Friday, August 26, 2016

Hotel quality time

My guy's flight arrives on Saturday morning at 05:00. It is a ridiculously early arrival time. I told him that it would be difficult for me to get there to greet him. He understood.

However, we both have missed each other terribly. I decided to book a hotel room close by. He liked the idea of dropping by at 06:00 or so.
"I am looking forward to kissing and hugging you again," he told me.
"Same here," I said.
"You are going to be spanked hard," he confirmed.
"But, it's too early to be spanked," I playfully whined.
"It's never too early to spank a naughty girl like you," he stated.
It'll be wonderful to see him again and have a sore backside.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Snoozy guy

My guy is such a sleepyhead. He typically hits the snooze button on his phone's alarm app at least three times. The other day, he did it for an hour and a half.

He even asked the front desk at the hotel where he is staying up to give him a wake-up call. Apparently, the phone has a snooze button, too.

I asked him over Skype whether he felt rested snoozing both the alarm on his phone and the hotel phone.
"I was so tired. I had to," he explained.
"You're such a sleepyhead," I said to him.
"I know. I'm snoozy."
So, he continues to give me more nicknames to call him by. He's now snoozy.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Art, students, and learning

Things are good, but busy. My guy and I continue to chat on Skype while he is away on business, which makes us less miserable while we are apart.

Today's post is different. Since early May, I have been working closely with two co-op students. I have trained them and guided them through a number of work tasks.

Perhaps I am in the wrong field. Part of me is thinking that I should have become a teacher. Instead, I drifted from being a mathematician, to a computer scientist, to a writer.

It's funny how things happen. I have no regrets about being a writer. I enjoy it. I also get to explain in writing how to do tasks, which benefits the reader.

I have been told that I am a good teacher by my last two student interns. It's a nice feeling.

This internship is the first one that I have supervised in which we have two interns. It has been wonderful seeing their progress and how they have become stronger writers.

One impressed me so much that I decided to nominate her for an intern award. She finally got the word last Friday. She wrote a lovely, heartfelt e-mail to me. It is one of those e-mails that you want to print out and never delete.

The other intern showed how giving she is. She had a number of tickets to various tourist sites. However, she couldn't go. She offered them to me. This past Tuesday, I decided to book the day off and go to an art exhibit that I have wanted to attend for a while.

I was thankful that she asked me if I wanted to go. Although it would have been nice if she had the opportunity to go to the museum and see all the art exhibits, I bought her a book showing all the beautiful artifacts that I had experienced. The book also came with a DVD. She was elated.

It's nice to make the day of folks that you work closely with. They have also taught me so much in return. The learning experience has been enriching for all of us.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Using a heat and back massager after being spanking, and missing each other

My guy is in Dubai for the next couple of weeks. We have been chatting on Skype these days.

For my birthday, he bought me a back massager for the car. It heats the lower back and butt areas. Only the lower back gets a massage.
"I haven't tried out your great gift yet. My back hasn't been achy thankfully. My butt isn't sore for your punishing me, either" I replied.
"I'm glad that you like it," he said.
"I have been a good girl, so I won't be using it for a while."
"No, you're a naughty, naughty girl. When I am around, I will definitely spank you and have you try out your present."
My guy told me that he missed me so much. He even said that I could drive his manual car under close supervision.
"You can trust me. I should have offered valet service before you left," I teased.
"I will let you drive my car when I am with you," he replied.
"Wow, are you sure that you're feeling okay?" I asked him.
"Yes. I would let you do anything. You're my sweetie."
And, he's my sweetie, too.

Monday, August 15, 2016

How to pick up an Asian girl

The other week, my guy and I were talking about Sharky, a manager that I report to who seems to have a crush on me. I was telling my guy about how his locker is next to my desk, and that he often does a few trips between it and his desk.

My story was about how he ended up creating small talk. It wasn't the best opener, as it had to do with work and implied that there is more work for me to do under short notice.
"He does lust after you, you know," my guy pointed out.
"Yes, but he's creepy," I reasoned.
"He just doesn't know how to pick up a girl," he reasoned.
"That's true. You should write a book on that topic. You were great with me," I hinted.
"Yes, I should write a how-to book on picking up a cute Asian girl. I'm glad that you said yes to being with me."
As usual, he's sweet.

Our little chat reminded me of a bumper sticker that I saw on a car in front of me at a Starbucks drive-thru a while ago. It looked something like the following:

Courtesy: Threadless
Perhaps Sharky needs these instructions.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Sharing my wooden ruler story and being cute

On Friday, I told my guy about what had happened a week ago in my car. It pertains to my boss finding the wooden ruler that my guy uses to spank me.

As expected, he laughed. What were the odds of my boss saying "corporal punishment" when he saw the wooden ruler in the seat pocket in front of him?

My guy and I hadn't seen each other for a bit until we went out for lunch on Friday. He looked across from the table after we had finished eatin.
"How come you get cuter and cuter?" he asked me.
"You're sweet. Are you sure?" I asked him.
"I call it as I see it. My hard cock is also a good indicator."
I swear that he should write greetings for Hallmark cards.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Picking up my guy and admiring how good he looks

On Friday, my guy called me at work and asked whether I'd like a late lunch with him. I enjoyed listening to his voice. I was game. He told me that he'd be at the office between 13:30 and 14:00. As expected, he was late and called me at 14:15.

I had to end my conversation with one of the intern students. My stomach and my guy were calling.

My guy told me that he had parked his car closest to the wall in the parking lot. He added that it was where I typically park when I fly off somewhere.

I went to my car and drove over to him. He had his blue suitcase and rolling computer bag in front of his car. He looked good with his cleanly shaved head and a huge smile on his face when our eyes met.

He loaded his suitcase into my car's trunk. I tried to help, but he gave me his usual just-stand-there-and-look-cute-because-you-need-to-protect-your-back look. I couldn't help but look at him lovingly. He looked incredibly good.

We got into my car and we drove off to our usual restaurant.
"You are okay with giving me a lift to the airport?" he asked me, as he simply assumed.
"Of course. It gives me more time to hold your hand and spend time with you," I said, placing my hand on his thigh.
"I love your red nail polish," he remarked.
I enjoy spending a bit of time with him before he heads off to his next travel destination.