Anniversary month - so down with it!

October is our anniversary month. I feel like saying, "We made it!" We have certainly had our fair share of ups and downs, as is the norm in life. My guy and I are more in love than ever.

For the first couple of years, I didn't do much maintenance around my pubic region. I just let it go. My guy never complained. In fact, he said that it was fine, but recommended a trim or two.

It took our time briefly apart where I decided to keep my pubic hair nicely trimmed.

I do see the advantages. My guy likes to go down on me. He did that after taking off my lacy black panties and having me rest of my back on the bed.

He spread my legs wide. He then pleasured me with his tongue. It was incredible. My orgasm was intense. It was so good. I was immediately lethargic and he knew it.

He came over to hug me.

"Thanks for saving the world. You are my superhero," I said to him.
"I'm glad. I'm naked boy," he replied.
"You're tongue boy. A very talented one," I said, hugging him tightly.

It wasn't a bad start to our long weekend together. No complaints at all.

W is for wine and whine

My guy and I had dinner one evening at the Olive Garden restaurant. I introduced him to this place when we were both in New Jersey a few years ago. We were both there for work. I was in a two-week training course. My guy was teaching a different course to fellow colleagues for a week.

The restaurant offers free wine-tasting. We both sampled the red wine offered that evening. He took one sip and gave me a boyish I-don't-like-it expression on his face, which included a lot of eye blinks and tongue flickers.

On the contrary, I loved the wine. My guy have me his and I finished it. Needless to say, I am more of a wine fan than my guy.

I playfully whine about how sore my backside is after my guy has punished me. We both enjoy that. When we aren't being playful or intimate, we rarely whine about much.

However, my guy does break out and whine about something now and again. It mostly deals with items at his favourite store, Costco. He only whines about not getting a shirt or wool pants in his size to me. I try to console him and often suggest that we visit another Costco location. This suggestion helped fix one of the two problems recently.

Although my guy doesn't like being referred to as boyish (it makes sense, as he is a mature, grown man), he is. It is who he is. There's nothing wrong with that at all.

Friday spanking and sucking session

My guy and I drove over to our usual spot and parked our cars next to each other. We climbed into the backseat of my car.

Making out with my guy is a treat. I love how full his lips are pressed against mine. I enjoy using my tongue to outline his lips.

"You have been such a bad girl," he reminded me.
"No, only you say that," I replied.
"That's because no one knows how naughty you really are," my guy explained. "You seem like a good girl to everyone else, but I know that it isn't true. So, you need to be punished."
"That's not nice," I said, playing along.
"I want you to face that way, with you butt facing me," he told me, pointing to his left.

It was different because I normally go over his knee. Instead, I was crouched on my knees, with my head touching the corner part of the backseat.

My guy got out my thick wooden ruler. He held is word in giving me a hard spanking. I loved every moment of it as he spanked me across my jeans. The last few smacks were so hard that I could feel my entire body tingle after they landed. It was wonderful.

He teased me by placing the wooden ruler between my legs and then rubbing it against my crotch. So pleasurable!

He held me after my spanking, which I always enjoy. He likes kissing me afterwards. It was then time to pleasure my guy.

I had a breath mint in my mouth, which was rather slow to dissolve. I ended up sucking my guy's erect member with minty fresh breath. It was nice. The saliva production was perfect. My guy was so horny that he came in practically no time.

Of course, we were both dopey from the experience, so more cuddle time ensued. My guy would be travelling to Turkey the following day, so it was a nice parting gift for him and a perfect reminder of how much he loves spanking his naughty girl.

Kissing effect and feeling loved

My guy has always told me that he enjoys kissing me. He told me that he has never spent long periods kissing someone as much as he has with me. I feel the same way about his kisses.

The fact that we have full lips makes kissing both pleasurable and intoxicating. When we French kiss, my guy noticed early in our relationship that I have the smoothest tongue. I often outline his lips with it, among other things.

So, when we were romantically kissing while it was snowing last weekend, it turned him on. He was tired, but the kiss made him want to get off.

"We need a brief treehouse session," my guy stated, obviously horny.
"We can use my car. I won't brush off the snow."
"Good idea. There's plenty of it to mask our activities."

So, we had a quick session. We kissed more passionately in my car. It was nice. I got to caress his chest. He reciprocated by groping my breast and thigh. He wanted my leg over his. It was almost an automatic gesture on my part.

He made me reach orgasm first. Kissing him helps. I reached down and found his cock, which was hard in his jeans. I told him that he was so attractive. He liked that and knew that I had meant it.

Sure enough, I got to play with his hard member and enjoyed jerking him off as we continued to kiss. My guy came fairly quickly.

"I want to say sorry for kissing you, but I'm not," I told him.
"I know," my guy said, in a fairly dopey tone.

We rested briefly because my guy had to drop off his donation of coats before the place closed at 20:00. He got most of the snow brushed off his car. He yelled out to me to drive safely. I told him the same.

He drove slowly away, with the both of us waving to each other.

After I had cleared off the snow on my car, I made my way home through the snow, content that I got to spend some quality time loving and being with my guy. And, I felt loved.