New panties

I received a new pair of panties in the mail. They are cute and sheer!

Here's the front:

The back:

Sheer and sexy, but so comfortable!

I do enjoy my panties subscription!

Still reorganizing, and discovering my love for lacy panties and bras

I am still in reorganizational mode at home. Later on today, I am picking up a few storage cube organizers. I am enjoying the process of getting rid of items that I don't need or use, while reorganizing what I want to keep.

A couple of hours ago, I found some pretty lacy bras. I had completely forgotten that I had purchased them. At this rate, I won't need to buy bras for a few years.

Some women like a matching set of bras and panties. I have never been that way. As long as they look pretty and I feel good in them, they make me happy.

In the past, guys have enjoyed my wearing black bras and panties. The colour matches my hair. I feel sexy in them.

I haven't wore a black bra for a while. I should. I do wear black panties far more often. I love lacy panties. They are surprisingly comfortable.

My new panties are here!

A while back, I had mentioned that I have subscribed to a panty service. Well, my first pair finally arrived in the mail. I love them!

I'm subscribed to Knotty Knickers. I'm on a subscription where I receive a pair of panties every two months. I have started with a pair of panties. You can choose from Naughty (thongs and g-strings), Nice (panties without any thongs), or Sugar and Spice (mixed).

I got these pretty panties with a floral pattern. The packaging is simplistic, but cute.

Here's the other side:

The material is buttery soft. I love the feel. They are high-cut panties. They are comfortable and fit perfectly.

I'm happy with my purchase. I can change the shipment frequency, quantity per shipment, and type of panties that I want. I like it so far.

Self-isolation, self-spankings, and panties

I haven't talked about wanting to be spanked or giving out a spanking for a while. Frankly, when I don't have someone to spank me or someone who wants to be spanked, there is little inspiration.

With COVID-19 around, it is even more difficult to date, and perhaps find that perfect guy who likes spanking and wants to be with me. Self-isolation means that self-spankings are the my safest bet.

The problem is that I'm not in the mood. I get aroused thinking about it, but I simply don't feel like spanking myself.

Yesterday, I signed up for a panty service. This company sends you either one or three panties in each shipment. It's up to you to decide. You can decide on the cut that you like wearing. You can also specify whether you want them shipped monthly or every two months.

The feedback from customers is that these panties are cute, sexy, and are of high quality. Some have lace that is comfortable. Others don't and are cool. I signed up for a panty every two months. Perhaps feeling sexy and cute in a pair will make me want to spank myself and take them down for a harder spanking, too.

I'm looking forward to my first shipment. I'll keep you posted on how it goes, as I have never subscribed to a panty service.

Attractive head with a small scratch

I love the shape of my guy's head. It's perfectly uniform. I find it sweet and sexy to caress.

The other day, we were talking. I looked up and noticed a small scratch on his head.

"Oh, no. What happened to your head?" I asked him.
"I must have scratched it somewhere. I need to be delicate around that area when I shave," he said.
"I hope it heals soon, I said," delicately caressing the area.

I just wanted to kiss his head in hopes of making his boo-boo heal faster.

Early for breakfast - getting to the truth with a kiss

My guy asked me on Monday whether I wanted to grab some breakfast. I had already eaten, so I wasn't hungry.

"It's strange that you have time to have breakfast with me. Normally, you're running late when you head to the airport," I pointed out.
"I've changed. It's the new me," he said boldly.
"There isn't a full moon. You love sleeping in. I don't buy it," I said to him.
"Here's the truth," he explained.
"Ah, ha! I knew it!" I exclaimed, which made him smile.
"My friend needed a ride downtown, so I woke up early and now I'm here with you," he said.

He had finished eating his fried egg breakfast sandwich. He walked over to dispose of the wrapper, but ended up groping my breasts and kissing me down my neck before getting to the garbage recepticle.

After getting rid of his sandwich wrapper, he approached me from my left and kissed me. I love when he does that.

"You look especially cute and sexy this morning," he said, sitting down.
"You're pretty good to look at on a Monday, too," I noted.

I like when he stops by the office, especially to perk up a mundane Monday.

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.

Staycation with my guy

I'm all packed. I am doing a staycation this long Easter weekend. I check into the hotel later on today.

My guy arrives early on Saturday morning.

"I'm so excited to see you then," he confided.
"I can't wait to be with you," I noted.
"Can you wear that shirt that shows off your nice shoulders?" he asked me.
"Sure, I can wear my cold shoulder shirt," I replied.
"When you wear it, it shows off your sexy long legs," he remarked.

It'll be fun to spend more time with him.

Travel and hotel plans

It can be tough when my guy and I are apart. On a good note, it makes us look forward to when we'll see each other.

"I miss you," he told me the other day.
"I miss you, too. When do you fly back?" I asked him.
"I arrive on Saturday at 07:30," he noted.
"You tend to get the early flights back," I remarked.
"Yes, I do. It may be too early for us to me," he said.
"How did we do it the last time? Oh, I got a room," I recalled.
"That's right," he remembered.
"I can do that again," I offered.
"I would love it," he said, taking the offer up.

We get to see each other in a week. We are both excited about it.

"Will you wear that shirt that shows your shoulders and your long, sexy legs?" he asked.
"Sure. Anything for you," I said.

It's always fun to plan in advance.

Loving my legs and leggings

My guy loves my legs.

On Friday, I told my guy that I was at a bar after work, having a drink with a colleague and our manager. I indicated that all servers at this bar wear black leggings.

"I love when you wear leggings," he told me. "You have nice legs."
"Thanks, sweetie. I know that you love touching my legs when I have leggings on."
"Yes, I do. They are the most attractive pair of legs I have ever seen," he admitted.

He's sweet. I still remember when he first hugged my leggings after quality time. He truly loves them.

GirlyGoGarter and horniness

I was looking at my Instagram feed and noticed that someone had posted a photo of what looked like a garter around her thigh. I'm glad that I stopped and took some time to investigate what I was looking at.

I was indeed looking at a lacy black garter. It's called GirlyGoGarter. It is essentially a garter with pockets. Instead of carrying a small purse, you can put your money, cell phone, keys, lip gloss,... whatever you can think of, in this garter. The only catch is that it holds up to three pounds of goods.

It's brilliant! I actually want to order it in purple. It didn't surprise my guy.

"I am thinking about getting it in purple," I hinted.
"Sounds good. If it works well, I'd love to see you with the black one on. I'd buy it for you," he admitted.
"Are you getting turned on?" I asked him.
"I am. You'd look good in a garter. It could hold our condoms and lube, too," he noted.

He's practical and horny. It's a nice combination.

A freshly shaved head and hotel sex

When I first saw my guy at the hotel room, I couldn't help but to caress his head.

"It's so smooth and nice," I said.
"It's freshly shaved just for you. I did it thirty minutes ago," he replied.
"It's nice and sexy, just like you," I noted.

He smiled. He noted that my room smelled like nail polish. I explained that I had to touch up my nail polish. He looked at my purple polish and liked it.

He also liked my short skirt. I also had a blue and white striped t-shirt. My guy decided to undress.

"Are those new pants?" I asked him.
"It's a long story, but I got them in Frankfurt," he pointed out.
"Ah, probably when you had to stay an extra night," I recalled as he nodded.
"Take off your skirt," he said.

I didn't exactly have a chance to do it myself. He took off both my skirt and panties. He went ahead and attempted to undo my bra. He took a quick peek.

"You're wearing the black bra. I want to see it on you," he said, taking my t-shirt off.

He played with my bra straps, pulling them down. He liked the look.

We cuddled for a bit. He kissed my neck and back, which was nice. I caressed his chest. We then kissed.

We moved down the bed and stretched out. Our legs were intertwined. We hugged and kissed. I groped his butt. He groped my breast.

He got on top of me and we had a passionate, loving experience. We both came. We relaxed for a bit.

"We can't do that in the treehouse," he said, smiling.
"That's true. King-sized beds are roomy," I replied.

It was a good start to our staycation together.

Eager to please on a Friday

Last Friday, my guy was waiting for his ride to a camping site. He wanted to see me before he left. He was in a meeting room by himself.

I walked over there. I couldn't help but caress his perfectly uniform head. I have always found it sexy. He likes that I do.

"I wish that I could pleasure you right now," he said, looking at me lovingly, eager to please.
"I know. You need to hit the road. There will be another time," I replied.

We kissed before we both parted ways. The good news is that I get to see him in the office in just over a week. It's great when we are together at work. We both agree that it makes the workweek tolerable.

Over-the-knee faux leather boots

Just before Christmas, I found a pair of faux leather boots online that were in my size. I bought them.

These boots are over-the-knee ones. I already knew that I'd like them because of the length... ha!

I have never worn boots this long. They are comfortable and fit like a glove. They also look sexy, as they have a tie at the back.

The thing is that I don't know how my guy will react to them on me. He will genuinely say that anything looks good on or off me. He has always liked my bare legs. I'm not sure about the opposite, though.

So, it will be a bit of a test when I see him next. My plan is to wear them and see how he reacts.

In any event, I love them and I feel good in them. My guess is that he'll be just fine seeing them on me.

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!

You're mine... all mine!

My guy returned home safely. He had a long travel day. He forgot that today is Canada Day and that he gets this national holiday off.

The other day, we were on Skype chatting about not wanting to go to work.

"Maybe I can get arrested and spend time in jail. That way, I wouldn't have to go to work," I said in a weird bold statement.
"Sure, you could. But, you'd get raped and I don't want that," my guy said factually.
"That's true. It isn't the best scenario," I said, agreeing with him.
"Besides, I want to kiss and fondle you. I want you all to myself. You're mine... all mine!"

He's incredibly boyish, sweet, and sexy when he says things like that. It's a nice Hallmark greeting card just waiting to be produced. I love being his.

Apart again on Valentine's Day and we're good waiting for the following weekend

Happy Valentine's Day! Sure, this day has become more about materialistic gifts and chocolate. Naturally, you should show your love towards your significant other throughout the year.

And, if you are single, do know that you are loved and appreciated. This day should not make you feel low in spirits. Enjoy your day!

My guy and I are apart on Valentine's Day. It is practically the norm. We rarely are together, as he is often on the road in February.

The other day, we chatted on Skype.

"The Volkswagen Polo that I am renting is a small car. It's not built for talk people like me. I have to ease my butt into the seat first, and then place the rest of me in it," my guy explained.
"If I were your passenger, I would get a nice view of your butt," I noted.
"Thanks, sweetness," he replied.
"It's true," I confirmed.
"I will get a nice view of your butt next week when I spank it," he confirmed.
"But, I'm a good girl. How many times do I have to tell you that?" I asked him.
"By the time I am done spanking you, you will know how bad you have been," he replied.

We have less than a week to go. We can't wait to see each other.

I decided to get a hotel room for next weekend. It means that I can sleep in on Monday morning and not kill myself during my morning commute to work. It will also be nice for us to get reacquainted in a comfortable room. I am pleased that my stay is free. Thank goodness I have accumulated plenty of hotel points to redeem for such occasions.

Spicy photos for my guy because he misses me

The good news is that my guy and I are meeting for lunch on Sunday. We haven't seen each other since before Christmas.

I told him that my eye prescription has changed. It is back to the prescription that I had when I was an undergraduate. The downside is that I will likely need reading glasses soon. These days, I am still okay. It comes with growing older.

Anyway, the optical place that I went to was great. I got two pairs of glasses. I don't really need two, but both pairs cost me less money than my single pair of glasses two years ago! I love them.

I told my guy about them. He wanted to see me in them. I said that I would take a couple of photos with the selfie stick that he had bought me last year. For the record, I'm not a huge selfie photo taker. However, my guy convinced me that it comes in handy when I am travelling and can't find someone to take my photo for me.

My guy suggested that I could spice up the photos a bit, if I wanted to. I can tell when my guy misses me.

On my first day back at work, we chatted for half an hour on our company's instant messaging system. He also wanted to ask how I was feeling, as I have had a nagging cough that has disrupted my sleep for a few nights. He's thoughtful that way.

I finally got around to taking photos with my two pairs of glasses. I also managed to take a couple of photos of my unzipping my hoodie to reveal my boobs in a lacy black bra.

As expected, my photos were a hit with my guy:

Hey there sexy girl,
Thanks a bunch for the awesome pics. I love both glasses. You make them both look good. I don't need to say how much I enjoyed the bra pics. =)
See you Sunday, sweet thing!

I can't wait to see him again.

Being Ms. Green and potentially being fondled

I had a chat with my guy the other day. I was talking about finding another job, as my current one isn't advancing my career.

"I need to find something that I like doing," I said to him.
"Of course. That makes perfect sense," my guy agreed.
"I should work at M&M's World. I'd be so happy," I said.
"Yes, but you may get a sugar high from all those candies," he warned.
"I can dress up as one of the M&M's characters. I can be Ms. Green. I can gain weight around my belly and no one will notice with my green circular costume on. Folks would only see my legs and arms," I advised.
"I'd love to see your legs in that costume," my guy admitted.
"It must get hot in that costume in the summer, though. Maybe I need to be naked in it."
"I'd love that!" my guy said with excitement. "I would casually reach into the side of your costume and play with you."

It's amazing how nakedness excites my guy. It's also fun being in a costume. I know what I am dressing up as for Halloween next year.

U is for uniform - clothes and head

I have a feeling that this post will be a bit different.

Uniform.

I never had to wear a school uniform when I went to school. In high school, when I finally made it to the concert band (I have always enjoyed music), I had to wear a band uniform. It consisted of a tartan kilt that had red, black, and white, a white shirt, a red blazer, black socks and tie, and a hat that was black. Otherwise, I didn't have a dress code at school. I simply had to wear respectable clothing.

At work, most of the places that I have worked for expect business casual attire. My first job required business attire, except for Fridays.

As for role-playing, I tend to be the naughty girl in whatever scenario. I don't really have uniforms either, but I do like wearing either a short skirt or a short pair of shorts. It makes me feel like the bad girl that I am and my guy has easy access to me and my backside. As for tops, my guy likes shirts with buttons and a black bra underneath. What I wear, and eventually do not have on, turns my guy on a ton.

My guy used to shave his head for years, simply because he didn't like that he was starting to grey and was developing a small bald patch. However, since he decided to grow back his hair, I have convinced him that he looks much younger with a head of hair and that he doesn't have as much grey as he thinks.

Getting back on point, my guy has a uniform head. It is perfect. I find it sexy and attractive. I love caressing it, even with his hair. He loves that I do.