do anything," he admitted.
"I like it," I said, smiling.

It really is fun teasing him. The next challenge was to get him to the airport and have him stand up on his own.

I did manage to drive him over there. He slowly started sobering up.

"Give me back my keys," he said to him once I was parked on the departures level.
"Okay," I said, holding out the keys, but then taking them away when he went to grab them.

I did give them back.

"See, I am a good girl," I stated proudly.
"You are never a good girl. I will spank you hard when I return," he promised.

We got his luggage out of my car's trunk. He embraced and kissed.

My guy is in Dubai for nearly two weeks. He's halfway done, so it's not as bad as it sounds.

Travelling to my guy's town when he's not there and yearning for his embrace

Timing is everything, they say.

Work is better these days. I have been training an intern who is a mini version of me. She has the same work ethic and understands things quickly. She's great.

I am also involved with hiring another intern with my manager. We head over to a university on Friday to interview a bunch of candidates. The crazy thing is that it's in my guy's hometown, which is an hour away from our office.

If my guy were in town, I would stop by and hang out with him. Unfortunately, he is still on the road.

"Things don't work out as perfectly as we want them to," my guy said to me with his usual, sound wisdom.
"I know. I have to wait more than a week to see you instead," I said.
"You can do it. I miss you lots. I can't wait to hold you again."

I am counting down the days as if it were Christmas.

Mini second spanking after the first one

Resting in my guy's arms after having been spanked, we were chatting.

Somehow, he went on one of his pun tangents. Additionally, he told me that we needed more lubricant and that we should get it from something like cocksandasses.com. I immediately woke up from my dopey state and gave my guy a confused look.

"What?" my guy exclaimed. "You don't like it?"
"I am completely awake now," I said.
"You rolled your eyes," he remarked. 

We were in a nice embrace. He hiked up my skirt and found my bare left buttock. He smacked it hard several times. I had to rub it, for it hurt.

"Your hand needs to be on my cock," he told me, carefully moving my hand from shielding my buttock to his erect penis.

He smacked my left buttock again. It was hard. It hurt even more. I told him so. My hand left his hard penis. I had to rub my buttock some more.

"That hurts, especially after my first spanking," I told him.
"Good. You should just say that my Web site URL and puns were both clever and funny. Since you didn't, I had to punish you."

I do like getting an immediate second spanking. It hurts, though. However, it's nice that he likes to dish it out.

Unfortunately, I was left with another lopsided spanking. He hugged me some more afterwards, as we continued to chat some more in the treehouse.

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. 

K is for a kiss

My guy and I love kissing each other. When we do, we can often go for minutes. It's a problem when we have to leave immediately for work or something.

My guy had to go to work the day that I was leaving Montreal. For me, it would be an easy drive home, so I didn't have a set time to leave.

After we had breakfast together, we headed back to our room. He gathered his laptop and hat. He told me to drive safely and let him know when I had arrived home. He knows that I have a lead foot when I drive and told me to ease off the accelerator. I nodded obediently.

I wished him a safe drive to work and a great day. You could tell that we wanted to kiss, but knew that we would be in a lip lock for a while. Instead, we embraced each other tightly.

He left the room and I continued to pack.

Five minutes later, I heard him come through the door.

"Hello!" he exclaimed, trying to find me. I was off to the side, packing away my toiletries.
"Hey, you're back!" I said, surprised to see him so soon. "What did you forget?"
"My change," he said, picking up half the toonies and quarters off the desk.
"You're not going to take all your change?" I asked him curiously.
"No, I'm good with half my stash."

Our eyes met. We both knew that we should have kissed earlier. We made up for it. It was one sweet kiss that didn't make us want to make out, take off our clothes, and spend the rest of the day in bed together. It was meaningful and loving.

We hugged yet again. Our hug felt nice, too. It was a decent, long one. I hugged him tight. He reciprocated.

"If I see you back for a third time, I will be concerned. But, I won't mind seeing you so soon," I said, smiling at him.

My guy smiled back at me, blew me a kiss, and left for work.

A hug is just a hug... but more - part 2

After I parked the car in a parking lot across the street from the restaurant, my guy and I got out, and found the ticket machine. After figuring out that you had to press a sequence of buttons to get an $8 ticket for overnight parking, we headed back to my car to place the ticket on the dash, and headed towards the restaurant.

My guy immediately grabbed my hand. He wanted to hold it, which is one of many charming qualities about him. It felt so good as we walked together.

"I want to hug you. Can I hug you now?"
"Okay," I said, as we stopped in the middle of the parking lot.

We hugged. It was such a warm embrace on a cool autumn evening. He pressed up against me. I could feel how hard his member was against me. We kissed. It was a long, sweet, meaningful kiss. I caressed the back of his head.

When we unlocked lips, I felt like I was walking on air. It was the best feeling in the world. I felt euphoric. We both did, to the point where we needed a moment to figure out where the restaurant was.

You would think that being with him for three years wouldn't cause such sparks to fly when you kiss and hug. After all, we have locked lips and have embraced a multitude of times. This one was special. We both felt it.

We walked some more, once we figured out in which direction to go. We were still holding hands. My guy pulled me aside, in front of a closed dry cleaning place.

We hugged and kissed some more. There is something so romantic about doing so when it's nightfall and it's dark. He groped my buttocks. I caressed his chest.

I was so happy that I could barely walk into the restaurant. Well, it was also because my guy was still groping my butt as we waited to be seated.

Date nights are fun. It is rare that we have a date night in Toronto. It just felt like a special evening with that special person.