TV remote and memories of movie-watching

One of the many fond memories from time spent with my guy the other week was watching movies in bed. Instinctually, he would head over to the microwave oven and pop popcorn for us. We both love popcorn.

He watches more movies than I do. He doesn't mind watching movies that he loves again and again. Neither do I.

At one point, he wanted me to have the TV remote. He put it on my tummy. I was propped up against a pillow and was lying at an angle. The remote slid down my tummy to my crotch.

"Hey, I'm you, sweetie," I said, picking the remote up and having it stand erect from my crotch.
"You're funny," he said.

It's a fun memory to have.

Making out on a loveseat and assuming the position

My guy came over to my hotel room to spend some quality time with me over a week ago. We sat on the couch, cuddled, and then made out.

He is an observant guy. He loved the peach nail polish that I had on. He admired my skirt that I was wearing. He also loved running his hand up and down my legs.

My guy loves my tummy. I am ticklish, so he gingerly placed his hand on it. It's a big step for me. He's great being so understanding.

He loves feeling my legs so much that he moved my right leg over his lap, which then rubbed up against his crotch. He then found my left breast, took it out of my bra, and sucked on my hard nipple. It felt so wonderful.

He made me orgasm twice. I loved it. I cuddled up afterwards and we talked.

"You know that you're a bad girl," he said to me in a loving way.
"No, that can't be true. You pleasured me. I must be good," I reasoned.
"You're still a bad girl in my eyes. Only I know how bad you are. You need to assume the position on the bed," he insisted.
"No, I don't want to," I whined playfully,
"Assume the position. After I am done with washing my hands, I expect you to be on the bed."

It's fun being with him. Always.

Leg admiration

My guy loves my legs I didn't truly realize the extent until we had quality time the other day.

I was in my blue shorts and we were sitting in the treehouse. He immediately wanted them draped over his lap. So, I did just that. He caressed them for a while, marvelling at them.

At one stage, I was practically lying on my back, across my car's backseat, still with my legs over his lap, but they were bent. He went to hug my bent knees, resting his right cheek against the side of my right leg. With the soft sunlight behind him, it was such a sweet view.

"You really love my legs, don't you?" I said, still a bit dopey after being pleasured by him.
"Yes, I love the person that these legs belong to," he said, in his usual sweet self, resting the palm of his hand on my tummy.
"Hand on tummy," I said, which is a phrase he used to say to me.
"I'm so sorry," he said, remembering that I am ticklish.
"It's okay. You gently rested your hand on it. It's when you use your fingers in a random manner that makes me squirm."

He played with my butt. He was lightly pinching it. He was then playing with my clit again.

"You still want to play with me?" I asked him.
"We can do that if you'd like," he replied.
"I just like lounging with you. I am dopey."
"That's fine," he replied, as he sweetly kissed my legs.

Quiet quality time is equally as nice after a long day at work.