Road trip, work, and food

I'm in Montreal. I am here for a workshop that spans three days. I'm looking forward to it.

This weekend, I did a lot of driving. I had to rent a car and felt cramped at first. It's much better now after I moved the seat further back and am getting used to it.

I'm eating my way through the city. Hopefully, I can fit in the car when I return!

I'm all packed and ready for another road trip

I feel like I haven't settled since I returned on Sunday. I'm packed at long last.

I am not bringing as much on this trip. Instead, after I get my rental car, I am buying pop, water, and soy beverage. I probably need some snacks.

On Friday, I used another two Groupons. I had a fantastic deli sandwich with fries and another dessert. Later on today, I use up my final Groupon. Yay!

My next post will be in Montreal. I hope that you have a great weekend!

Bending over has a time and a place

My guy and I went grocery shopping together on my first night in Dallas. We both like shopping together. It's simply a fun outing.

We placed a bunch of our groceries and purchased items on the backseat of his rental car and headed back to the hotel. He had placed a jug of milk in a plastic bag on the floor of the car, behind him. I went over to fetch it once we had parked.

"It's okay. Let me go get it. I want you to bend over for more important things," he said to me.
"I like that," I replied.

Shopping needs to always end on such a spicy, fun note.

Trip-planning is nearly done

Our plane tickets and car rentals are booked. I'm joining my guy a day after he arrives in Dallas and a day before his course ends. We are both pleased.

He had originally sent me his itinerary on Monday. I didn't get anything, so I asked him about it on Tuesday. I finally got it and was able to book everything. His bookings go through the company. Mine is obviously personal.

We are both looking forward to spending some time with each other.

The weekend and my car

Weekends are far too short. I blink and it's over.

I haven't described what is going on with my car, bluie. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed some scratches and scuff mark on the driver side's rear door, as well as over the body's rear tire. I had come out of the grocery store and noticed them.

I went ahead and called my insurance company about the next steps. The representative said that I was not at fault, which wasn't groundbreaking. I truly did not know what happened. I could only speculate that a car had brushed mine.

She indicated that I simply needed to file a report at the police collision centre within 24 hours. After that, I could provide all the details to my insurance company, and then get an estimate from a body shop.

I went to the police collision centre. Naturally, it was a weird setup. You take a number and wait. I waited for about an hour before I spoke to someone. These days, someone there fills out the report for you.

In my case, I was reporting a hit-and-run incident. So, I had to show a police officer the damage. He ruled out a shopping cart had made the scratches and estimated at least $800 damage. He was nice. He helped me with the remaining details of my report. Another person took photos of my car. I then drove home.

I called my insurance and filed a claim. The next step was to bring my car to the body shop. After inspection, my appointment was set for last Wednesday to bring the car in.

So, I have been driving a rental car since last Wednesday. It drives nicely. I miss my car, though. As a result, my car's treehouse has been out of commission for a bit. Naturally, it's nice that my guy's treehouse is available.

My car is expected to be ready on Tuesday. We'll see. It's nice that everyone has been great at making sure that my car will be fixed. It's a year old today.

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.

R is for red - nail polish, lipstick, cars, and my backside

I was excited when I was old enough to rent a car in my early twenties. I was minted graduate, fresh out of university. I had my first full-time job. I also had my first credit card, to actually charge the car rental on it.

The first three cars that I had rented were all red in colour. The car models were completely different. Did I get red cars because I was young or was it by coincidence?

I am not a flashy person. I don't own very many articles of clothing that are red. I can only think of a pair of mittens that I bought this past winter.

I do like wearing red lipstick and nail polish. My guy loves practically any colour of nail polish on my nails, but he gets exceptionally excited when I wear red.

"Did you buy any new nail polish colours recently?" he asked me.
"I have, but I am trying to cut down," I admitted.
"I know that you have a good collection," he agreed.
"I did get a new bottle of red nail polish. You'd approve. It was on sale and in red," I proudly stated.
"Perfect! Is it Ferrari red?" he asked me.
"It's pretty close."
"I definitely approve."

I suppose that I will have Ferrari red nails soon. I get to see him all next week.

As for the colour of my bottom after my guy has spanked me, it is nowhere near that shade of red. He does a pretty good job at making it glow and smart, though. It's the colour of warmth, love, and happiness.