Sausage maker and an erect penis

I was watching a presentation on a shopping channel a few hours ago. I love my KitchenAid mixer and all the attachments that you can get for it.

The presentation was for a sausage maker. You can basically grind you meat, take the casing, and stuff your own sausages. I love this idea of making homemade sausages.

However, the woman demonstrating the whole thing was holding the sausage in one hand while stuffing the meat down the accessory. Her holding the sausage reminded me of my guy's erect penis.

It was such a weird, random thought. I have never gone into the supermarket thinking that I was looking at hard cocks. Tonight, however, I had that vision. Hmm.

Perhaps I simply miss my guy -- everything about him, including his hard member.

Get-off Wednesday and spanked Saturday

My guy and I last spoke on Skype on Wednesday. I tend to work from home that day. He pinged me late in the morning.

Recently, I bought myself a Philips Airfryer. I felt like christening the small appliance by making kale chips. I was figuring out how to do just that when my guy wanted to chat. I needed a break from work.

So, I did most of the talking. Eventually, I had yummy, crisp kale chips. I munched on them while my guy and I talked.

He was horny, though. It was just before midnight for him. I got him aroused and my talking dirty to him eventually led to my guy to ejaculate like what seemed to be no tomorrow.

It was nice hearing him climax. I just hoped that the hotel room walls had some insulation! As usual, he thanked me for helping him get there. I virtually kissed him goodnight.

Of course, it's understood that because I did got get off during our chat that he would help me out when he returns home.

He is back home now. And yes, I have a sore bottom among other perks. More on that later. =)

Every workday should end with checking into a hotel to be with your loved one

I had one voucher for a free hotel stay left to use by the middle of this month. I decided to use it last Monday.

I found a hotel that was exceptionally close to our workplace. You could actually walk there in less than ten minutes. By car, it was only a three-minute drive.

I left work just before 17:30 and drove down to the hotel. I checked in quickly. The entire process took five minutes. It helps to be an elite member!

As soon as I got to the hotel, I connected to the free wifi and sent a quick message to my guy. He is directionally challenged, so I needed to provide the address with the postal code (he taught me that it's easier to enter the postal or zip code into a GPS than to enter the entire address from scratch), along with the hotel room number.

While waiting for him, I unpacked and freshened up. The hotel room was pretty spacious. I loved the large TV and the kitchenette. I had brought a few snacks with me, including some soup.

The problem whenever I have a kitchen in my hotel room is that I tend to do more cooking than I should. This issue happened to me recently in Denver and Atlantic City. It's okay if I'm in the greater Toronto area, because I am kind of at home. However, if I am travelling, I dig into my sightseeing time by cooking and don't get to truly experience the local cuisine.

The idea tonight was to grab some dinner after my guy and I got together. So, I didn't haul in a ton of groceries to make dinner from scratch.

Anyway, I heard a knock at my door just after 18:00. Of course, I knew who it was and quickly got to the door. As usual, my guy looks handsome as he stood there. He was carrying a lot of stuff with him as he entered the room.

"Wow, you brought your rolling computer bag. Are you planning on working here?" I asked him curiously.
"Well, I have that solve-for-m course," he said, which is the nickname we have dubbed for his online course.
"That means that you're staying here longer?" I asked, fairly excited.
"Yes, we get more time for each other," he said with a huge grin on his face. "I even brought dinner for us."

He's sweet that way.

He plopped all his belongings on the desk. He came over to me and looked me over. I was wearing a short-sleeved blue t-shirt and a short grey skirt.

"You look cute," he said, looking into my eyes.
"You look great yourself," I said.

Our lips locked as we hugged. His hands immediately groped my buttocks. With enough groping, I get so wet to the point where I can reach orgasm. Sure enough, it was an intense one, to the point where I was grabbing onto his belt around his waist as I came.

My guy likes the fact that I can have multiple orgasms. I am lucky that I have still have that knack.

We headed over to one of the two beds in the room. He gently placed me on the bed with him on top of me. We kissed and he fondled my pussy. Minutes later, I came yet again.

I came one last time. He remarked at how wet I was. We kissed some more.

My guy is boyish in the sense that when he gets hungry, he can't concentrate unless he has food in his system. So, we took a break. I was starting to get dopey, so he did all the work with the food that he had brought.

He had made a cucumber and tomato salad. He also made these mini beef pies and lamb with a tomato-based rice mixture. He heated the latter two dishes in the microwave. He also made tea for us.

We are similar in that we like cooking. We actually used two forks to dig into the beef pies, lamb, and rice. It was sweet and romantic, even though the kitchen had plenty of dishes.

After dinner, we headed back to the bed and cuddled for a bit. He saw the black silicone paddle by my bedside and took it out of the plastic wrapping. He liked it. He playfully lifted my skirt and lightly spanked my pussy.

"I like this paddle," he said, enjoying how it felt in his hand. "I will use it on your bare bottom after my course."

He played with my pussy some more. I was even more excited after his remark about spanking me. I came again. I then rested on the bed to nap. My guy kissed me before he headed to the desk to begin his online course.

The second part of this experience will be in my next blog post. Happy Thanksgiving!

Missed lunch date - thanks, Gmail!

It sounds a bit farfetched to blame Gmail for my guy and I missing out on a lunch date today. However, it did happen.

For a while, my guy and I tend to quickly send each other e-mails, asking whether we could get together for lunch. Today, I was hoping for such an e-mail in my inbox, for I was working from home and my guy has sessions all week. So, he would be the one who would best initiate when to have lunch. My schedule is far more flexible.

I didn't get an e-mail from him. I ate lunch at home and headed into the office in the afternoon.

It is rare these days for my guy to leave the training room and come up to our cubicle area just to see me. The sessions that he has with clients can be demanding and they keep him busy. Today, he did just that. He didn't even stop at his cubicle. He came over to see me.

My guy's actions say a lot more than what he verbally says to me. I have known that for quite some time. He's sweet that way.

After we said our usual hellos and such, he continued to talk rather discretely in an open cubicle area, like we normally do at work.

"I came by this morning, but you weren't here," he said.
"Yes, my coming into the office depends on what meetings or interviews that I have scheduled."
"You're so unpredictable."
"I like keeping you on your toes," I explained.

He looked down at my hands. I could tell that he was admiring my manicured nails, which I worked on the previous day.

We talked about how his client sessions were going.

"Are you irritated by the full house that you have this week?" I asked him.
"Yes, with a few of them," he hinted.
"I can tell. You normally don't come up here to talk to me unless you are irritated by them."

He smiled. He told me that he needed to bring down packets of sugar. The fifteen clients did not have any regular white sugar.

I followed my guy unto the communal kitchen.

"I'm not following you. I'm heading to the washroom," I explained.
"I wish you were," he said.

He was looking in various kitchen drawers for sugar. He finally found some. However, he didn't have a bag to put them in. He had thought about putting them in his trouser pockets. I found a coffee filter and suggested that he put the packets in there.

"It's all about presentation," I said.

He transferred the sugar packets over to the coffee filter. Our hands touched. It was nice, on the whole.

"Your hands are freezing!" I said, trying to warm them up.

He laughed. He held the door open for me. I reversed the gesture. I didn't have anything in my hands. He had sugar packets. Instead, I got to gently touch his back.

It seemed odd to me that such a sweet guy, who couldn't be any sweeter, would be holding tons of sugar packets.

"I wrote you an e-mail, asking if you wanted to do lunch."
"Really? I never got it," I said, kind of bummed out. "When did you send it?"
"At 11:40 this morning," he stated.
"I never got it. You sent it to the right address?"
"Yes," he said, repeating my e-mail address to me.
"You know that I would have loved to have lunch with you. Maybe you should call me next time."

We both nodded in agreement.

"There's Wednesday, " he said, bringing optimism to our conversation. "It's my loss today."
"It's my loss, too," I replied. 

The look in our eyes said it all.

"You look good," he said to me.
"You do, too," I replied, admiring how great he always looks in blue.
"See you on Wednesday," he said, blowing me a kiss.
"Wednesday, it is," I said, smiling back at him and seeing that he got into the elevator safely.

I went back to my desk. It was 16:30. Guess what? My guy's e-mail was finally in my inbox.

Chatting turns to groping and pleasuring thanks to a short skirt

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A visit, a present, and a spanking with the present

My guy came to visit me today before going to work this morning. It was nice.

I decided to wear a short, fitted black skirt and a pink, buttoned top that was also fitted. I felt a bit out of my element, for I tend to be a casual dresser.

He rang the doorbell twice. I saw him take off his cap as I opened the outer door. He came in. We immediately hugged. He kissed me on the cheek.

He had a present for me. He insisted that I open it up. There were two kitchen utensils. Both were made out of bamboo. One was a slotted spoon. The other was a slotted spatula.

"You just made my day!" I said, smiling. "Did you get two in case the first one gets damaged?" I asked him, which made him break up laughing.
"I'm not going to hit you that hard," he insisted.
"Let's go with this one," I said, holding on to the wooden spatula.

I stood against a wall. He came close to me and we hugged. We kissed. I had missed him terribly.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me, as we kissed.
"No, I've been bad," I admitted, kissing again.
"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" he asked me before we kissed again.
"They get spanked," I said, and then we kissed again, but more passionately.

We headed into the kitchen, as it made sense to get punished there with the wooden spatula. I bent over the table. He lifted up my skirt and exposed the lilac-laced panties that I was wearing. He started to playfully scold me as he used the wooden spatula to spank each cheek methodically.

"You've been a bad girl, leaving me all alone at work," he said, as he continued to spank me.
"Ow," I said at some point.
"You need to be spanked for wearing such a short skirt," he said, which made me smile.

The spanking continued for a bit. I loved the last part of our exchange during my spanking.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked me sternly.
"Maybe," I said, toying with him, as the smacks continued.
"There is no maybe. It's either yes or no," he said, using the wooden spatula on my backside.
"No," I said defiantly.
"Well, I'm going to have to spank you harder and longer," he said. He did just that.

I was really getting turned on. He was, too. He caressed my inner thighs. While spanking me, he groped my left breast. He then touched my left leg, feeling it from my ankle up to my left butt cheek.

He knew that I was ready to climax. He fingered me. I was incredibly excited. I was smiling and incredibly happy when it was over.

"You're so wet," he said, stating the obvious. I think he was a bit surprised.
"It doesn't take much," I said, getting up from being bent over and embracing him. "Thank you."

He is a keeper.

I reciprocated by providing him with a handjob. I kissed the tip of his penis a couple of times before I began. In the end, we both worked on getting him to cum. He did.

"I made a mess," he said, as if he were a little kid. It made me smile.
"That's okay," I admitted. "It's good."

We cuddled for a bit. He thought that I was lucky that I could get so wet thinking about spankings or being spanked. I am lucky. I was in good hands today.

"I'll see you next Wednesday?" he asked me, just before we started to kiss again.
"I'd like that," I said, planting a kiss on his lips.

Office caresses, groping, and a mini spanking session

Having an office romance is a new experience for me. My guy is sweet, and shows that he is crazy about me as I am of him.

He came over to my desk a few times for help with a software application. Each time, he would show his affection in different ways. I sit in a cubicle that is closest to the window, so there's privacy away from my colleagues. It's rare that someone in the next building is watching us from afar.

He first came over and gave me a neck rub. The next time, I got a light neck rub and caresses down my back.

I had a purple sweater on, with a zipper on the left shoulder. Earlier, he had commented that my sweater looked nice on me, especially with the zipper. I said that he wasn't commenting on my sweater's nice design. Rather, he was interested in the "easy access" he could get with the zipper. He smiled. He laughed. We both knew that what I had said was true.

Moments later, he came over my desk, and unzipped my sweater. Down went his hand over my left breast. His hand then meandered under my bra. He proceeded to grope and caress my breast.

He came back later and hugged my left side. I was seated. His hand then went down my panties and he was playing with my left buttock. I was slowly getting turned on. He ended the affectionate session by touching the small of my back under my sweater, and then rubbed my upper back.

Just went you think that the day couldn't have got any better, I went into the kitchen towards the end of the day to wash out my tea mug. He came in and noticed that I was wearing skinny grey corduroy pants. He liked them. He proceeded to squeeze my buttocks. He wanted to spend some time in the backseat of his car. I agreed.

We ended up in a parking lot by the airport. We hugged. He slapped my left buttock repeatedly. Each blow was harder. I was curled up against him. Each blow hurt, but I loved every moment.

We kissed. He remarked that I have soft lips. He does, too. We French kissed. We hugged some more. It was a nice little moment away from work.

My left buttock hurts right now. He had asked me earlier in the day whether my bottom was sore from the spanking I got from him on Saturday. I said that it was achy yesterday, which meant that he had done a good job. I said that you want a lasting impression after such a session.

Today, after he had spanked my left buttock, he hoped that "it would hurt tonight." It does. I feel loved.