Call me, maybe? Yes, I will because I miss you!

I work from home on Tuesdays. My guy never ceases to amaze me with his sweetness.

I was having a good, productive workday at home. The phone rang. It was clearly a number from work.

"Hello, Cutiebootie speaking."
"Hey, there!"

I paused for a few seconds, not because I couldn't figure out the voice on the other end. I wasn't expecting my guy to call me.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked him.
"Good. I needed to hear your voice," he said sweetly.
"That's so sweet," I replied. "You've been sweeter than I could have ever imagined."
"Aww," he said, melting a bit. "It's the next best thing on a Tuesday."

We talked for a bit. He asked me how things were on "my end." I had to ask him which end. So, I first talked about my day.

"How is your other end?" he asked me mischieviously.
"It's sore," I said without any hesitation. "It's sore when I sit, walk, move, ... you did a fine job."
"I'm glad," he replied, sounding rather proud that he had spanked me thoroughly the previous night.

We chatted some more. I thanked him for thinking of me. I could tell that he missed me today. It was nice to hear his voice, although he was losing it from talking so much. It's nice to get away from Skype when he is a suburb away.