Wearing yoga pants with no panties

The other day, I was at the post office to pick up a few parcels. There was a bit of a lineup.

In front of me was a woman who was wearing athletic yoga pants. They had a zebra pattern, except that it was more grey and white. She also had sneakers that you simply slide your feet into them.

She was jiggling her leg such that her butt was giggling with her. I couldn't help but to notice everything moving. 

I'm not big on anyone shaking their foot or leg when they are sitting down, let alone standing up. Somehow, it feels like a minor earthquake is happening.

I do like looking at butts. I always have. Male or female, I'll look! She did not have any underwear on. It made me think whether yoga pants have some sort of gusset these days. They certainly don't support jiggling.

As you can tell, I don't own a pair of yoga pants. I like wearing shorts or leggings when I work out.

I wonder whether my guy would like the idea of my wearing no underwear with yoga pants. I'll need to ask him what his thoughts are.

My 1,000 post - the fountain of cum

I just realized that this post will be my 1,000th post! I decided to be fancy and place a comma in the number -- just because I can.

I never thought that I would be blogging this much. It helps to have a ton of topics to write about and great readers like you who stop by and say hi. Thanks so much for your support over the years!

On Saturday, after I was spanked and pleasured, it was my turn to reciprocate. I moved my hand over my guy's crotch. Sure enough, he was hard.

He touched himself and then let me go back to doing it. He was so turned looking at my berry nail polish, with my hand over his crotch, that he immediately unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. It was nice to touch his hard member again.

My guy obviously missed me. He told me that he lusted after me badly. I gave him a handjob. His cum flowed effortlessly, coating my of my hand. He told me not to stop. I didn't. It was probably one of the best handjobs I have given him. It truly was a fountain of cum that seemed to go on and on.

We both helped clean up afterwards. We used a lot of tissue. In my treehouse, I have a roll of paper towel. We realized that tissue leaves little bits here and there. It was fun trying to carefully pick the bits off his bits.

My guy wearing math underwear

Last Christmas, I bought my guy a pair of bamboo underwear. The pattern had math equations on it and was named smarty pants. They were fitting (pun intended), as we both like math and he is geeky. My guy told me that he loved them and wanted to change his all his underwear to be bamboo.

I have never seen him in said pair of underwear until last Saturday. I was playing with his hard cock for a while in his pants. He then undid his pants.

"I'm wearing your underwear that you got me last year," he said with a huge grin.
"Nice!" I exclaimed, touching the material before I continued playing with his member.

It's nice when he appreciates a gift that I have bought him. It was also great that I made him ejaculate all over my hand that night.

I could get him another pair. One pattern has hot dogs all over. I would love to see him in it, but I am not sure that he'd like seeing hot dogs, as he always tells me that they are bad for me to consume!

The verdict is in... bamboo underwear rules!

I had mentioned in a previous post that I gave my guy a pair of bamboo underwear as one of his Christmas gifts this year. The pair is a combination of being a comfy pair of boxers and briefs all rolled into one.

My guy wore them last week. He calls them shorts. Here is his quick review:

I wore the shorts. The thing feels heavenly. So soft and comfy. I'm thinking I should throw away all the ones I have and stock up on bamboo shorts! Thanks a ton for this awesome gift!

He approves. Yay!

One of these days, I will order bamboo panties for me. Bamboo is a wonderful fabric that feels great on the skin. I have bamboo leggings, and they feel luxurious and comfortable.

The art of blowing kisses

Sometimes, when I least expect it, I hear from my guy. As always, it makes me happy.

He woke up just past 06:30 his time, logged on to Skype, and immediately started to chat with me. I had roughly half an hour to chat with him before I had to fetch some lunch and then head over to the office for a meeting.

It was great to hear about the shopping purchases that he made in San Francisco before boarding his flight over to Auckland. I was genuinely interested in what he had to buy and vice-versa. He loves Costco. He had a barbeque pork sandwich with coleslaw there, which you cannot get here. He also got some super-soft t-shirts and underwear.

I asked him whether he got underwear that had some sort of hand that would automatically wrap around his penis. He had suggested this fine idea last week. He told me that he couldn't find any underwear that did self-masturbation. We do talk about the weirdest things.

My guy loves to iron. He was raving about how great the iron was in his hotel room. It made me smile. We are quirky that way. In my case, he asked me why I don't blow him kisses. Frankly, I have never done that before.

He raised the subject again before we ended our conversation:

"You will be practising blowing kisses today, right?" he asked me.
"Maybe. I'll be making fishy faces in front of the mirror," I replied.
"You won't look like a fish. You'll look cute with those lips of yours," he stated without hesitation.
"I can't do it in front of a mirror," I told him.
"You can try it out with me once I'm back."
"So, I should go on the street and blow kisses at anyone?" I asked him.
"No, not anyone. Perhaps a cute guy," he suggested.
"I can't. You're halfway around the world."

He liked that. We'll be having morning chats with each other this week. He told me that he likes starting off his day on the right foot. I couldn't agree with him more. Talking to him always makes my day.

Spontaneous spankings

I find it both refreshing and exciting to either give or receive a spanking spontaneously. No planning. No reason is necessary, other than it being the right time to do so. I'll share a couple of examples.

A few months after G and I were married, I woke up one morning and loafed around in bed as G was getting ready for work. I was lying on my side, reading in bed. G came over and flipped me over to my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I asked. It was a rhetorical question.

Over my pajama shorts, he spanked my bottom a number of times with his bare hand. He then reached over and grabbed the wooden hairbrush on the dresser. He gave my bottom several smacks with the instrument before he hugged and kissed me. I had a sore bottom and he had a huge grin on his face as he walked out the door to get to work.

My second example? Here goes...

A few years later, G decided to make some dinner that was cooking in the oven. He said it would take another half an hour before we'd eat. I was good with that and went back into the den to continue some writing I was doing on the computer.

Roughly half an hour later, I walked into the living room. G was there to greet me. He said that dinner would take longer than first though. He confessed that he had forgotten to turn on the stove.

Without thinking this through, I pulled down his underwear, bent him slightly forward, and gave him a good spanking. I then left him to stand up on his own and pull his underwear back up. He enjoyed it. So did I, as he went back into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Spontaneous spankings rule.