Give me Liberty!

It has finally arrived! My Womanizer Liberty is here!

It took a week longer to arrive. A COVID-19 outbreak happened at a Canada Post sorting facility, so extra precautions were taken.

The lilac looks prettier when I took it out of the packaging. I had to charge it. The instructions that came with the Liberty aren't complete, but how to pleasure yourself got to the point!

I'll let you know how happy I am soon!

Self-cleaning vagina

The vagina is a fascinating organ. Although I miss having sex with a loving partner, self-pleasure is pretty good these days.

Like my menstrual cycle, the vagina also self-cleans monthly. When it happens, it's almost as if I am wet all the time. When I'm aroused while my vagina is self-cleaning, it's like Niagara Falls.

It's not a complain. I'm simply impressed.

I find that focusing on pleasuring myself helps with my anxiety these days. I still can't narrow down the cause of it, but my symptoms go away when I'm not in deep thought.

Playing with myself and drifting off to sleep

I went to bed last night horny. I wanted to be spanked. I had to play with myself.

I do enjoy reaching orgasm and drifting off to sleep. I haven't done that in quite some time.

As much as I miss my guy pleasuring me these days, it was nice to go back and do it myself.

It felt good. I felt good.

Here's hoping for an upcoming spanking and fondling, courtesy of my guy.

Reaching over to give a handjob

I reached over to find my guy's crotch. As expected, he was hard. I stroked his member in his jeans.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. I got to hold and play with his extremely erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He envisioned me being there all the time for his pleasure.

He loved the thought so much that he came. Cum came out like a fountain. He was happy and dopey. I was already in dopey mode, so we were a matching couple.

I like when I make him ejaculate. Mission accomplished.

Being dopey after a handful of orgasms

After my guy had pleasured me a handful of times, we stretched out on the bed and cuddled for a bit. I reached down to play with his member, but ended up touching a different hard object.

"What's that?" I asked him, feeling an object similar to his hard cock.
"It's a hose attachment for hard water," he said, pulling it out of his pocket.
"It's looks like a butt plug," I pointed out, which made him smile.
"I need to go to the hardware store and get a replacement," he explained.
"I already have a hardware store here with you," I said.

I was pretty dopey. I held the hose attachment and looked through it.

"Hey, there's a hole. I can see!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," my guy said endearingly.
"Whoa, I can see your eyeball! I'll put it down," I said, scaring myself, which made him laugh.

I then decided to talk through it as if it were a microphone.

"Is anybody home?" I asked.
"I love when you're dopey," my guy said, kissing me.

It was partially his fault for getting me to this state. No complains from either of us, though!

Vacation and pending punishments

My vacation has started. I'm glad that I decided to stay at a different hotel in the same city in which my guy resides. It's nice.

I feel like I am on vacation. The floor lights automatically sense that I am about to enter the bathroom and greet me by lighting up. The TV is ridiculously crisp and large. The shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and soap are luxurious. The couch is all leather. Wow!

My guy has returned from his trip. We had this chat before he left two weeks ago:

"I got my car's licence sticker renewed for another couple of years," I had indicated.
"I know that I did back in March. I don't recall whether I stuck the sticker on my licence plate," he remarked.

Today, we both looked at his car. He has been driving with an outdated sticker for three months.

"If I did that, you would bend me over the car, pull down my shorts and panties, and spank me for forgetting," I noted.
"True," he replied, grinning.
"What should I do to you then?" I asked.
"How about giving me a blowjob?" he replied.

It's funny how our punishments are pleasurable.

Sharky, pleasure, and math

It has been a while since I wrote about Sharky, a software development manager with whom I work on various documentation tasks. These days, we have a ton of software releases for existing customers. Naturally, they need release notes and documentation.

Last Friday, we crossed paths. My team was working on a major software release and we had to build our documentation. It's a long story, but it does take some time, even with some tasks being somewhat automated.

He indicated that there would be only one trouble report (it's essentially a bug report in either the software or documentation) to indicate in the release notes. I was good with that.

On Monday, I followed up with him. He had changed his story. There were 21 trouble reports and counting! Okay, being a one-year-old toddler versus a 21-year-old undergraduate student is a huge difference. Why can't he count properly?!

Anyway, this past Monday, he assigned me a trouble report to work on. It was incorrectly dubbed as a documentation issue for our part of the software, when it should go to a different writer. I wrote an e-mail to him to explain things. I indicated that he could reassign it to another writer or I could simply reject the trouble report.

"Cutiebootie, I reassigned the report," he said to me.
"Thanks. I wasn't sure whether you wanted to reassign it or have me reject it, which I enjoy," I said.
"I didn't realize that it gave you pleasure -- that it is pleasurable for you," he said.

Of note, Sharky has a thing for me. My guy and I have discussed various actions that he does or says that supports his attraction. My guy often teased me by saying, "But, Cutiebootie, he lusts after you."

My manager had heard the pleasure and pleasurable references. His eyebrows automatically raised as his eyes got larger. Last year, he went on about how Sharky resembles George Clooney. Although I don't see it, I still tease my manager by saying that Sharky is his boyfriend.

Ah, what fun!

I told my guy about it. Naturally, he takes it in good stride.

"He has good taste in women. Anyone would lust after a cute Chinese girl like you," he admitted.
"You're sweet. He's creepy, though. And, he can't count!"

I don't do well being with someone who can't do simple math. Thank goodness my guy and I are math nerds.

Fun step pleasuring and exciting my guy

It's always wonderful pleasuring my guy. Last weekend, in our hotel room, he was completely naked, minus his socks that I noticed later on.

It's practically instinctual for me to wrap my hand around his hard member and jerk him off. He loves the look of my hand around it. I had berry-coloured nail polish on.

"Kiss me," he said.

I did. He gets more excited when I do.

He also loves my shoulders. He pulled down my t-shirt, exposing my right shoulder. He looked at the colour of my bra strap.

"You're wearing a black bra," he said.

His excitement went into overdrive. He loves a black bra and panties on me, which was exactly what I was wearing. At this point, I just had the former on.

Moments later, he came. We kissed, embraced, chatted, and then cleaned up.

I am always content when he ejaculates. Naturally, he is, too.

Cars, packing, plan changes, and travel

I wrote to my guy the other day, indicating that his car is safe in the parking lot at work. I sent him a photo of my car parked next to his. He liked that a lot.

On Sunday, we chatted on Skype before he had to turn in for the night.

"Your car keeps telling me that I need to drive it," I told him.
"It did? Right now, you can do whatever you want," he replied.
"You miss me, don't you?" I noted.
"I do. I miss sweet and sexy you."

He's sweet, as always. I miss him, too. He is in Istanbul, safe and sound.

Things have changed. We were supposed to meet when he returns home this Friday. However, he has been asked to return to Cairo after his trip to Istanbul this week. So, we won't see each other until I am home from Shanghai next month. It seems like an eternity.

On a good note, we will be chatting more regularly this week. So, all is not lost.

My packing is going okay. I am slowly chipping away at my list of important items to bring along. Thank goodness for this long weekend! I always feel like I am missing something, even if I have prepared a list. My list continues to grow.

Being playful before, during, and after a spanking

The other day, my guy wanted to spank me. We were sitting in the treehouse. He moved closer to me and wanted to touch my butt.

"Oh, no," I said, playing the role of a girl who is avoiding a spanking.
"It's time," he said.
"I am going to remain seated where my butt is safe and secure," I said, which made him smile.

He tried pulling down my leggings from the front, but I wouldn't let him. He then tried again from behind. We both get excited with this sort of playfulness.

Eventually, I went over his knee and my punishment began. Pleasure followed soon afterwards for both of us.

I am so glad that we both like role-playing.

My 1,000 post - the fountain of cum

I just realized that this post will be my 1,000th post! I decided to be fancy and place a comma in the number -- just because I can.

I never thought that I would be blogging this much. It helps to have a ton of topics to write about and great readers like you who stop by and say hi. Thanks so much for your support over the years!

On Saturday, after I was spanked and pleasured, it was my turn to reciprocate. I moved my hand over my guy's crotch. Sure enough, he was hard.

He touched himself and then let me go back to doing it. He was so turned looking at my berry nail polish, with my hand over his crotch, that he immediately unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. It was nice to touch his hard member again.

My guy obviously missed me. He told me that he lusted after me badly. I gave him a handjob. His cum flowed effortlessly, coating my of my hand. He told me not to stop. I didn't. It was probably one of the best handjobs I have given him. It truly was a fountain of cum that seemed to go on and on.

We both helped clean up afterwards. We used a lot of tissue. In my treehouse, I have a roll of paper towel. We realized that tissue leaves little bits here and there. It was fun trying to carefully pick the bits off his bits.

Cloning me leads to more spankings and pleasure?

It has been an interesting week or so. Let's just say that this entire week has flown by because being busy does wonders.

Just over two weeks ago, I started training two co-op students. They are sweet, intelligent, and hard-working.

This week, I am training a new contractor. She's funny. She is older than I am.

I have noticed that contractors tend to get confused with which password to enter on what computer system. It has been the case with three contractors that I have trained within the past four months.

The problem is trying to make sure that my small team of the original contractor, the two co-op students, and my new contractor are all okay. Everyone is understanding that I am only one person. The original contractor has suggested that I be cloned.

Would being cloned truly be beneficial to the world? I don't know.

Perhaps my guy would like the idea of having more than one me when we are intimate. I can only imagine him spanking multiple me clones and all of us pleasuring him.

Perhaps this cloning idea isn't that bad after all. Hmm...

M is for manual, s(t)imulated stick shift

One night in Seattle, after my guy and I had come back from shopping, we cuddled for a bit. My guy was horny. The feeling was mutual.

My guy removed his pants and briefs, and let me play with his hard cock. I had a bit of fun with it.

He won't let me drive his manual transmission car. His car is his baby. I tease him about it often.

Well, since I won't be driving his manual car until he cracks, I decided to simulate driving his manual stick instead. I actually changed gears from first to sixth.

"What if your car has a seventh gear? What do I do? And, how do I reverse?" I asked him, after I had simulated driving a manual car with his erect member.
"Just jerk me off!" he said.

He's funny. We had a good evening.

The next day, my guy remarked about my driving his stick shift.

"I never knew that you could do that," he said to me, smiling.
"See, if I can drive your stick shift, I can drive your car just fine," I teased.

I enjoy teasing him. He likes when I do it, too.

L is for lying in bed, watching Fifty Shades of Grey with my guy

Vacations are wonderful. I am longing for my next vacation, but have many fond memories of my recent one. My guy had to work, but he loved coming back to the hotel to be with me. We both loved spending so much time together than we usually do.

One evening, my guy asked if we could watch Fifty Shades of Grey. He is a movie guy and knows that I like the flick.

I thought that I could access my streaming account online, but it was finicky that evening. Instead, I had the movie on my phone, so we watched it on there.

My guy is a romantic. I knew that he would dislike Christian, for he was portrayed as being cold while Ana clearly wanted to be with him. He liked Dakota Johnson's portrayal of Ana. He also got turned on.

I got to point out some of my favourite moments in the movie, which were mostly the short spanking scenes. The movie wasn't over and my guy was pleasuring me.

Before I get to that part, it was nice to be in bed together, watching a flick, and cuddling. It was perfect.

My guy did pleasure me and it was wonderful. He also spanked me hard with his hand, which was wonderful and arousing.

I then gave him a blowjob. He absolutely loved it. He didn't even have to tell me that he was going to ejaculate. I could tell and he didn't disappoint.

Needless to say, my guy liked the movie.

F is for funny bobblehead

One night last week, I was resting my head on my guy's thigh as I was holding his hard member. I had given him a handjob and had cleaned up. I have never held his erect penis while the erection slowly dies down.

My guy and I were also experimenting with our weed vapourizer for the second time. He had only one puff. I had three.

He told me the following day that I was looking at his member shrink. I then said that it looked like a bobblehead and jiggled it. It made me happy and giggle a ton. My guy thought that I looked cute and sweet.

I guess that my guy's member has a new name when it's in a restful state. It is a head, after all! I am a funny girl.

From cuddling to quality time

On Sunday, my guy wanted to cuddle with me. So, we headed over to my car. He got into the backseat. I drove us to a quiet location of the parking lot and joined him.

We cuddled. I love when we do. I feel safe in his arms.

He lightly smacked by backside.

"I'm good!" I exclaimed.
"You are never good," he said, continuing to spank me lightly.
"I thought that we were going to cuddle," I said, enjoying being in his arms.

I could tell that he liked the time that we had. He stopped the lovetaps. Instead, we kissed. I have missed his full lips for a while. He felt the same way about mine.

He unzipped my jacket and played with my breasts. He then placed his hand under my shirt and brought out my breasts from my bra, playing with my hard nipples.

He wanted to finger my butt. He had his hand partway down my backside. I didn't feel like it. Instead, he went to the front door, so to speak. He unzipped my jeans and pleasured me until I came.

It was nice. I was dopey and lethargic.

We kissed a bit more. I strategically placed my hand on his crotch. Yep, his member was hard. I kept caressing it. Finally, we let his hard cock out for me to do a handjob. My guy played with my breasts some more as I continued to jerk him off. He came all over my hand. We were both happy.

Naturally, we cleaned up. We hugged a bit more and woke up. I then drove him over to his car. We kissed and hugged.

I wished him a safe drive to Montreal. He did the same for me, but I was driving home.

He made it safely to Montreal. He called me hours later. It was a good thing that he left two hours before the snow hit Scarborough. He missed all that nastiness. He only misses me.

Treehouse time and my bare butt on display

Last Thursday, my guy asked if we could have treehouse time after work. I was fine with that. He was happy about it, too.

I was in a 2.5-hour work meeting that ended at 17:30. It was good timing, as my guy's class ended ten minutes after that.

He sent me an instant message, asking if I was ready to go. I was. Oddly, he took the elevator up to my office floor as I was leaving. I suppose that the men's washroom on his floor was out of service.

I met him at our usual parking lot these days. The lot belongs to a church, which is different.

My guy got there about five minutes after I had arrived. We proceeded to get into the backseat of my car.

We hugged and kissed. It seemed like ages since our lips locked. It felt wonderful.

He unzipped my blue jacket. He caressed my breasts. I caressed the back of his head and chest as we continued to kiss.

He found the button on my purple jeggings and undid them. I had to intervene.

"My jeggings don't have a zipper," I warned him.
"That's okay. How about this?"

My guy pulled both my jeggings and underwear off. He's so bad, but in a good way. His hands were cold. I started to giggle, as they made me ticklish.

"You can't pleasure me with your cold hands!" I exclaimed, holding both of them in my hands to try and warm them up.
"I know they're cold, sweetie. Please warm them up."

I held them for a while. They still felt too cold. Instead, my guy went for a blue latex glove from my glove stash, slipped it on, and pleasured me until I came. It felt so good. I was lethargic afterwards.

He let me lean against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. I kissed his forehead. I also played with my crotch. His penis wasn't erect when I first touched it. However, after rubbing it for a couple of minutes, I could feel it getting longer and harder in his pants.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his briefs down. I got to give my guy a handjob.

He ejaculated a lot. It was to the point where his semen dripped down past my wrist. It felt good. He obviously felt good, too.

We cleaned up and hugged for a bit. I had trouble pulling my jeggings up, so I had to stand up in the treehouse, which meant that anyone could be looking at my backside.

"If someone does get a glimpse of your cute bare butt, that person would be lucky to see it," my guy said.

He's sweet, as usual.

Pleasing him, receiving a hard spanking, and having a dinner date

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I had some quality time after work. We left work at around 16:00 and headed to our usual spot.

We had to move to a different parking lot. There were more cars there than normal. My guy found me and we drove across the street to park at the Greek orthodox church. There is a first for everything!

My guy and I parked, and we got into the backseat of my car. We cuddled for a bit, which was nice. He kissed me on my head as I rested it against his chest.

After he had pleasured me nicely and I woke up from being so relaxed, it was my time to please him. I caressed his hard cock that was in his pants. He couldn't take it any longer, which involved my guy removing his pants and briefs, allowing me to touch his erect penis.

We both like intertwining our legs from time to time. This time, my thighs were on top of his, which his erect cock between my thighs. I gentle moved moved my thighs up an down his. My guy seemed to like my thighs playing with his cock.

I ended up giving him a handjob. Our legs shifted a bit, where I simply had my right thigh against his balls and penis. My guy loved all of it. He came all over my hand and thigh. The warmth was nice.

We cleaned up and rested for a while. We then had our usual fun chatting session, which ended up with my protesting that I am a good girl.

"Of course, I am a good girl! My bottom isn't sore," I reasoned.
"Your butt is going to be sore. Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me in a dopey voice.
"It's in the glove compartment," I said.
"I am too dopey to reach it. Go get it," he summoned.
"You're too dopey to spank me," I insisted.
"No, I can spank you with the ruler. I just can't do it with my hand," he pointed out.
"I don't want to get it," I stated, playing a whiny girl.
"Get it now. Otherwise, your spanking with be longer than you think," he threatened.
"Okay," I said, bending over to get it.
"I want you in that position once you hand the ruler to me."

I handed the ruler to him and assumed the position. He slapped me hard with the ruler. My favourite exchange came something like the following:

"You are a bad girl," he stated, continuing to alternate slaps on each buttock.
"I'm good. You're wrong," I said rebelliously.
"I have told you many times to be good... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times, at least," with a slap for each counted number.
"You're so mean!"
"You will be a good girl and listen to me," he stated, continuing to smack my backside hard.
"No!"
"Yes, Sir," he prompted me, smacking each buttock with each word.
"No, Sir," I mocked.
"Yes, Sir!" he said, continuing to slap each buttock in succession.

This banter happened for a bit until I bursted out in laugher.

"Why are you laughing?" my guy asked me.
"When you say 'Yes, Sir,' it sounds like someone is saying your name in a horrible Chinese accent!"

We both agreed and laughed. We cuddled some more. I had a nice sore bottom this time.

My guy was hungry. All that fun activity worked up our appetites. We headed to our usual Chinese restaurant, but for dinner. Thank goodness we got a booth. I could rest my sore bottom on the cushioned booth seats.

Reaching orgasm a few times, and hearing a story afterwards about enjoying spankings and sex

The Friday before the long Labour Day weekend, my guy and I agreed to have some quality time after work. My guy typically ends his teaching day early on Fridays and I was ready to call it quits that day after a number of deadline changes had occurred during the first three hours of the day.

"Hey, there. When would you be free to leave?" My guy asked me online at nearly 15:00.
"Hey! I am ready whenever. I just need my boss to send me something before I send out an e-mail to another writer. I am so bored," I replied.
"I can relate. At least it's Friday."

My guy and I eventually were ready to leave at 16:00. He had an issue with his laptop's battery. I had suggested that he get a new one by dropping by our IT department. He finally did so while I was writing my e-mail. My guy said that he'd wait for me outside the office, sitting on one of the benches. I found him and did a quick caress of his head.

We drove in our respective cars over to our somewhat usual parking lot. I got there a bit later than my guy and noticed that it had more cars than usual. I decided to leave the parking lot and found my guy. He led us to another lot across the street, which was deserted.

So, we had treehouse time. We cuddled for a bit, with my guy kissing my head as I curled up in his arms, as my head continued to rest against his chest. We then kissed for a while.

"You are such a bad girl," my guy whispered in my ear.
"That can't be. I'm a good girl," I protested.
"Not to me," my guy said, groping my butt.

My guy removed my capri jeans first. He then carefully pulled down my lacy black panties, which he remarked were beautiful. He proceeded to pleasure me a handful of times, at one point, fingering both my butt and my wet pussy simultaneously until I came.

I was incredibly lethargic afterwards. My guy likes when I am. It is confirmation that he did a good job.

"I'm sleepy. Tell me a bedtime story," I said, as if I were a little girl.
"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cutiebootie," he started. "She was a good girl."
"See, I'm a good girl. Even you just admitted it," I interrupted myself briefly from being dopey.
"No, you're a bad girl. Let me finish," my guy insisted.
"Okay," I said, resting my head against the backseat.
"She was a good girl to everyone who knew her. However, only Mr Meanie knew otherwise," he stated.
"That sounds familiar," I replied, which made us both smile.
"Over three years ago, Mr Meanie met Cutiebootie and they fell in love. He has been spanking and having sex with her ever since, and they both love all that."
"And they lived happily ever after," I said, smiling.
"Yes," my guy replied while holding my hand.

The end.

Being pleasured an hour after my guy's flight touches down

My guy texted me on Saturday night. His flight had landed just before 20:00. I was thrilled. I welcomed him back. He liked that.

We met an hour later. He looked extremely good, which happens when you miss someone you love for three weeks.

We didn't plan what we were wearing, but we both went with a striped shirt. Mine was a white-and-purple v-neck t-shirt. He had a white-and-blue polo shirt.

He took one look at me as I sat in my car next to his in the parking lot at work and smiled.

"Hello, pretty girl," he said, with a huge grin on his face.

We got into the treehouse. We traded gifts. Mine were from my trip to Las Vegas in July. I had completely forgotten to give them to him. He gave me a cute iPhone case to fit my new phone (it's the same case that I had purchased in Istanbul, except that it's larger) and a glass screen protector. I got him candy and a retractable back scratcher. The latter is pretty neat. I have one, too.

He told me that I looked cuter than he remembered me last. He touched my hair and loved how it framed my face. I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his right cheek. He has smooth skin for a guy.

We embraced for the longest time. I love being in his arms. He squeezed me and told me multiple times that he missed me.

Next came a indulgent period of kissing. I lose myself in his sweet kisses. It's enjoyable.

We came up for air. He then caressed my left buttock under my skirt, and touched my bare thigh, working his way down my leg to my calf. He then spent a moment to touch my thigh some more.

"You've been a bad girl," he whispered in my ear. "You need to be punished."
"Can't we extend this spanking-free streak?" I asked him.
"I'm afraid not," he said.

We kissed some more before he played with my breasts. He carefully positioned me so that I was leaning back, with the backseat supporting me. I had a black bra under my t-shirt, which drove him crazy. Out came my left breast and he immediately sucked my nipple. It felt so good.

He then lifted my skirt up, pulled down my matching black panties, and proceeded to finger me until I came. It took almost no time.

"I guess I haven't been a bad girl," I remarked.
"Sure, you have," he remarked, while guiding me over his lap.

Part two needs to be in another post. Otherwise, I am writing a novel here!