Kisses, hugs, and hard nipples

It's tough sometimes when my guy and I have to part our separate ways after a nice reunion. I didn't want him to leave and hugged him a little tighter. He understood and we hugged some more on the couch.

It was nice when we kissed and hugged before he left the hotel room. He groped my left breast.

"Ooh, no bra," he remarked.
"You finally noticed," I said.
"Hey, both your nipples are now hard," he said.

He was right. I was wearing a purple blouse and both nipples were protruding. He has that effect on me.

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.

Perfect storm and hard nipples

The other day, I got back to the hotel just before 14:00. My guy followed suit, but was delayed by about fifteen minutes.

I love the hotel that we are staying at. Normally, the room is made fairly early in the morning. However, on this particular day, it hadn't been made.

The perfect storm then happened. My guy called and said that he was coming up to the room. I also got a knock on my door. It was housekeeping, asking if my room could be made up.

It has been pretty hot and humid as of late. On this particular day, I took off my bra to dry myself off. When housekeeping knocked on my door, I put my t-shirt on without my bra on.

I asked how long it would take to do my room. The woman said ten minutes. Cool.

Once I opened the door again, my guy was there. I said that we could go downstairs in the lobby and chat. I also pointed out that I didn't have a bra on, which excited my guy.

While waiting for the elevator, my guy played with my nipples. Naturally, they went hard.

We went downstairs and sat down on comfortable leather seats. I caressed his head. He gently played with my breasts some more.

We were there for a good fifteen minutes. We felt that it was safe to go back upstairs.

We got on the elevator. He continued playing with my nipples and made them hard again.

Boys will be boys, particularly this boy.

Orgasm at the office

Before my guy had to leave the office and head to the airport, we hugged in our intimate meeting room. It felt good being in his arms, as always. We kissed, which made me melt.

My guy caressed my breasts.

"Hard nipples," he said, touching and observing.
"Look who I'm in the room with," I said.
"I can say the same about you," he replied.
"That's my butt," I remarked, as he helped himself to groping my right buttock.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked rhetorically.

His hand moved to my crotch. I was horny. Moments later, tightly hugging him, I came.

"Thank you. You're sweet," I said, giving him a kiss.
"I always want to make you feel good, as you deserve it," he said, kissing my forehead.

A minute later, we walked out of the meeting room to the elevators. I wished him a safe flight. He headed downstairs to his car. I headed upstairs to try and work.

Nipples and breasts

A couple of weekends ago, my guy and I were lounging in bed. We were both naked and were cuddling.

"My nipples are still hard," I said, playing with my left nipple.
"How come?" he asked me.
"I'm lying next to a good-looking, sexy guy," I replied.
"You're so sweet," he replied.

He took his hand and lovingly caressed each breast. It felt like a rolling wave was gently going over my breasts. I felt relaxed and happy.

"You have the perfect breast," he remarked.
"I love how this feels," I noted, loving his gentle touch.
"I love it, too," he admitted.
"Here's hoping that I don't go outside and caress my breasts like you are doing," I joked.

It's nice that he likes my boobs.

Fifty Shades Freed - I saw it!

I saw Fifty Shades Freed on Saturday afternoon. We got some snow in the greater Toronto area, but it wasn't severe enough for me to stay away from the movie theatre.

I had enough points to watch the movie for free. I got there too early. However, I managed to grab lunch, so it was nice to eat quietly for a bit before folks came in.

It's bittersweet that the trilogy is over. I am looking forward to watching it a couple more times in the theatre before I get it on DVD.

The movie was good. It was nice to see Christian and Ana marries. Ana is the wiser of the two, with Christian working through his issues with her.

This final movie was a thank-you to fans. I wished that the movie were longer. It felt rushed. It did have a plot!

I will try not to spoil it, but I liked when Christian was crying and Ana held him. It was a poignant moment.

There wasn't as much spanking as in the two other flicks. There was just one lovetap after Christian applied sunscreen on Ana's back.

Christian did some things that my guy does to me, which I love. There was nipple-sucking, fingering, sex in the car, oral sex and intercourse, and lots of kissing.

And, no, I didn't finger myself while watching the movie. It's that time of the month for me, after all.

As always, there are parts of the movie that I'd like to watch again. I'm a happy fan!

Boob pit

A friend posted this funny pic on Facebook:

I have a feeling that my guy would enjoy this pit for a bit. However, he does love to shop.

He has also said that he loves my breasts, often squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. I suppose that if the boob pit had replicas of my boobs, he'd be one happy guy!

Dessert after lunch - being pleasured

On Monday, my guy and I had quality time at a different parking lot across from our usual one. It was a spontaneous, after-lunch moment.

We got into his treehouse and cuddled for a bit. I love hugging him, resting my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and held me tight.

We kissed. I love kissing him. I lose myself in each kiss.

"Take off your bra," he said to me seductively.

I took my lavender-coloured bra off, with my purple blouse still on. He caressed both breasts and made both nipples hard.

Caressing his perfectly uniform head is a dream. He shaved his head just for me.

He started lightly smacking my backside, alternating between groping and smacking it. He whispered in my ear that I was his bad girl and kissed my cheek.

He wanted to play with me. He unzipped my khaki pants. I unbuttoned them. He didn't wait to take my pants down. He helped himself to my wet pussy, reaching in my panties and fingering me until I came. I then rested in his arms for a bit.

Moments later, he decided to finger my backside. He doesn't miss a bit. I soon came yet again.

Dessert is nice after lunch.

Neck kisses and nipple nibbles

My guy loves when I wear a black bra. The sight of the black straps against my skin gets him excited.

The other day in the treehouse, my guy unzipped my jacket and started kissing my neck. I love when he showers me with kisses. He was wonderfully soft lips.

He exposed my black bra from under my grey v-neck sweater. He immediately took my left breast out of my bra and started sucking on my nipple. It felt like heaven. He then did the same to my right nipple. I love how hard my nipples get and how he plays with them while sucking on them.

He told me after our quality time that he looks forward to the warmer weather. It makes me break out the shorts and skirts. He likes the look of my bare thighs and gives me more access to play with me.

Spring and summer can't come any sooner.

Naming places of interest on a map with sexy body parts

My guy is the first to admit that he is directionally challenged. I started this conversation the other day.

"It amazes me how you have trouble finding your car in a parking lot. When it comes to finding and touching various parts of me, you have no difficulty. You don't need a map. Nothing," I remarked.
"That's true. I can find any part of you that I'd like to touch, even in the dark," my guy said proudly.
"I wonder why that is," I pondered.
"Maybe various neighbourhoods need to have sexy body part names, like misty valley or nipple hills. I would find my way just fine," he observed.

He would definitely be happy and would be GPS-free!

H is for hard and horny

My guy was clearly hard on the flight to Seattle. Needless to say, he was horny all day.

Our flight was fine, with a short layover in Denver. We managed to grab some lunch, hold hands, and kiss during the 1.5-hour stay there.

We got to Seattle and he was sweet to grab my luggage for me. We then found the shuttle (my guy is horrible at remembering where everything is, even though he has been to this city twice and it was my first time visiting) to the car rental place, took forever to figure out what cars we wanted, and I led us to our hotel.

We checked in and went up to our room. We were waiting for our luggage to arrive. We had a gorgeous view of the waterfront and the room had a balcony. Meanwhile, my guy kissed me and gently led me to the bed.

He had me on my back with my feet on the floor. He gently lifted up my shirt, then my bra, and then sucked on my nipples. It was nice. They were hard.

Ten minutes later, the bellhop came with our luggage. After he left, my guy and I made out. It was nice.

We had a fifteen-minute period to leave our cars downstairs. We eventually made it down there. We drove to the parking lot where I parked my car. I then jumped into my guy's car and we headed out for dinner at a Thai restaurant.

Despite the long travel day, being together made the travel time disappear.

B is for bare butt

My guy has a tough time getting out of bed. He's not a morning person.

He woke up before I did this morning to stretch. He then crawled back into bed and hugged his pillow tightly.

His alarm goes off at 07:00 on weekdays.  He lets the alarm go for ten minutes before it stopped. He then spent more time in bed. 

Of course, he decided to play with my nipples, which were hard. He then wanted to play with my clit and backside, but I didn't let him. I made him chase me in bed. 

Eventually, he was on his feet, bent me over the bed, took down my shorts and panties, and fingered me until I came. He then spanked me with his hand, told me that I was his bad girl, and pulled up my panties and shorts. 

He finally woke up. I have a sore backside. All is great!

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.

Quality treehouse time after work

After work on Wednesday worked out well. It surprised both my guy and me.

Wednesdays tend to be a bit hectic for me. I start my workday at 07:30, as I have a weekly teleconference. Thank goodness I can call in from home, so it's not too bad. However, I go into work during the noon hour and can end up staying there for a while. I have a weekly departmental meeting on Wednesday afternoons. Both my boss and the other male on our team can talk till the cows come home.

This past Wednesday was perfect. My male colleague didn't ramble on as much as he normally does. The junior writer is away for a month. We ended our meeting just past 17:00. My male colleague ended up yakking with a software developer, which was perfect for me to literally slip away.

It was around 17:30 when I left work and drove to our regular spot to meet. My guy and I felt that meeting just before 18:00 would work out well. It did. My guy parked next to my car moments later.

My car is the new treehouse. It will likely be the chosen venue for a while, especially after our experience this evening. My guy is also considering getting a new car, so it all works out nicely.

My guy got into the backseat, immediately knowing how to move the seat forward for more comfort. I did the same thing and sat next to him.

I took my jacket off. We looked into each other's eyes, said hello, and immediately locked lips in a nice kiss.

My guy loves kissing me. It's enjoyable when he kisses my neck, shoulders, and breasts. It's sensual, romantic, and loving. He proceeded to take my breasts out of my bra and suck on each nipple. Heaven!

He told me that he wanted to pleasure me. He rubbed my crotch. It always excites me, to the point where I can easily reach orgasm. Naturally, I did moments later.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans. He also went ahead and took my black lacy panties down. He fingered my already wet pussy. It felt so good. Orgasm two was successful.

I was starting to feel dopey, as I slouched sitting in the backseat. My bare bottom was barely on the seat. Naturally, it was enough for my guy to start smacking both cheeks. I liked it, although I was too slow to fully react at first.

"You're spanking my bare bottom," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yes," my guy confirmed, continuing to spank me with his hand.
"I can't let you do that," I told him. "I'm sitting up."

I was so dopey that I could barely do that. Instead, he helped me over his knee. I told him that he was mean. That didn't help much.

He started off spanking each cheek firmly. He didn't exactly ease me into the spanking. He went full force! It was the hardest spanking that he has ever given me.

"You do know that you're a bad girl?" he said, practically giving everything he has with each slap across my bare butt.
"It hurts a lot!" I said, which is rare for me to ever admit.

He spanked each buttock at least three times in rapid succession, alternating in a rhythmic fashion. Every blow was hard. It hurt. I loved it.

I have been incorporating placing my right hand over my butt to stop the smacks for a bit. My guy moved my hand immediately over to the small of my back and continued punishing my poor butt. I slid my hand down again to protect my bottom. He moved my hand away. We clasped our hands together and he continued to spank me hard with his free hand.

I find that I love when we're holding hands and he continues to spank me. It is such a turn-on.

He finally stopped spanking me. Instead, he fingered both my pussy and my butthole simultaneously. This last orgasm was awesome.

I got up and cuddled up to him for a bit. He told me to relax. He kissed my forehead, which I always love.

We then did something that I have longed to do. He pulled down my v-neck sweater and removed my bra. He nuzzled his head between my breasts. He then proceeded to kiss my breasts. We both loved it so much! I kissed him on his forehead as he continued to kiss and caress my breasts.

The grand finale was making my guy happy. I moved my hand down to his clearly erect penis. Boy, was it hard! I caressed it. He couldn't take it any longer. His pants and briefs came down. I wrapped my hand around his cock. I loved how it felt in my hand.

I could tell that my guy wanted me to suck him. I didn't hesitate. I kissed the tip of his penis first, and then licked it. I continued to lick his cock as if it were a lollypop. I then inserted it in my mouth. Just pure heaven.

I pulled out just before he was about to ejaculate, for I can't handle cum in my mouth. In a way, I am glad that I can't. He offloaded a ton! His semen covered both my hands completely. I also noticed after he had left for the evening that there was a puddle of semen on the car mat. Wow!

Anyway, it was an awesome evening. We talked for a bit and tried to energize ourselves. We had one beautiful, long kiss before we headed our separate ways.

I drove away, sitting with a sore bottom. My guy drove away relaxed and content. It was the perfect end to our workday.

Waking up early on a Saturday with a sore bottom

I enjoy waking up next to my guy. I never take it for granted. However, I cherish the times more these days ever since I was let go for nearly a month. He doesn't want to let me go these days. I feel the same way about him.

I woke up on Saturday morning just after 07:00. Yes, it was super early to be up on the weekend. I quietly sat on the bed, looking at my guy. He had taken most of the bedsheets, rolling himself in them like a spring roll.

He eventually woke up. I kissed and hugged him. He reciprocated and told me to sleep in. I told him that I have delayed meeting up with a fellow colleague by half an hour, to spend more time with my guy in bed. He liked that.

I kissed and hugged him some more. I loved how smooth his head and face were to the touch.

He played with my nipples under my grey top. I wasn't wearing a bra. He marvelled at how hard my nipples were.

Unfortunately, I had to get on with my day. I brushed my teeth and hair, and changed into my green top and jeans in front of my guy. He told me that my shirt fit me well. It was a snug fit on me. He liked the fact that my shirt hugged my breasts.

I gathered my stuff and kissed him goodbye. He was flying back home today. I was off to New York for a day trip. He got out of bed, and kissed both my cheeks and lips. We hugged for a long time. I wished him a safe flight. He wished me a great second week in training.

In New York City, I had forgotten how hard my spanking was the night before until I boarded a hop-and-go bus for a tour of the city. The seats were hard. My backside was sore. It was a three-hour bus ride.

As sore as my butt felt, I was happy as can be. A spanking does wonders to this girl's heart and soul.

Stressful treehouse time for a ticklish girl

I came into work on Wednesday and chatted with my guy about resting his vocal chords. It was the first week in a long time where he wasn't talking in a training session or meeting. I suggested that he wear an eye mask with wide-open eyes painted on the front. He could then take a snooze. He liked that idea.

Towards the end of the workday, my guy and I chatted on Skype. What was different was that we were leisurely chatting with each other in-person.

Unfortunately, my guy logged on to Skype rather late. He needed to leave early, but was hungry. As a result, our quality time together would be cut short. Instead of going to our usual restaurant for dinner, we split a chicken salad sandwich from Timmy's and ate it in the backseat of his car.

My guy dropped part of the sandwich on the seat in the treehouse and got upset. I told him that it was okay.

We talked about work. We're going through a realignment of departments. We will no longer be in the same department. He can work from home for longer stretches, which impacts how often we'll see each other, but it won't happen for a bit. I expressed how sad this news was. My guy comforted me, saying that we'd working something out.

I will likely become a lead in my department. There is a lot of history and drama behind this lead position, which I won't bore you with here. All I can say is that we'll need to wait and see.

My guy still is fascinated about tickling me. It seemed to go on forever during this session. I told him that it was the most stressful treehouse session that I have ever had. I couldn't even rest in his arms after reaching orgasm, as he wanted to tickle me. To him, it's fun to tickle me. To me, being tickled is torture.

Just before he wanted to play with my pussy, he said, "It's time for an examination!" It was funny, but not romantic at all. He proceeded to pinch my pussy. He then went ahead and fingered it. That part was nice, but I still felt stressed afterwards.

We talked. He's in NJ next (it's now this) week on business. He asked me if I wanted a bra from Victoria's Secret. He'd get me one in my favourite colour, purple. He also knows that I like lace. He suggested that he also wanted to get me crotchless panties. I have never owned a pair before. I am sure that he likes the convenience factor when fingering me!

He went to play with my nipples. He was surprised that they weren't hard, like they normally are. Tickling me does not excite me. He wanted me to hug him, but I couldn't. He figured out that I didn't trust him with a hug, as I feared getting tickled by him.

My guy apologized. He thought he was being playful. Sure, it would be playful for maybe a few seconds, but this tickling session lasted for half an hour. He said that our session on Friday would be romantic and tickle-free. He promised and seemed concerned that I labelled this quality time session as being playful.

It's clear that I am the first person he has dated who is highly ticklish.We continue to learn about each other, and figure out what works and what doesn't. It's not a bad thing. I just hope to not be tickled like that again?

A dinner date and more...

On Thursday night, my guy and I let the GPS decide where we'd go for dinner in Lidingo. We thought that a restaurant called Cleopatra would serve Middle Eastern food. We were so wrong. It was a pizza place owned by Asian folks.

Instead, we went to a Thai place next door. Naturally, neither of us could read Swedish, but we did figure out the gist of some of the dishes. We ordered a couple of dishes, which were delicious.

I don't know how to drive a standard car. My guy can and he is willing to teach me.

"I won't charge you money. You'll pay in services."
"Sounds good. I know how to drive yourt type of stiff... um, I mean stick shift."

After a fine time at the restaurant, we headed back to the hotel to unwind and to start packing. It was nice to just converse and relax, while leisurely packing. We had a late checkout time tomorrow, so we weren't in any hurry to get all our packing done.

We were both lounging in bed. My guy was looking up plane tickets. He was booking his business trip to Frankfurt, which is where he is this week. I snuggled up to him as we both were comparing prices. He finally booked his flight, after kissing me and wanting to play with his cock, which was getting harder with each passing minute. He actually heard me tell him to book his flight first and we'd book playtime a bit later!

He powered off his laptop. We began kissing. I am sure that we'd be content kissing each other all evening long, but we always do more than that.

"How have you been?" he asked me.
"That's an unfair question," I protested.
"How so?"
"When I tell you that I have been good, you don't believe me and spank me. When I say that I have been bad, you still spank me."
"I just want to hear your side of the story," he reassured me, extending his hand to hold mine and guiding me to stretch across his lap.
"You're tricking me," I said, playing a whiny, hesitant girl.
"I just want to hear your thoughts."

I was over my guy's knee. He started to grope each buttock, which made me wet and excited. He proceeded to caress each buttock.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me.
"Of course," I replied.
"I don't think so."

My spanking started. He used his hand to deliver increasingly harder smacks across each buttock. He paused and pinched each buttock.

"You are such a stubborn girl," he told me while providing a brief spanking pause.
"I'm not stubborn. You're just a meanie!"

I do enjoy provoking him playfully. He scolded me some more, and spanked me longer and harder. I could feel the increasing warmth across my backside.

"Do you want me to stop punishing you?"
"Can you please stop?" I said.
"That's more begging," he pointed out, slapping each buttock. "What will you do to stop me from spanking you?"
"I can give you a handjob..."

He liked that. He caressed my backside, signalling that my spanking was over.

I got up and loved how warm my bottom felt. I couldn't help but to passionately kiss him, kneeling in front of him. He did a fine job spanking me.

He took down his pajama bottoms and briefs. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and began jerking him off. We continued to kiss.

I am not sure what happened exactly. I fount that my guy was taking over the jerking duties and I was playing with his chest. I have always found his chest sexy. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. I managed to put my hand under his shirt and caress his bare chest underneath. He liked it so much.

"Play with my nipple," he said, without any hesitation.

A while back, I had asked him whether he liked nipple stimulation. He told me in the past that he liked his nipples played with, but he has not had that done to him for years. We both figured out the answer to this question. I played with his left nipple, pinching it gently, and making circles around and on it.

Our legs were intertwined. His hard cock was rubbing against my thigh. He came on it. It was wonderful. We cleaned up and rested in each other's arms for a bit, engaging in some silly talk before drifting off to sleep.

It was a perfect evening.

A goatee and one long, hard spanking

Just before I was about to have my lunch, my guy (MG) started a conversation with me on Skype:

MG: So are you bringing in your trusted ruler today?
Me: It's always in my car to resolve pressing matters. Is today such a day?
MG: I guess you had it coming for so long. Time to own up to your actions as a bad girl.
Me: But, I'm always a good girl. (showing a wasn't-me emoticon)
MG: Not where I'm standing!
MG: And you know what happens to bad girls...
Me: I suppose that I will find out later today, huh?
MG: Oh yeah. You'll find about the painful truth.
Me: =)
MG: ;) 

He's good at setting up the scenario. He told me that he looked forward to seeing me in the office. The feeling was mutual.

Oddly, our work area is a bit crazy these days. It can be quiet for half an hour, and then you hear this mad scramble of folks talking to one another. 

My guy was not a happy camper with this weird chattering cycle. He couldn't wait to leave, but he had come into the office late. So, we both left work at around 18:00. I left a good ten minutes before he did. I waited at our usual spot for him.

He got out of his car and looked into my car. He calls me gadget girl now and again, because I have gadgets for my various electronic devices like my iPod and cell phone and enjoys teasing me. He then asked if I had brought my ruler. I grabbed it from my car's glove compartment and stepped out of my car.

We hopped into the backseat of my guy's car. My guy was growing a goatee. It has been a while since I have kissed a man with one. I don't do well under such conditions. My skin is incredibly sensitive. I did like touching it.

We kissed. Sure enough, my face didn't like his goatee. I was getting goatee-burn on my upper lip. He was laughing at me.

"I don't think we'll have too many treehouse meetings if you keep it," I said, partly joking, but I was also serious.
"You won't be with me because of one body part? There are other parts, you know."
"It hurts to kiss you now," I pouted.
"So, you think you have a say in whether I keep my goatee?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said.
"Well, we'll see about that," he said, taking the ruler from me.

We kissed some more. My upper lip was getting irritated. My guy stopped and unbuttoned my sweater that he had bought for me. He wondered whether his goatee would irritate my nipple. He was sucking each nipple, which was incredibly relaxing. He flicked them. He loved caressing them.

He asked that I nuzzle his cock, which was clearly hard under his slacks. It was nice to gently rub my left cheek against his crotch. He started scolding me by slapping the ruler over my grey pants. It felt good as I continued to nuzzle him.

My guy was tugging at my pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I had a pair of black lace panties on. I signalled my guy to sit in the middle of the backseat. I then obediently went over his lap. He pinched each cheek. He then pulled my panties down.

He primarily used the wooden ruler on my backside, occasionally swatting me with his bare hand. My spanking lasted for quite some time.

"Do you still think that you have a say?" he asked me, spanking me with the ruler after saying each word.
"Yes, because it's not enjoyable to kiss a hedgehog," I said.
"You really think so?" he questioned my response.
"Yes," I said defiantly.
"You're so stubborn," he said, and continued spanking me hard with the ruler. I loved it.

He actually spanked me while slapping each cheek with eenie-meenie-miney-mo. We both burst out in laughter. It was cute. I love when he's playful.

My guy, at one stage, said that my bare bottom was red. He fingered me and asked if I wanted his finger in my pussy. I said yes, but he was teasing me by saying no. Instead, he spanked me some more. I loved every moment.

He remarked again that my butt was red. He pulled up my panties and loved how he could see the redness through my black lacy panties. He finally let me reach orgasm. It was intense and wonderful. I hugged him tightly afterwards, as I normally do, but even more so after this spanking.

Needless to say, he was working on me today and eventually made me reach orgasm a couple of times more before I became dopey, which he finds cute. At one point, I was doing impressions of Ernie and Bert. Don't ask.

I will write about the not-so-happy moment that had occurred in the treehouse in my next post. We ended our evening by talking, hugging, holding hands, and cuddling. He couldn't help but to caress my right breast. He then had to stop. He knew that once he starts, he won't be able to stop.

It's nice to be wanted. It's equally as nice to be loved and spanked.

Quickie after work and dopiness ensues

My guy seems to like treehouse meetings on Wednesdays these days. I suppose it's fitting, considering that they are considered hump days.

I like that he schedules when we have our meetings. I tend to be in control of everything in my life. It's nice that he takes control when it comes to quality time after work.

Personally, I like treehouse meetings on Fridays. It's just a nice way to kick off the weekend. I doubt that it will happen as often as they used to. He has agreed to drive a co-op student home on Friday evenings.

Anyway, this Wednesday was busy for both of us. I had to spend some time proofreading a colleague's user guide. He had to talk to a long-winded IT guy for a few hours.

As a result, our treehouse time was shortened. My guy likes to call it a quickie. Even our quickies aren't exactly quick. Such meetings last an hour. We both are okay with it, because we miss each other and are horny.

Sure enough, we left work together and got into the elevator. We had it all to ourselves. We kissed. He told me that he had missed me. The feeling was mutual.

I had to change into my short skirt, so I dashed into the washroom. My guy had a five-minute lead to our regular meeting place.

So, I climbed into the backseat of his car. He looked at me and liked how I looked. I was immediately drawn to his chest. He had taken his undershirt off just for me, but had his dress shirt on. I was a happy girl.

As usual, we started off kissing. I had missed his lips. I caressed his head. He touched my bare legs and squeezed my left thigh.

He proceeded to kiss my neck and chest. He then lifted my blouse and played with my breasts. He loves sucking and nibbling on my nipples. He didn't hesitate to take my right breast out of my black bra. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on my nipple. It was heavenly! We then kissed some more.

His hand went up my skirt. It was time for me to be fondled. My right left went over the armrest in front of us. My other leg went over his lap. He proceeded to finger my pussy, which was already wet. He went ahead and fingered by butt simultaneously, while calling me his slut.

"You know what happens to bad girls like you?" he asked me.
"No," I said like a naive little girl.
"They get punished," he said, gently rubbing my cheek. "Your cheek will get slapped around because you've been bad."
"No," I said, like a whiny kid in elementary school.

He slapped my left cheek a good six times while making commentary that all sluts like me get slapped around. It was hot.

"Do you have anything to say about getting slapped?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nope," I replied.
"That's right. I tell you what to do."

It took practically no time for me to reach orgasm. It was wonderful. Just before I came, my left hand was touching his chest. I was actually playing with his left nipple.

My guy put his hand on my abdomen, which made me giggle. I am ticklish. I immediately put my left hand over his hand and opened my eyes. My guy was looking at me lovingly.

"That tickles," I said with a smile.
"I love touching you there," he admitted.
"I wish I weren't so ticklish," I observed. "It gets in the way sometimes."
"I like that you are. You're cute when you are ticklish."
"I giggle like a ten-year-old girl!"

I reached over and cupped my left hand against his right cheek. My guy turned and kissed my hand. He is so sweet.

My guy was squeezing and running his hand up and down my left leg. It was nice. Eventually, he was rubbing his erect penis against my bare leg.

It was time for me to give my guy a blowjob. He took down his trousers and briefs. He was masturbating as I was pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

I went down on him, taking his hard cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, enjoying the moment of having him in my mouth. My right hand was cupping his balls. I had my thumb and pointer finger holding his penis for stability. I tried something different and had my left hand under his right thigh. My guy liked it all.

After he had ejaculated, I cracked a few jokes and he laughed at them. He kissed my forehead gently. I kissed his tummy. We then cleaned up. He told me that I get better and better at sucking him. Compliments are always appreciated!

My guy gets dopey after a blowjob. He was caressing his now limp cock, talking to it about me and how I make it hard when I am around. I went to hold his limp member and told my guy that his cock couldn't hear what we were saying, as it doesn't have any ears. It's a head after all!

We both laughed. It was a funny moment. My guy is so sweet in dopey mode. I rubbed his head. He loved it. He looked so relaxed.

I love when my guy whispers in my ear. He often provides details about our next meeting in a tone that turns me on.

"Prepare to be touched by me at any time next week," he whispered, as we were hugging.
"And, what if I don't give you access?"
"You will be severely punished," he stated with conviction.

We hugged some more. I caressed his back. My left hand eventually made it to his buttocks. He tends to have his wallet in his right back pocket. So, I played with his left buttock. It was nice. I could tell that he liked what I was doing, too.

Next Wednesday seems so far away for a meeting after work. That's okay. We have Friday and the weekend to see each other.

Melting away stress with multiple orgasms and planning a spanking session

My guy loves me. He loves being with me. The feeling is completely mutual.

I got to work on Monday. He was in a meeting. When he had a free moment, he came to see me. We started chatting. Of course, our annoying colleague who enjoys jumping into our conversations did just that. She and my guy disagreed over comments they had made about me last week.

Well, my guy was correct. I wasn't at work to hear them. He did saying something nice -- that I am truthful and I don't sugarcoat anything that I say. This colleague said that I was there when they were chatting, but she was mistaken.

My guy could tell that something was irritating me. That something was more our colleague. He is sweet in that he came over with what was left of his jar of chocolate candies. He always offers me chocolate first before he spreads the wealth. I went for the long gold-foiled one.

"It's your favourite one," he said. "I knew that you would choose it."
"You know me too well," I said, smiling at him.

A couple of hours later, he came back to his desk. Most of our colleagues had left for the day. We had a brief chat.

"So, what really was upsetting you earlier?" he asked.
"I made a factual statement to our colleague that I am doing the workload of three people. She said that she felt insulted. I found that reaction to be odd. I had to state that it wasn't meant to be an insult. Before she came to "save the day," I was doing the workload of five people. I think that if she were really doing her job these days, instead of socializing for most of her day, that she wouldn't have reacted that way."

My guy nodded. He came over to my desk and started to rub the back of my neck. I love when he does that. He then whispered whether I would like a meeting. Without really needing to ponder over that question, I nodded my head.

He was waiting for me at our usual spot. I had to change into a denim mini skirt. I also had my lacy black panties on.

I entered our treehouse. My guy could not stop looking at me. We kissed. His hand immediately went for my bare thigh. We stopped for a bit.

"Let me take a look at you," he said, looking at me from head to toe. "You are gorgeous."
"Thanks," I said, and we embraced.
"Do you want to get dopey?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, which throws us back to when we first started flirting with each other in the office.
"I like maybe," he said, which is really closer to my saying yes. "Is your skirt from the Gap?"
"Yes," I replied.
"I am beginning to like the Gap."

My right hand was wrapped around him, caressing his back. My left hand was on his butt, occasionally playing with his belt around his waist. He had his right hand hugging me and his left hand was on my thigh, which proceeded to play with my pussy, eventually fingering my butt.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he whispered in my right ear.
"Yes, like the slut that I have always been," I replied.

I eventually came and took a break. My guy still had his fingers in my pussy. He admitted that he didn't want to take them out.

My guy likes to push the boundaries a bit from time to time. I came not twice, but three times. Every time, he would show his affection by brushing his hand over my forehead, playing with my hair, or kissing my shoulders and neck.

He played with me for a fourth time. I love when he fingers me. He is skillful at it.

"You're driving me crazy," I said in a low voice, obviously aroused by what he was doing to me.
"I love when you talk like that," he said, obviously pleased that he was doing a good job at pleasuring me.

I came. I don't recall reaching orgasm so many times in succession in recent years, but I did. I then rested in the backseat as my guy cleaned up.

My guy smiled at me sweetly. He touched my cheek and gingerly pinched my cheek.

"You are so cute," he said to me. "I didn't think that you could get cuter than you are right now, but you are."

He had briefly licked my left nipple earlier. I told him that I remembered the only other time that he had sucked it. He remembered that day fondly, too. He went ahead and sucked my left nipple some more. I loved it when his tongue circled around my hard nipple. He nibbled at it a bit. His lips creating suction was wonderful. He looked up at me and we kissed for a bit.

My guy looked at me lovingly. He removed my sandal off my left leg and placed it on the armrest in front of us. I then put my other leg up. He touched my left leg. He proceeded to massage it.

"You really love my legs," I remarked.
"I do," he admitted. He touched the back of my left thigh. "You are so smooth."
"No one has ever done that," I noted.
"The guys that you used to be with don't know how to pleasure you," he stated.

We talked some more.

"I can't believe that you have been hiding your legs from me for so long," he said with a sweet smile on his face.
"I can't go to work every day like this, you know," I stated, which he agreed.
"I am so attracted to you," he admitted. "You are everything that I need."

He is sweet. I told him that he was smooth. That trend continued.

"I love kissing you," I said to him, as we had spent another ten minutes kissing.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your lips, and how soft, full, tender, and smooth your lips are?"
"Maybe," I said with a smile on my face. "I use that word a lot, don't I?"
"I like it," he nodded. "I have never kissed anyone as long and as much as I have kissed you."
"I am honoured," I said.
"The honour is mine," he replied.

I enjoy touching his thigh. I was actually squeezing it lovingly. He liked it.

He told me that he'd like to spank me this Friday. He told me how.

"I'd put you over my knee, lift up your short skirt, and spank you with that wooden spatula over your lacy black panties."
"You'd get quite the view," I said.
"Yes, and I would do more to you while you are in that position."

I liked the last part of our meeting. He spanked my left buttock and pinched it.

"Maybe we should have done this first," he noted. I agreed. "I liked when you touched my butt earlier."
"I loved touching it. You have a cute butt."

I think that he'll be just fine when I ease him into spanking him down the road. I can't wait for Friday to arrive.