Manicure, shaved legs, exercise, and benefits

During this pandemic, there are some things that I have let go doing. It's not horrible, but they are worth noting.

I still give myself a manicure every Sunday. These days, I use clear shellac. It's a throwback to what I used to do before meeting my ex, who liked when I put colour on my nails. I have been working from home for over two months now. I have used coloured polish on my nails twice.

Last night, I shaved my legs for the first time in over two months. Luckily, I don't have a ton of leg hair. It wasn't like I was mowing the lawn.

I haven't gained weight since staying at home. I thank getting out to fetch groceries and essentials twice a week, along with exercising at home.

I do sleep more. I cook more. I do improvements around the house. I have also saved a ton of money because I'm not shopping as much.

It's an interesting time.

Travel and memories while cuddling

I enjoy when my guy and I cuddle. We have the best conversations, whether we are alert or dopey.

"I am probably going on another business trip soon. It's not confirmed just yet," he said to me.
"Cool. Where are you off to?" I asked him.
"Istanbul. If all goes well, I'd be leaving in the middle of June for a couple of weeks," he said.
"Would you be staying at the same hotel that we were at?" I asked.
"Probably," he said.
"I liked that hotel. I remember the last day when you were shaving your head. You had shaving cream on your head, and you were wearing white slippers and a white bathrobe," I reminisced.
"I looked like a snowman?" he asked.
"Nope. You looked like an angel, except we know that you're not," I said, smirking.
"You're my sweet angel," he said.

He held me tight and kissed me. It was heavenly.

W is for waiting for a spanking #AtoZchallenge

My guy and I were to meet at 15:00 on Saturday, just after his course. I got to our usual location at exactly that time.

I would say that five minutes later, my guy parked next to my car. I got out of mine and we headed over to the treehouse.

My guy was exceptionally thoughtful and sweet. He had shaved his head. I love when he does, as caressing it feels great and it turns me on. He knew that I would love it. I appreciated it.

We kissed. He kissed my neck and face. I took off my peach sweater to reveal my new shirt. It has a couple of cutouts. It is a cold shoulder top that is comfortable. It's navy blue with white flowers. He loved it.

We hugged. His hands were cold, as usual.

"Even with your hands behind my back, I can still feel how cold your hands are," I remarked.
"You are such a bad girl. I need to punish you," he said, giving my backside a couple of swats.

I went over his knee.

"It's not my fault that your hands are cold," I protested.
"It doesn't matter. You're a bad girl," he said.

He first started spanking me over my short skirt. I liked it. He was feeling the backs of my thighs and giving me a few smacks. He then lifted my skirt up to reveal my lilac-coloured panties.

The smacks got harder. We always have fun exchanges.

"Bad girl," he said, giving me a smack.
"Good girl," I insisted, which got me another slap across my backside.

This conversation lasted for a bit. He then pretended to be annoyed with me and pulled down my panties.

"Oh, no. You must think that I'm really bad," I said.
"Of course," he said, spanking me even harder. "Are you going to behave?" he asked me.
"I already do," I replied.
"I don't think so," he said, giving me a smack.
"What's the right answer? I don't?" I replied, which prompted him to give me another smack with the same intensity.

There was no right or wrong answer. It didn't matter, which made us both laugh. I told him that it was unfair and that the smacks hurt. He acknowledged my comments and continued to spank me. He's such a fun meanie!

I enjoyed the long, hard spanking that I got. It was enjoyable. He paused to admire how pink my butt was and his fine work. He caressed my buttocks and continued spanking me. He finally stopped and pleasured me. It was so intense. I reached orgasm a couple of times. The second time made me rest across his lap for a bit.

As always, he pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt. He then helped me up.

We cuddled for a bit. I then played with his hard member. Eventually, I unzipped and undid his jeans. I got to hold his erect penis for a bit before I kissed, licked, and sucked it.

My guy was in heaven. He came hard. He was so lethargic afterwards. We cleaned up and then took a brief nap in each other's arms.

It was a wonderful time in the treehouse.

Treehouse time on Saturday night - part 1

On Saturday night, I waited for my guy to finish his course at 19:00. He came out of the building about fifteen minutes later. He looked over at my car and headed over to his.

He wore his new pink shirt that he bought at the liquidation centre. He looked good to me, as always. He drove over to my car, honked, and we drove across the street to an empty parking lot.

My guy came over to the passenger side of my car, said hi, and proceeded to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his cleanly shaved head, which he told me that he'd do, along with wearing his new shirt. He smiled.

I adjusted my seat and we headed into the treehouse. We held hands for a bit. My guy had cold hands, as it's Fall after all.

We cuddled. He put his left hand into my back pocket. He then lightly tapped my butt.

We kissed. He pulled down my lilac sweater, so that my shoulders were exposed. He kissed my neck and shoulders. We then locked lips again and kissed. He wanted to play with my breasts, so he pulled them out of my bra and did just that.

I am ticklish. The fact that his hands were cold made me even more ticklish when he ran them down my sides. He thought that it was cute, apologized, and we cuddled some more.

I touched his crotch. His penis was hard in his pants as we kissed.

We both ended up taking our pants and underwear down. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I proceeded to while he fingered me from behind.

I came first and ended up nuzzling his hard cock afterwards. He told me to rest there for a bit. I kissed his erect member. It responded by getting bigger. I continued sucking it while I was kneeling on the carpeted floor. Just before he ejaculated, I pulled it out of my mouth and jerked him off. He came all over my hand.

I went back to my seat and sat there. We both cleaned up. I then pulled my panties up, which made my guy upset that there wasn't any access. I told him that there was. I just had my panties on.

I caressed my guy's perfectly uniform head. We kissed a bit more. He then started slapping my butt.

"Do you have your ruler?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's on the front seat," I replied.
"Good, let's use it."

More about my spanking in my next post.

Grumbling, shopping, caressing, and driving

On Friday, I decided to take a vacation day. Without knowing it, I did a good job avoiding some issues at work.

I gave my home phone number a while back to my manager when he needed to talk to me and I was working from home. I have noticed that when he panics, he tends to use it to call me. I'm not that crazy about it.

The other weekend, he asked for my cell phone. I refused politely and said that he had my number. He said that it was my home phone number. I told him that it is tied to my cell number, which is true.

The thing is that my home number is my away-from-work number. I don't want to hear about work, especially when I am on vacation.

Well, on Friday, my day off, he let me a message to tell me that the new contractor that I had been training for two days decided to resign. He cited personal reasons -- his mother is sick. That's fine. However, is it worth it to leave me a voice message when he has already mentioned it a couple of times in work e-mails?

Anyway, it was good that I didn't give him my cell phone number. When he did leave that message, I was in my guy's hometown. He had called me and didn't see me at our favourite liquidation place. I advised that the route that I normally take had a road closure close to the liquidation centre. So, my detour was an extra five minutes away.

It tends to be a madhouse at this place. You get the best bargains at 10 am sharp. To make my guy get up early and snap out of sleepyhead mode, you have to tell him that there is a sale going on.

We met in the store. I couldn't find a bag to put my two items in. My guy had snagged a bag and told me to place my items in his bag. I did. We then split up to look for bargains. He came back about fifteen minutes later with a cart. Yep, he's a pretty savvy shopper.

He looked stylish. I admired his clean-shaven head when he removed his cap for a brief moment.

We chatted and talked about our purchases. He asked me what I thought about his new shirt that he had snagged. It was almost a light pink with blue stripes. I liked it. It's a nice departure from his typical grey, blue, and brown colours.

I bought three pairs of designer pants for a combined total of $20. Yep, I was so happy with my purchases that I haven't done much shopping this weekend.

After we had checked out, my guy walked me over to my car to help me load my goodies into my car. I told him that he looked good and asked if I could caress his head. He took his cap off. I helped myself. I love when he has shaved his head. It's sexy and highlights how perfectly uniform the shape of his head is.

I had to make tracks to Windsor, which is across from Detroit, for a concert that evening. My guy and I were happy that we could spend time together saving money and shopping. It is always great to shop with him.

Whining, giggling, and a future spanking

The other day, I asked my guy why he decided to shave his head.

"Did you shave your head because it's Summer and you want to stay cool, or what?" I asked.
"I'm going back to shaving my head. I can't deal with shampooing, combing, and cutting my hair. It's such a drag," he replied.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"What? Why are you laughing?" he asked me.
"You're whining about how much work it is to maintain your hairdo," I replied.
"I am entitled to whine," he told me.
"I know. It's who you are."'

He's comfortable when he whines to me. I also like giggling, which plants the seed to get a decent spanking soon.

Exercising, cutting down on carbs, and missing me

My guy is exercising a lot more these days. He is cutting down on carbs, which is an area that I am familiar with. Both changing my diet and exercising more caused me to lose 60 pounds, which I have managed to maintain for nearly five years now.

After we had bumped into each other at the liquidation centre and spent some time chatting on Friday, I could tell that my guy still missed me. He was with a bunch of friends there, so he had to go. I was good with that, as I wasn't expecting to hang out with him.

He called me that evening while taking a walk after dinner and we chatted some more.

"I hope that your friends didn't think I was strange for caressing your head in the store, but I got excited seeing you with a cleanly shaved head," I explained.
"It's okay. They didn't say anything, so I don't think that they saw," he told me.
"That's good. It's just me," I reasoned.
"I know. I'm glad that you did. It felt good. I wish that we could have spent more time together. Had I known, I would have shown up by myself."

He's sweet.

Shopping and surprising each other

A while back, my guy had introduced me to a liquidation place that is closer to where he lives than where I do. It takes me roughly two hours to drive there.

I decided to take Friday off. I drove over there.

My guy and I didn't know that we were both going to show up at this liquidation centre at approximately the same time. He spotted me in the sea of shopping vultures.

"Hey!" he exclaimed.
"Hey!" I exclaimed back.

My guy decided to go back and shave his head. I was so excited to see his new look that I reached up and caressed his head in a packed store. It's a reflex reaction. He smiled in a loving way.

It's nice when we surprise each other. He told me that seeing me today had made his day. It's definitely a mutual feeling.

A doll that looks like my guy to cuddle up to

In a conversation with my guy yesterday, I brought up the idea of having a doll version of my guy. Sometimes, I miss him so much that it would be nice to cuddle up next to such a plush doll. It wouldn't be for sexual pleasure, so I'm not even thinking about a blow-up doll. 

"The doll needs to have a uniform head like yours," I indicated.
"Which version of me would you have? The shaved head version or the one with hair?" my guy asked curiously.
"Both," I replied. "By default, the doll would have a clean-shaven head. If I want hair on your mini-you, I could put hair on top. If I wanted it off, I would rip off the velcro hair."

My guy liked the idea, except when I simulated the sound of quickly removing the velcro hair from his doll's head.

Obviously, I need to think this idea through some more before I make a prototype!

Whiskers update

Over a month ago, I wrote about buying a hair removal system that slows down your hair growth to the point where the hair is permanently removed. This post is an update.

The idea is that you use this system every two weeks. You have to shave the areas where you have hair that you want to remove, and then you use the device to safely zap the area. This week will be my fourth application.

The verdict so far? It does work. You just need a lot of patience.

I have dark hair and a medium complexion. They are the perfect combination for this device.

I am also tall for a woman and have long legs. It takes a long time to thoroughly use the device to treat each leg. It takes me an hour to do both legs.

It has only been three treatments. Here are my results:

• A few hairs remain around my navel (yes, I did have a sort of hairy ring around my belly button)
• Roughly ten to twenty hairs under each armpit (I had moderate hair growth there, which is no longer the case)
• Practically no hair around my nipples (yay!)
• Small patches of stumble along my legs
• Some whiskers on my face, although the growth has slowed down
• Very few hairs on my forearms

I have yet to do my bikini area. I finally got around to lady-scaping it recently.

It's a good product. Most want results quickly. This device won't give fast results. If you're patient, you will see the results in phases. Patience, young grasshopper, as they say.

I'll keep you posted. I am pleased with not shaving as much. 

The unpleasant part about this exercise? I don't like shaving my face. I feel like a man. I get 5 o'clock shadow! My guy is happy that I get to experience what he does every day. However, he is jealous that it takes me a minute for me to shave my face!

Pubic hair - to trim or not to trim?

This post is different for me. So, bare with me.

I have never really trimmed my pubic area. I know for a fact that if I were to shave the entire area that I would have a ton of ingrown hairs. So, I have let the bush grow naturally.

My guy doesn't mind it at all. At first, he suggested trimming the area if I felt that the bushy area was getting long. However, he has always told me that he loves me the way that I am and the bushiness.

My guy, on the other hand, shaves his pubic hair. I appreciate that, especially when I give him a blowjob. He doesn't reciprocate and has never gone down on me. First, it doesn't do much for me. Second, it doesn't do much for him!

I am going to do something daring. I am going to try the trim method out by following these fine steps, just for a change. Apparently, I can get creative by trimming my pubic area such that it has a heart-shaped design. Perhaps I could do a smiley face with experience!

W is for whiskers and belt welts

This post is a mix of thoughts that I have had recently.

The other day, I decided to purchase a hair removal system that permanently gets rid of unwanted hair. There have been some promising scientific studies on this device.

Several years ago, I tried one product that seemed to work. My guy has remarked that my legs are smooth, even if I forget to shave my legs. The downside to the device that I used back then is that I can't get replacement sticky pads for it.

Since my twenties, I have had facial stubble around my chin and jawline. I tend to pluck them. However, I cannot do any plucking while using this new hair removal system. Instead, I need to shave daily.

I must have at least forty hairs. I do feel like a guy when I shave my face, but only for a minute.

I have also been thinking about having the belt used for a future spanking. My guy wants to try it. It does turn me on when he holds his brown belt in his hand, moments after he has removed it from his belt loop.

I still fear getting welts, although I have been reassured that it won't happen and that my guy will take it easy on me. My guy encourages me to try it. I may like it. He has always been more of a risk taker than I am. I admire that quality in him.

I will keep you posted on both experiences down the road.

Skype with my guy on Friday night

It was my guy's last night in Turkey a couple of Fridays ago. He was there on a business trip.

We had a good Skype chat that evening. We had missed each other a couple of times, due to my falling asleep waiting for him to call and I didn't hear the notification. My guy was also experiencing some Internet issues at his hotel. So, this Friday was going well.

My guy, for years, has been shaving his hair. I like bald men. I find them sexy. My guy is no exception.

This year, we have had a pretty cold winter. Even though it's now Spring, our temperatures are well below the average. Just last night, we got snow here!

My guy wanted to have a warmer head by growing his hair out. He looks good with hair. He doesn't have much grey and his hair is naturally curly. I also like running my fingers through it.

He often asks me what I think of his hair. He has a bit of thinning hair, so he is self-conscious. I like his hair. I told him that he looks much younger with a head of hair, which is true. It made him feel good.

He got some added support from a manager in Turkey. They had dinner earlier on Friday evening. She pegged my guy as being at least eight years younger than he is.

My guy found her to be managerial even after hours. She couldn't carry a decent conversation with him. She asked him what his hotel room looked like. Um, that was a tad awkward.

Anyway, my guy and I talked some more, to the point where he was getting aroused. I asked him whether he wanted to get off. He did.

Our phone sex this time around was one of the best we have had. He likes when I talk dirty to him. Believe me, it has taken a lot of practice on my part. He has always been patient with me. He came hard and fast. It made my evening.

I told him to sleep well and that I couldn't wait to see him the following day. He felt the same way about seeing me.

Practice does make perfect... and more!

One more sleep before my hairy guy returns home!

My vacation started after I left work on Friday at 16:00. I worked twelve hours on both Wednesday and Thursday. When our team was done, I said that we should go home. I packed up and left. I didn't even bother putting my out-of-message e-mail notification on. Yes, I am a rebel.

I felt bad on Friday that I couldn't talk to my guy because things were plain crazy around the office. He was perfectly understanding and told me to hang in there. We caught up on Saturday, Sunday, and today. It has been wonderful chatting up a storm with him.

For the last few evenings, I have stayed up late and have been going to bed at either 02:00 or 03:00. Waking up at nearly 11:00 is different, but I like catching up on my sleep and feeling relaxed.

He is currently on a plane, heading home. I will be greeting him on Tuesday evening, and am excited to wrap my arms around him and more since he left over two weeks ago.

On the hair front, my guy has decided that he doesn't like the nearly inch hair growth on his head. He misses touching his scalp and not dealing with shampooing his hair. He told me that he wanted to shave it off last week, but wanted me to see him with hair before he did that.

It's nice that he has held off shaving his hair just so I can see how he looks with hair. He is suffering a bit, which is romantic to a certain extent. I have always known him as a clean-shaven, bald guy.

As for me, I do need a haircut soon. I just haven't got around to it. Perhaps I will get that done after Christmas and Boxing Day are over. While everyone is hitting the mall, I'm hitting the salon. It makes perfect sense.

One more sleep before I get to see my guy. I am thrilled to pieces!

Chatting about letting his hair down

My guy has made it safely to Dubai. We have a nine-hour time difference, which makes scheduling time to chat a challenge at times.

Saturday worked out okay. I had to go into work. It was my second Saturday at the office. I have one more to go. I am hoping that it will be the last one for a while.

I pinged by guy at around 14:30 my time. I asked him why he was still awake. He had just had dinner and got back to his hotel. He wanted to talk with me, so we did.

He was a bit jetlagged and tired, which was perfectly understandable. We teased each other and recalled some wonderful times that we have had together.

My guy has been shaving his head for a while. He has finally decided to grow his hair back a bit. It is winter and he wants to have a warmer head, which makes sense.

I told him that I couldn't wait to run my fingers through his hair and spend time braiding each other's hair. He laughed.

He had forgotten that I was at work on Saturday for a bit. I am glad that I got to hear his voice. It certainly made a Saturday workday more bearable.

He told me that I am a strong person, and that my cough and congestion would fade. He knows that I rarely get sick.

It always lifts my spirits talking to him. For a few days now, my left ear has been clogged due to being so congested. I learned that if you stick your index finger in your ear and move it upwards, it creates a vacuum that helps drain the fluid and relieve the pressure. Sure enough, it has worked nicely for me. My hearing is definitely improved.

I am taking mucus and phlegm cold medication, DayQuil and NyQuil, and an antihistamine. They say that you shouldn't be mixing medication as I have been doing, but the combination works wonders for me right now. I don't take them all at once!

My guy and I are planning on chatting again tomorrow. In Dubai, his workweek starts on a Sunday. We both felt a bit comforted knowing that we are both partially working this weekend.