Pillow talk

I bought two new king pillows. They have gel in them. It felt good putting my head on one of them.

The problem is that I don't have king pillowcases! I currently have a standard cover on it, which works, except for the part of the pillow that juts out.

I have a reason to get pillowcases now. Fun!

I have had my old pillow for probably five years. It's time for a change, as it takes me longer to fall asleep these days.

Pillow and devastating news

I sleep with a pillow under my knees. It helps with my back.

For the past week, the filling from this pillow was coming out. It is an old pillow. It has seen better days.

On Sunday, I went to get a replacement. It doesn't have to be an expensive pillow. It simply needs to support my knees.

I found one at a local store. It was $6. It was a great find.

After running a few errands and then coming home, I learned that Kobe Bryant, along with his daughter and everyone else on his private helicopter, had passed away from the helicopter crashing down. It was devastating news. May Kobe and everyone on that plane rest easy.

It makes you realize how precious life is and to cherish it more than we do.

Penis pillow

Let's face it. The penis isn't exactly the most attractive body part.

Well, I stumbled across this fine penis-shaped pillow. Yes, I can see myself cuddling up to a cute, stiff penis on a cold winter's night.

I'm not sure if I'd call him jumbo Pierre, though. There's also a smaller version.

Lots of walking and thoughts about pillows

On Saturday, I walked a lot. I walked an entire mall. I had a late lunch by driving over to that restaurant, and then came back and shopped some more at a plaza.

I felt good, although my feet are tired right now. It has been a good long weekend so far.

I head back home later on today. The only damper is the pillows in my hotel room. They don't support my head and neck as well as my own pillows at home do. Otherwise, I feel rested. It's a quiet hotel.

Buttress Pillow

I have seen this pillow for a while. I'm not sure whether I was to put my head on a butt pillow called The Buttress Pillow, but it's a fun novelty item:

I like the aqua one. It's on sale right now, but it's pretty steep in price. Considering that I am working on paying off my debt, I'll have to pass and simply enjoy my guy's butt instead. That's not a bad deal.

Sleeping in and departing home

My guy loves to sleep. I affectionately call him my sleepyhead.

In Dallas, I left a day before he was scheduled to head back home. I let him sleep in till noon. I then gently woke him up by squeezing his arm. He took the pillow off his head.

"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I replied, kissing his head. "I have to go."
"What time is it?" he asked me.
"It's 12:15 pm," I replied.

I hugged him in bed. He caressed my head. It was a nice, loving moment.

Like the gentleman that he is, he helped open the hotel door for me as I got my luggage out to the hallway. Naturally, we kissed and hugged.

I love our quiet moments. They are memorable and are full of love, even when he just woke up and is in sleepyhead mode.

Farewell to an intern and hello to a pillow fight

Today was my intern's last day. It was nice that she loved the card that I had picked out for our entire team to sign. She also liked the gift that I had purchased on behalf of our team.

She isn't the sentimental, emotional type. She did manage to say that she was glad that I was her team lead and that I can vent to her at any time. All of her comments made my day and speak volumes about how much she enjoyed being with us.

I just realized that I am in training mode, either giving or receiving it, for at least a month. It's cool that both my guy and I are in this mode for a bit.

The other day, my guy teased me. It's fun being on a couch. I got a couch pillow and had a mini pillow fight with him. I like that we are both so playful. Pillow fights are fun.

MonPère - a travel pillow with hands

I was briefly looking at my Facebook feed. I stumbled upon a story about a new travel pillow.

This pillow stood out. Think of Gumby, but without legs. It's a pillow with hands that you can bend to conform to your head, neck, and body.

The product is called MonPère, which translates to my dad in French.

It looks like fun. It coils away.

If I bought it, my guy would probably try spanking me with it and try being hands-on.

Assuming the position... more than one

My guy went to wash his hands. I flopped onto the bed.

He came out and smiled at me.

"I am assuming the position. I'm in sleepy position," I said.

I was on the bed, with my head on a pillow, on my side with my knees bent, and with the comforter partially over me. I was slanted on the bed, which allowed my guy to join me. He spooned me from behind.

I love when we cuddle. We talked and spooned. It was nice and affectionate.

"I think that I can spank you in this position," he said.

He removed the comforter and hiked up my skirt, revealing my lacy black panties. He approved of them by saying that he liked them a lot. He then started spanking my right butt cheek with his hand. To avoid a lopsided spanking, I flipped over to my tummy. He continued to hand-spank me.

"Can you not spank the pillow?" I asked him, placing a square pillow over my butt. His hand made a dull thud.
"I like the sound of your butt being spanked more," he admitted.

So, I removed the pillow and more smacks happened. I get excited when he pulls down my panties. It means that I have been a bad girl. He did just that.

He spanked my bare bottom. It was a hard spanking. I loved it. He tested how wet I was and teased making me cum. When I wanted to, he didn't think that I should, and continued spanking me some more.

Finally, he let me reach orgasm. I did. It was nice. He hugged me and then went to wash his hands. He came back to join me in bed.

It's nice to cuddle, talk, and kiss his sweet face when we spend quality time. The sore butt was worth it.

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.

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!

S is for snuggling, sleeping, spooning, and spanking

Four of my favourite intimate activities with my guy that begin with the letter s are the following:

• Snuggling
• Sleeping
• Spooning
• Spanking

My guy says that I am affectionate. It takes two to make it work. 

I love snuggling up to him. He could be watching TV or reading in bed, and I instantly want to snuggle up to him. The best part is that he likes when we snuggle. 

Sleeping is fun with my guy. He's boyish in that he likes to sleep with a pillow over his head. He also likes hogging the sheets. We have fixed that arrangement with separate blankets for each of us. 

My guy snores when he is tired, but it only lasts within the first thirty minutes that he falls asleep. I am similar in that I snore when I am tired. My guy doesn't notice, for he has that pillow over his sweet head.

Spooning is wonderful with my guy. He likes to be the outer spoon. His eventual hard member ends up pressed against my butt. One thing leads to another and we can't keep our hands off each other.

Spooning for us practically leads to my getting a spanking. My sore bottom then leads to both of us having a wonderful time in bed.

The s-cycle then goes back to snuggling and sleeping. It's perfect.

Long day, sore bottom, and quality time

Last Thursday was a long day for both my guy and me in Istanbul. I had signed up for a walking tour of the various touristy sites in the old city. I had to be in the hotel lobby by 07:50. My guy had to go to work, but he also was meeting a software architect on the Asian side of the city after work.

I woke up at 06:50 and started getting on with my day. My guy's alarm normally goes off at 07:00. It did, but he didn't hear it because he had a pillow over his head. I actually had to gently take it off his head before he heard the alarm.

I hugged him. He reached over to squeeze my hand. He then flipped over to look at me, hugging his pillow tightly.

"You look like you don't want to get up," I remarked.
"I like sleeping," he said like a little boy.
"Well, you have to go to work soon. I need to grab some breakfast," I advised.
"Okay," he said, closing his eyes again.
"Hope to see you on your feet when I come back," I said, kissing him on his forehead and heading out the door.

The lounge next door serves hot breakfast. I didn't get bored of it one bit that entire week. I'd say about twenty minutes later, I came back to the room. My guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone.

"I set the bar too high when I said that you'd be on your feet by the time I came back into the room," I said, kissing him.
"I just sat up seconds before you walked into the room," he said, with a huge smile.
"What are we going to do with you?!"

I wished him a good day. He reciprocated. I headed downstairs to the lobby and got my ride to the old city.

The tour had a lot of walking. It was a good tour with a knowledgeable tour guide. I took tons of pictures, talked to the other tourists in my group, and enjoyed being a tourist, too.

One of the stops was at a rug store. We were served warm apple cider in a traditional Turkish cup and saucer. I ended up buying a small rug, which fit nicely in my suitcase.

I got back to the hotel just after 18:00. I was not expecting to see my guy.

I was waiting for the elevator in the lobby. When the doors opened, I saw my guy coming out. We talked briefly, both of us happy to see each other.

"How was your tour?" he asked me.
"Good, but there was a lot of walking," I said. "I got a rug!"
"Nice!" he said, smiling at me.
"You smell good," I noticed.
"I shaved my face," he said, as I went to touch his smooth skin.
"Nice! Have a good time tonight."
"Thanks. You, too. I'll see you soon," he replied, and headed off to the metro.

I rested a bit once I got to the room. I then decided to grab some dinner in the lounge. I then came back and took it easy. I took a shower, watched TV, and caught up with some e-mail.

My guy came back a few hours later and bought me a couple of cookies. He is sweet that way. He knows that I am a sucker for pastries and cookies.

We both talked about our day. We shared pictures that we had taken. We then cuddled and watched TV together.

At one point, our conversation led to this exchange:

"You are such a bad girl," he said to me.
"What do you plan to do about it?" I asked him innocently.
"Well, I can either make your butt purple or pink."
"That's not nice," I replied.
"At least I am giving you a choice. If you get the leather paddle, you will get a pink bottom. Otherwise, I will have to use my hand, and you will have a purple and blue bottom."
"But, I don't want to go get the leather paddle," I whined playfully.
"It's not my problem. I want you to fetch that paddle so I can use it on you."

I reluctantly got out of the bed to go get my leather paddle from my suitcase. I then crawled into bed. I was on all fours.

"I like when you don't wear a bra and your nipples are hard under your t-shirt," he remarked, playing with them.
"You told me not to wear a bra. See, I am a good girl," I replied smartly.
"No, you're still a bad girl," he said, giving me a couple of light slaps with the paddle.

I went over his lap. He pulled down my pajama shorts and slapped me with the leather paddle. There was a rhythm to it. He would first alternate smacking each buttock. He would then pick out specific spots on each buttock and slap that same area five times. The smacks grew harder. I became wet and more aroused.

He stopped spanking me once I could feel my bottom warm up. He them played with me until I reached orgasm, which doesn't take long when I am that aroused. I hugged him tightly. He rubbed my bottom for a bit.

I then went to give him a handjob. We tried something a bit different and watched a porn flick on his phone. He came all over my hand. I went to get a towel to clean us both up.

Although we had a long day, the ending was perfect.