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.

Fun smacks with the paddle

After having a fun time being spanked, followed by having wonderful sex, we cuddled. My guy had his legs bent. My legs ended up on top of his.

I love when he is playful.

"I'm a good girl, right?" I teased, as we were cuddled up together.
"Tell me that you're a bad girl," he insisted, taking the big wooden paddle and smacking my bare left buttock.
"No, I'm good!" I insisted.
"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to smack my left buttock.
"Yes, for a limited time," I started to admit.
"For how long?" he asked me, giving me yet another smack with the paddle.
"Five years," I said.
"Okay," he replied, putting away the paddle.
"That's it?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes," he said, smiling at me.

We continued cuddling, as if nothing had happened. Well, something did, for my left buttock felt more sore than the other one.

K is for knees

This post is a bit different. It is more an observation about my guy and a perspective that I enjoy from afar.

My guy does stretches in the morning. He has a lightweight travel mat that he brings with him.

When he finally feels like getting out of bed, he will place his mat on the floor and stretch. I like watching him.

The most appealing part to me occurs when he is on his knees and he bends forward, with his butt up in the air. It's a happy sight to see in the morning. I like thinking about going over and smacking it. I just don't want to ruin his stretching regimen.

It's aways a great start to the day when I see my guy. It's simply eye candy when I enjoy such quiet moments.