Second spanking and playful nibbling

As of late, my guy likes giving me a second spanking. I have told him in the past that I love feeling like I am extra bad. Having layers fo clothing removed when I am spanked gets me highly aroused. It's a similar effect with a second spanking.

We were cuddling and chatting in bed. Somehow, our conversation led to my guy spontaneously spanking me.

He lifted my skirt up and started to spank me with his bare hand. It was fun. My butt was still sore from the earlier hard spanking.

"It'll be better if I pull down your panties," he said, doing so and spanking me some more.
"You're so mean," I said, enjoying the moment.
"I love spanking a bad girl like you," he noted.

He playfully nibbled on my hard right nipple. I loved all of it.

We cuddled some more, with my guy rubbing my sore bare backside.

Kisses, orgasm, kisses... a kisses sandwich!

I found my guy's car in the parking lot. I pulled up next to it. I thought that the plan was to transfer his luggage from his car to mine, and then head to the airport.

I can always tell when my guy misses me a ton. The parking lot was full. He normally prefers to show his affectionate side in private. That habit went out the door. We hugged for a long time.

"Did you want to chat in my car?" my guy asked me.
"How much time do you have?" I asked him.
"We can chat for half an hour before you take me to the airport," he replied.

My guy didn't want to deal with the luggage. He wanted us in the car. He wanted to kiss me. I'm glad that he did. I wanted it, too.

I parked my car in a free, conveniently close spot. I then joined him in his car.

We made out. It was nice, as always. I took off his hat and caressed his perfectly uniform head.

"You are the best kisser that I have ever had," he remarked.
"You, too. I love your full lips," I replied as we both came up for air.

My guy unzipped my jacket and put his hand down my purple sweater and bra. He played with my right breast.

"Your nipple is always hard," he replied.
"I'm with you. That's why," I pointed out.

He rubbed my crotch. I was so turned on. Moments later, I came. It was good.

We kissed some more. He continued kissing my neck and shoulders. He's sweet that way.

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.

"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.

I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.

"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.

I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

N is for nipple #AtoZchallenge

On Saturday, my guy and I were seated in his car. He was sweet to help me put my seatbelt on.

He leaned over from the driver's side to find my seatbelt and clicked me into my seat. It reminded me of the Charlie Tango helicopter scene in Fifty Shades of Grey, the movie.

He then proceeded to caress and fondle my left breast. I could feel my nipple instantly get hard.

"Do you feel safe?" he asked me.
"My left boob does," I replied, which made him smile.

He's all for making sure that I am safe, especially when I am in his arms.

Hard nipple observations

My guy is observant when it comes to looking at my physical attributes. As an example, he can always tell when I have cut my hair or have trimmed my bangs.

He also notices when my nipples are hard. He doesn't have to touch them. He just looks and knows.

The other day, after we had hugged and we were heading our separate ways, he noticed that my right nipple was hard.

"It only happens when I am with you," I said to him, which made him smile.
"I know," he said, blowing me a kiss as he walked over to his car.

It's nice having an attentive, attractive guy.

I is for in bed

The title of this blog post sounds like I have cracked open a fortune cookie and have tacked on in bed after my fortune. This post is about my guy who loves being in bed.

My guy takes a while to get out of bed. He is not a morning person.

Last week, his alarm on his phone predictably went off at 07:00. He spend ten minutes in bed, which is the time that his alarm will finally stop on its own. He then spends another ten minutes in bed before he thinks about getting up.

He is like a sweet boy when he hugs his pillow tightly. He truly does not want to get out of a warm bed. He is my sleepyhead.

One morning, his alarm went off at the expected time. He actually got out of bed and did some stretches on his mat. He then crawled back into bed. Ugh!

I also noticed that when he plays with my nipples and other of my body parts while we are both in bed, he wakes up pretty quickly.

I suppose that I should be his alarm clock more often when he has to get up for work.