Purple massage gifts from my guy

Before I drove my guy to the airport, he had a plastic bag in his hand.

"I got you some goodies. These are for you," he said.
"Thanks! What's the occasion?" I asked him.
"They were purple. I just wanted to get them for you," he said.

As of late, I have noticed a theme. For my birthday, he got me a cool massager for my neck, back, and more.

The two purple items are also massage-related. One was a finger massager, which is wonderful. The other one was a manual roller massager for your calves, thighs, and whatever else.

My guy knows that I like to unwind. He also wants to make sure that I am relaxed. He knows that purple is my favourite colour. He's thoughtful, as usual. He is also a good gift giver.

Fun, hard spanking

When my guy and I returned to our hotel room, he continued to play with my nipples under my t-shirt. I had no bra on.

"Can you let me take my sandals off first?" I asked him politely.
"I just want you badly," he said, being his boyish self.

I got my sandals off. We kissed.

"I want to spank you," he said, pulling down my shorts and panties. "Bend over the bed."
"Okay," I said obediently and with excitement, which resulted in a lovetap on my left buttock.
"Did you bring the paddle?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's in my luggage," I replied. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"I would still find another way to spank you, you know," he said.

He went rummaging through my luggage and found it.

"Do you have a rubber glove?" he asked me.
"I don't think I have one," I said, which resulted in a smack across my right buttock.
"Let me see if there's a shower cap," he improved.
"There isn't one," I noted. "I have one in my purse."

He went rummaging through my purse. It has tons of pockets. I asked him to simply bring it to me on the bed, as I was still bent over. Sure enough, I found it. Again, another lovetap happened across my left buttock.

"I found what you were looking for. I shouldn't be spanked," I said.
"Yes, you do. You're my bad girl," he noted.
"No, I'm your good girl," I noted.

He took the leather paddle out of its protective covering. He called me his bad girl and he diligently smacked each buttock with it. I squirmed. It was starting to hurt. He paddled me a bit harder, which made me say that it hurt. He continued and I got extremely wet.

He fingered me. I came hard. I lay bent over the bed limp. He wasn't done with me. He fingered both my wet pussy and my butt. Moments later, I came hard yet again.

He went to clean up. I pulled myself onto the bed. He joined me moments later and we cuddled.

He continued to lightly smack my bare butt. He likes doing that after delivering a good spanking. I love it, too.

Cuddling, reminiscing, and reaching orgasm again

My guy and I were lounging and cuddling in bed the other day. He became reflective. I am the one who tends to go that route first. It was nice that he kicked it off.

"Remember when I used to visit your desk at the old office?" he asked me.
"I do. You'd come over to my cubicle, and put your hand down my pants and panties," I noted with a smile.
"Yes. I loved it," he reminisced.
"Me, too. I also liked when I caressed your calf and it turned you on," I replied.
"That was amazing. I have always loved your touch," he pointed out.

My guy made me reach orgasm a number of times on Saturday morning. At one point, I had my knees bend. We were both lying on our backs.

"How come you are squeezing my hand so tightly between your knees?" he asked me.
"Because you are going to be fingering me and I'd like a break," I noted.
"You mean like this?" he asked rhetorically.

It's fun when we playfully wrestle. He always wins. He ended up fingering both my pussy and butt. I ended up holding his head and kissing it as I came hard.

Dopey guy calls the helpdesk

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Boots, orgasms, and ejaculation in a cozy hotel room

I recently stayed at a hotel in my guy's town for a couple of nights. On the second night, he texted me to ask whether I was back at the hotel. I was.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, he came over. We both agreed that it was nice to be in the same town.

He knocked on the door. I opened it.

"I'm breaking in my new shoes," I said.
"Wow, they're nice," he said, looking down at them.
"They are high-top moccasins. I got them for $18 and they are leather," I said happily.
"That's great!" he said, sharing my savings high with me.

We embraced. I love a good hug from him. I had my cold-shoulder tunic top. This time, I didn't wear anything underneath. Instead, it looked like a super-short dress on me. He approved. He also love how thin and smooth the fabric of my top felt.

We eventually moved over to the loveseat.

"Did you want another spanking?" he asked me.
"My butt is still sore from the one you gave me yesterday," I admitted.
"Good. It just proves that you're a bad girl. I won't spank you today," he noted.

Instead, we cuddled and kissed for a bit. He then played with me, moving his hand under my black lacy panties, and fingering both my wet pussy and butthole. Moments later, I came.

He let me rest for a bit. I kissed him. He loved that. We then repeated the cycle.

He went to clean up and returned, sitting next to me. I caressed his member in his pants. It kept on getting so large that my guy had to let it out for me to continue playing with it. Sure enough, my guy ejaculated all over my hand.

It was my turn to clean up.

I love evenings like this one, especially when there is a deep freeze happening outside. It's warm and cozy being with someone special.

Cuddling, kissing, spanking, and fingering

My guy and I sat on the loveseat to cuddle and talk. I caressed his head, and he kissed my face and neck.

We then spent a bit of time kissing. It was nice.

He took off my sweater and looked at my black bra. He took out my right breast and sucked on my hard nipple. I loved it.

"How have you been?" he asked me.
"I've been good, but you always say that I am bad," I replied.
"That's because you are a bad girl," he pointed out.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"I need to punish you. You have been bad for a long time," he remarked.
"No, I'm a good girl. Can I kiss you?" I asked.
"You can. I still need to punish you," he insisted.

I love kissing his full lips. We had one long kiss before I went over his lap to be spanked.

I had a thin pair of shorts on. He started spanking me with his hand.

"You are such a bad girl," he told me, smacking each cheek.
"No, I'm good," I replied.
"You're a sweet girl. You're a sexy girl, but not a good girl," he reasons, spanking me more.

I told him that he was being mean. He pulled down both my short and my black panties. The smacks became harder across each buttock. I have missed being spanked by him. He has missed spanking me.

He pleasured me. He fingered my wet pussy until I came. I rested limp in across his lap. He kissed my bare left hip.

Moments later, he fingered by butt. He started with one finger and eventually had all four inserted. I loved it. I came hard and then became even more lethargic. He hugged and kissed me.

My guy went to clean up. I got cold and put on a sweater.

He came back and we cuddled some more.

Nail polish on toes and fingers

Sometimes, it amazes me how attentive my guy is. He notices details about me that I forget about myself.

The other day, we were walking over to his car. We were going out for lunch. We were walking and talking.

In the car, we were stopped at a red light.

"I like your nail polish. It's a pretty pink," he said, holding my left hand and observing.
"Thanks," I replied. "I found a new nail polish brand at the drugstore for $6."
"Nice," he replied. "The pink is different from the blue on your toenails," he noted.
"Wow, I'm impressed that you noticed," I remarked.
"I notice a lot about you, especially when I miss you," he said sweetly.

I rarely have the same polish colour on my fingernails and toenails. It never works out that way.

I love that he is so observant and attentive.

F is for fingers and fondles #AtoZchallenge

My guy is attentive. When we met in the lobby at work on Monday, he noticed my fingers as I held the manuals that he had given me.

"I love your peach nail polish," he remarked.
"Thanks," I said, looking at my nails.
"I also liked last week's polish," he said, referring to my photo that I had sent him of my purple polish.
"I'm glad that you got it," I replied.

We chatted about other topics before this one.

"Can I see you this weekend?" I asked.
"Yes. I have a class till 3 pm. We can meet after. I want you all to myself," he said, sweetly.
"Sounds good. Fondle you then," I replied.

We both smiled at each other.

Cuddles and a hard, bare-bottomed spanking

My guy and I cuddled for longer than we normally do. We missed each other. We didn't have to say it.

"I don't want to let go," I told him, continuing to snuggle up to him tightly.
"I know. You can hug me for a bit longer."

We then had a nice, long kiss. It prompted my guy to touch my lower back, followed by slidng his hand under my panties.

"I want to punish you," he said, rubbing the start of my butt crack.
"No, that's not nice," I said, playfully brushing his hand away, making him want me more.
"Come across my lap," he said.
"It's going to hurt," I said, pulling up my jeans as much as I could.

I always feel like I have been an exceptionally bad girl when he spanks me on my bare backside. In one smooth swoop, he managed to pull my jeans and panties down, exposing my bottom.

I love hand spankings because it makes it more intimate. It also hurts more.

He started to spank me hard with his open hand, alternating between buttocks. Eventually, he smacked my right buttock in rapid succession. It hurt. I whined. He did the same thing to my left buttock. I whined some more.

He teases me often. He'll play with me, which makes me want to orgasm. He's then stop and spank me. He did that for a bit before he made me cum again and again.

I reached into his right coat pocket and took his car keys.

"I have your car keys and a sore butt," I admitted.
"You can't drive when I have four fingers in your vagina," he told me.
"Eventually, they'll come out and I can drive your car," I said.

He helped me sit up after he pulled my panties and jeans up. I then sat in front of him, dopey. I was happy, tightly clutching his car keys in my left hand. He smiled at me.

Treehouse time before taking off (the plane, I mean)

After lunch, my guy wanted some quality time before we headed off to the airport. The downside is that my guy ends up being incredibly dopey when boarding his plane, which was the case a few months ago.

He didn't care. He was horny.

I drove us over to our usual place, which is a vacant parking lot. I parked my car and we got into the treehouse.

My guy held both hands around my right hand. He was loving and horny.

We kissed. It felt like ages since we passionately kissed. He caressed my breast and leg. I got to touch is face, which was smooth. I also got to caress his chest.

He unbuttoned my jean capri pants and pulled down my black panties with coloured polka dots. He fingered me until I came.

It felt wonderful reaching orgasm. We cuddled for a bit.

I then touched his lap. I ended up touching both his wallet and his erect cock in his pants.

I stroked his erect penis. He loved it so much, looking down at his jeans with my hand on it.

He couldn't take it anymore. He undid his belt, and pulled down his jeans and briefs. I got to give him a handjob.

"I like your hand around my cock. You have pretty hands," he remarked.
"It would be nice if my hand were to guide your hard member in my wet pussy," I replied.

It didn't take much. That comment alone made him cum all over my hand.

Yes, he was happy and lethargic. The next challenge was getting him to the airport and having him find his gate!

Cancelled flight and my shellac manicure

My guy sent me a quick e-mail on Saturday, telling me that his flight got cancelled. Instead, he is flying home on Sunday.

Flights do get cancelled from time to time. I have only experienced a flight cancellation once. My guy and I were to fly out of St. Louis on the same day. We were on different flights. His flight was fine. Mine got cancelled and I had to stay an extra night. It all worked out, although it would have been nice to have flown out with him on the same day.

My guy is sweet. He hoped that my weekend was going well. He also asked me about my shellac nail polish.

Last Sunday, I went to get a shellac manicure. It is the fourth one that I have ever had. It was an event with other folks, so we all got a discount.

I really liked the job that the woman did on my nails. The place guarantees that your manicure will not chip within seven days. I have just hit the seven-day mark and it is true!

My guy asked me whether my nail polish had chipped. He loves my nails and hands. He is probably the only guy that I know who does not get bored when I talk about painting my nails or getting a manicure.

I sent him a photo of my manicure last week. Yesterday, I sent him another photo. The only difference between the two photos is that my nails have grown a bit, as expected.

I hope that my guy arrives home safely today. He will likely get to see my intact shellac manicure this week.

Playful sex and cuddle time

My guy held my hand as he led me to the bed. His hand was cold, which is generally the case.

He took off my slacks. We cuddled. He placed his hand on my bare thigh. It was as if I had jumped into a cold swimming pool. He playfully continued touching me all over with his cold hands, which was fun and made me squirm.

We cuddled some more. He then found my crotch under my skirt and played with me.

He pulled down and off my panties, and made me reach orgasm. It was a fun evening of being intimate. At one point, my legs were over his shoulders as he had his hard cock in my vagina and his fingers up my butt. My orgasm was incredibly strong.

We then experimented with my thighs surrounding his hard cock. We both loved the thighwich!

We both came hard with my guy being inside of me. I like when he is on top of me and I can caress his bare butt. I managed to smack it lightly, which made him smile.

Afterwards, we were both so content and lethargic that we took a nap cuddling next to each other. He had his left thigh on mine. My right leg was bent over his leg. His hand was on my bent right thigh.

I love being with him. It has been so long since we have been together. Having a room and spending some quality time together was a wonderful way to welcome him back.

Happy Thanksgiving! Lunch with my guy a couple of Wednesdays ago

Happy Thanksgiving! I have plenty to be thankful for in my life. Thanks to you for reading along with me, and providing me with support, encouragement, and joy. The same goes for my guy, my family, and my friends.

Considering that most of my Mac mini issues are fixed, I can move on to blogging more regularly. I am thankful for having a working computer.

I still have an issue with syncing my photos correctly to my iPhone. It works perfectly fine when I sync with my iPod classic, mainly because I sync my entire photo collection to it and it fits. My photo collection is too large to fit on my iPhone, so I have to be selective.

Luckily, being selective has made me realize that the sync works fine for all my photos before I upgraded from iPhoto to Photos. In other words, I only get the photos that I want up to April 2015, even though I can see all my photos after that month in the Photos application. Strange, huh?

So, geeky girl, who can't help but to troubleshoot, is trying something new. I am exporting all my photos to my external hard drive. I created a new Photos library and am currently importing all my photos. We'll see if this task works. It takes many hours to complete, which is why I am running this importing process overnight.

Anyway, over a week ago, I wanted to write about my lunch date with my guy. He drove all the way up to my neck of the woods to see me. We live approximately an hour's drive away from work, but in opposite directions. In other words, he drove for two hours to see me.

We went into the Chinese restaurant and sat down. My guy said that I looked cuter than ever. His sweet compliments come out stronger and more frequently when he misses me.

We ordered a couple of dishes, which were pretty big. It worked out well. We ordered a seafood fried rice dish, and a spicy chicken and shrimp dish. We talked and laughed.

We also held hands across the table. I enjoyed that. He then played footsie under the table. I ended up rubbing my leg against his and caressing his knee with my hand. He pulled my leg up and caressed my toes, admiring the metallic dark blue nail polish that I had.

Once we were done eating lunch, we had some quality time in a corner of the parking lot. We got into my guy's car, with my being in the backseat. He backed up the car while caressing my leg. It was nice.

He then got into the treehouse. We hugged. We kissed. He fingered me a few times until I came. I jerked him off until he came. We cuddled. We napped. We woke up in each other's arms. And, we talked.

It was a wonderful afternoon. It was warm inside of his car, so my guy opened his car's sunroof.

I love that my guy enjoys shopping. Many guys don't. The shopping mall that we were at has an outlet store for a major department chain. He asked me about it. I suggested that he take a look.

He also noticed the mall across from the dealership where he was to test drive a car. I told him that the Bay was there, which is a department store that he shops at often. He told me that he'd go there after taking a look at the potential car, too.

We spent three hours together. It was great. We kissed and hugged one final time. He then looked at my leg and placed it on his lap.

"My jeans have a side zipper," I told him.
"Nice," he said, unzipping it and caressing my bare calf.

It's nice that he likes my legs. I love being with him as much as I can.

Shopping for a car, sending a sweet note, and missing me

My guy is looking for a car. He tends to get a used car every three to four years. He is looking to get a manual one, as he is tired driving his nearly four-year-old automatic.

He told me the other day that he was going to look for one and to wish him luck. I replied that I would cross my fingers once I was done typing and wanted to hear what happened.

He wrote me a quick message:

Hey there sweet thing,
The car I saw wasn't that great. I will see other cars. Keep your pretty fingers crossed.

I like when we calls me sweet thing. He also misses me when he says that my fingers are pretty in a message.

He's sweet, despite not finding the right car. I told him that he will eventually. He just needs to continue looking.

O is for early morning orgasms

Last Wednesday morning, I woke up at 06:40 and thought that my guy was late getting up to head off to work. After all, the previous day, he set his phone's obnoxious alarm to 06:00.

I debated whether to personally wake him up. I decided to attend to my bladder, which felt like it wanted to explode at any moment.

I quietly walked up to my guy in bed. He had a pillow over his head. His left cheek was on the pillow, but he was twisted such that his left arm was closest to me. His left palm was facing up.

I didn't hesitate and held his hand, like I have so often. I made circles in his palm. He knew it was me. He immediately pulled off his pillow that was protecting his head, turned around, and said good morning.

Of course, I had to ask whether he was late getting up. He confided that he had set his alarm for 07:00. At this stage, I had him up thirteen minutes early. He was okay with it.

He asked me how I was. I was good, but told him that he was Mr Meanie last night, as I sat next to him on the bed. It wasn't his fault. He was sleepy, but we neither spent any cuddling, nor quality time together.

My guy looks sweet first thing in the morning. He rested quietly in bed with his eyes closed. I hugged him for a bit. He told me that he needed to shave. I caressed his face and chin. I agreed with him.

He was finally fully awake. I was still sitting crosslegged on the bed. He played with my right nipple.

"How come you're not wearing a bra?" he asked me, playing with my erect nipple.
"Because you told me not to in the past, remember? You spanked me for wearing one to bed."
"I love how easily stimulated you get," he said, continuing his handy finger work on my nipple.
"Now, I am going to have abnormal nipples," I commented.
"No, you won't," he assured me, working on my left nipple.

It always feels so good when he plays with my nipples.

"Come lie down next to me," he insisted, gently pulling me towards him.

My guy was spooning me. I love when he does that.

He rubbed his bare legs against mine. He immediately groped my left buttock. He quickly moved to my crotch.

"You are so bad. Yet, it feels so good," I stated.

My guy slipped his hand under my pyjama shorts and panties, and continued groping my butt. Soon, we were both slipping my panties and shorts off.

He pleasured my wet pussy with his fingers. I was completely aroused. Moments later, I reached orgasm.

He hugged me tight and let me enjoy the moment. He then felt like fingering my butt. He hasn't done that for a while. It also helped that my period had ended the day before! I reached orgasm yet again and was limp in his arms.

My guy hugged and kissed me before he got on with his day. He came back moments later and put his comforter over me before he went back to shave.

I asked my guy whether he was running late. He wasn't. He actually got to work too early the day before.

"If I am asked why I am late, I will say that I had more pressing issues to attend to this morning," he explained, sporting a grin while telling me.
"Yes, like pressing your hard cock against my bare thigh," I remarked, which we both agreed was both sensual and erotic.

We both got dressed and then headed to the lounge for some breakfast. We were both hungry. Going to bed early and having some fun quality time in the morning does that to us.

N is for nails - fingers and toes!

My guy is an observant person. He can tell when I have cut my bangs or whether I am wearing a new sweater.

When we first met up at the hotel in Montreal a week ago, we went up to the room, had a bit of fun, and then went back to my guy's rented car to find a place to grab some dinner. We found a nice deli a few blocks away.

My guy and I sat at a cozy booth. He looked at my nails and noticed the lavender purple nail polish that I had on. He liked it a ton and told me so as he continued holding my hands across the table.

After dinner, we drove back to the hotel. We both changed and hit the shower, with my going in first while my guy looked up the address of our office in Montreal.

When I stepped out of the shower, my guy looked down at my toes.

"Wow, you have dark purple nail polish on your toes," he said, nodding approvingly.
"Yes, you know that I love purple."
"I do. You have purple toenails and purple fingernails," he remarked. "And, you saw Fifty Shades of Grey earlier today. I see a pattern," he teased.

It's always good when your loved one notices such details. It feels great.