My guy's birthday and bingsu

It's my guy's birthday! He tends to work so hard on his special day that I need to remind him that it's actually his birthday.

He makes me happy. I love him to bits. Here's hoping that he has a great day.

Things are busy with me, but I'm good. I just came back from having bingsu (shaved ice with fruit and ice cream) for the first time. It was yummy and surprisingly not overly sweet.

A handjob after lunch

After my guy and I had finished lunch, we decided to spend some time in my car. It was my time of the month, so I said that I'd be focusing on him.

We sat in the front seats of my car. I got to caress my guy's perfectly uniform, attractive head.

"May I kiss you?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said with a smile.

We kissed. Our kisses are far more passionate and beautiful when we have been longing to see each other.

"I loved that," my guy said to me after we unlocked lips.
"That was nice," I said, smiling at him.

We kissed some more. My guy was getting horny. He let his hard member out of my black slacks. I had missed seeing and playing with it.

I immediately gave him a handjob. I told him that I missed it being warm outside. It was much easier for me to wear a short skirt with no underwear and have him play with me.

My guy loved that visual. Moments later, he ejaculated. There was a lot of cum on my hand and on his slacks.

Yep, we certainly had missed each other.

Special, memorable kiss

My guy is a good kisser. It's a combination of how he kisses and the fact that he has full lips. It also doesn't hurt that I have full lips, too.

I always enjoy when we kiss. Some kisses end up being particularly special. We had such a moment recently.

After my guy had put all his luggage and stuff in my car so I could drive him to the airport, he headed over to his car to make sure that he had everything.

"Do you have your passport and everything?" I asked him.
"Yep, I do," he said, standing next to the driver's side of the car with the door open.
"You can hand me your car keys. I will take care of your car," I said.
"Um, no," he said firmly.

He closed his side of the door. I held my hand for the keys. He pretended to give me his keys. Instead, he held his hand in mine, placed our hands behind my back and he hugged me. Naturally, I reciprocated. It was a loving, warm embrace.

We got out of it and we locked lips. It was the sweetest, passionate kiss. Without saying anything, it meant so much. I will miss you. I love you. You're sweet.

It was memorable.

He then groped my left buttock, which made me happy. He fondled my right breast. We kissed some more, with my caressing his nicely shaved head.

Even though we have been a couple for a while, our love always feels new.

Birthday spanking dream

I had a wonderful dream last night. My guy spanked me on my birthday.

It's interesting that we tend to be apart on each other's birthday. There was only one time a couple of years ago where we spent my guy's birthday in Seattle. It was particularly special.

I loved my dream. He bent me over a wooden table. He carefully pulled down my panties and lifted up my short skirt. He then used the wooden paddle that he bought me to spank me.

I got a smack for each year that I have been fortunate to be on this planet. I got a couple of smacks for good measure. My bare backside was rosy red. I was happy. He was, too.

It'll be nice to replicate this dream in real life this year.

Good friends and calligraphy

On Saturday, I spent the day with a dear friend. It was good to catch up, shop, eat, and exchange Christmas presents.

We normally get together before Christmas. It didn't happen last year, so we did it yesterday instead. She got me a calligraphy set, which was wonderful, along with an R2-D2 Christmas ornament. I love them. She is an extremely thoughtful person.

I told her the story of our grade 8 art teacher asking my class who knew how to do calligraphy. A handful of my pears said my name. I was elected to print the names of each student graduating from grade 8. I did it with my good friend at the time. We had eight graduating classes to do, so we both took on four classes each of student names.

I wrote my own name on my graduation certificate. Perhaps I shouldn't have. Part of me felt that it didn't feel official doing so. I knew that it was, though.

My friend was impressed. I don't recall doing her certificate. We first met in grade 7, so I would have remembered such an important detail.

Even though we have been friends for ages, we still learn from each other. It's never a dull friendship. It's one that I truly appreciate and she does, too.

Panties just for a spanking

One of the books that I have been reading lately has recommended that spankees own spanking panties. The author insists that women who are spankees should have a number of panties specifically for when they get spanked.

In my case, I do have panties that I like wearing for spankings. My panties have some sort of lace on them or are entirely made of lace. I like them to be sexy and somewhat cover most of my backside. I have never been a huge fan of thongs. Wearing them defeats the purpose of having my guy pull them down, because he doesn't need to do that if my buttocks are fully exposed.

Of course, there are days when he will give me an impromptu spanking, so he will spank me with whatever panties I am wearing.

Most of the time, my panties come down. Some practical folks would think that whatever panties you are wearing doesn't really matter. Really, why bother wearing special panties anyway?

For me, it's a part of the spanking ritual. It's fun. I also like bringing some eye candy for my guy. He enjoys seeing what panties I am wearing. It's a part of the undressing ritual that we both like.

I do not have panties with some sort of message written across the backside, though. I haven't found anything that I like. I would like one that tells him to spank me here or one with a bullseye. I just haven't found a pair that I like just yet.