Sunday, November 30, 2014

Sleeping in and getting a couple of hard smacks for napping

Last Friday was our last full day in Istanbul. My guy had finished his training session early, so he had the entire day free for us to spend exploring the city. Naturally, we both wanted to sleep in.

Well, my sleeping in ended up being at around 09:00. My guy kept at it. He woke up briefly at around 10:00.
"Is having breakfast really worth it?" he asked me in a sleepy voice, hugging his pillow tightly.
"Are you being philosophical?"
"Is it really worth it to go out to the bazaar?" he asked.
"If you want to sleep away the day, I am okay with that."
"No, I should take you to the bazaar. I love to sleep, though."
"I know. What did you do last weekend when you slept in and housekeeping wanted in?"
"I was too tired to answer the knock on the door. Housekeeping came into the room, saw me in bed, and left."
He's both sweet and funny that way.

Eventually, he did get up and got on with his day. However, it took him a while because he tends to be sluggish under such conditions.

Since we had missed breakfast in the lounge, my guy opted to fetch us some sandwiches across the street. He left his phone in the room. I decided to help him charge it. It only had about 10% of its battery life.

We ate our sandwiches in the room. He proceeded to answer some work e-mails. I was so full from the sandwiches that I ended up lying on my side on the bed.
"Oh, no," he said, placing his hand on my right buttock.
"Are you going to spank me?" I asked him.
"We need to go to the bazaar," he stated.
"Well, I was ready, but you ended up doing other things, so I took a nap," I replied.
He gave me a hard smack across my right buttock. He obviously did not like my remark.
"How come you always give me a lopsided smack like that? What about my left buttock?"
"Are you sure that you know what your asking for?"
"Yes," I said.
Naturally, he complied with my request and I got the same hard smack across my left buttock. My bottom smarted a bit, thanks to the leather paddle spanking that I had received less than twelve hours ago.

We headed out the door. I was a bit sore and horny. And, I had the entire day with my guy. I was one happy girl.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Long day, sore bottom, and quality time

Last Thursday was a long day for both my guy and me in Istanbul. I had signed up for a walking tour of the various touristy sites in the old city. I had to be in the hotel lobby by 07:50. My guy had to go to work, but he also was meeting a software architect on the Asian side of the city after work.

I woke up at 06:50 and started getting on with my day. My guy's alarm normally goes off at 07:00. It did, but he didn't hear it because he had a pillow over his head. I actually had to gently take it off his head before he heard the alarm.

I hugged him. He reached over to squeeze my hand. He then flipped over to look at me, hugging his pillow tightly.
"You look like you don't want to get up," I remarked.
"I like sleeping," he said like a little boy.
"Well, you have to go to work soon. I need to grab some breakfast," I advised.
"Okay," he said, closing his eyes again.
"Hope to see you on your feet when I come back," I said, kissing him on his forehead and heading out the door.
The lounge next door serves hot breakfast. I didn't get bored of it one bit that entire week. I'd say about twenty minutes later, I came back to the room. My guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone.
"I set the bar too high when I said that you'd be on your feet by the time I came back into the room," I said, kissing him.
"I just sat up seconds before you walked into the room," he said, with a huge smile.
"What are we going to do with you?!"
I wished him a good day. He reciprocated. I headed downstairs to the lobby and got my ride to the old city.

The tour had a lot of walking. It was a good tour with a knowledgeable tour guide. I took tons of pictures, talked to the other tourists in my group, and enjoyed being a tourist, too.

One of the stops was at a rug store. We were served warm apple cider in a traditional Turkish cup and saucer. I ended up buying a small rug, which fit nicely in my suitcase.

I got back to the hotel just after 18:00. I was not expecting to see my guy.

I was waiting for the elevator in the lobby. When the doors opened, I saw my guy coming out. We talked briefly, both of us happy to see each other.
"How was your tour?" he asked me.
"Good, but there was a lot of walking," I said. "I got a rug!"
"Nice!" he said, smiling at me.
"You smell good," I noticed.
"I shaved my face," he said, as I went to touch his smooth skin.
"Nice! Have a good time tonight."
"Thanks. You, too. I'll see you soon," he replied, and headed off to the metro.
I rested a bit once I got to the room. I then decided to grab some dinner in the lounge. I then came back and took it easy. I took a shower, watched TV, and caught up with some e-mail.

My guy came back a few hours later and bought me a couple of cookies. He is sweet that way. He knows that I am a sucker for pastries and cookies.

We both talked about our day. We shared pictures that we had taken. We then cuddled and watched TV together.

At one point, our conversation led to this exchange:
"You are such a bad girl," he said to me.
"What do you plan to do about it?" I asked him innocently.
"Well, I can either make your butt purple or pink."
"That's not nice," I replied.
"At least I am giving you a choice. If you get the leather paddle, you will get a pink bottom. Otherwise, I will have to use my hand, and you will have a purple and blue bottom."
"But, I don't want to go get the leather paddle," I whined playfully.
"It's not my problem. I want you to fetch that paddle so I can use it on you."
I reluctantly got out of the bed to go get my leather paddle from my suitcase. I then crawled into bed. I was on all fours.
"I like when you don't wear a bra and your nipples are hard under your t-shirt," he remarked, playing with them.
"You told me not to wear a bra. See, I am a good girl," I replied smartly.
"No, you're still a bad girl," he said, giving me a couple of light slaps with the paddle.
I went over his lap. He pulled down my pajama shorts and slapped me with the leather paddle. There was a rhythm to it. He would first alternate smacking each buttock. He would then pick out specific spots on each buttock and slap that same area five times. The smacks grew harder. I became wet and more aroused.

He stopped spanking me once I could feel my bottom warm up. He them played with me until I reached orgasm, which doesn't take long when I am that aroused. I hugged him tightly. He rubbed my bottom for a bit.

I then went to give him a handjob. We tried something a bit different and watched a porn flick on his phone. He came all over my hand. I went to get a towel to clean us both up.

Although we had a long day, the ending was perfect.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Back from vacation - recap of my travel day back home

I have been back from Istanbul since Saturday night. I have missed blogging.

Work is nuts. Our entire department received an e-mail stating that we all need to come into the office for the next three Saturdays to work.

I have an arrangement to work four days in the office and one day at home. Working an extra day for the next three weeks throws my schedule out the window. So, I had to ask two project managers and my boss whether I could work from home for the next three Fridays.

One of the project managers likes me. I have been telling my guy about him. My guy has nicknamed him Sharky, because he constantly circles around my desk at work. As expected, he didn't object.

The other project manager and I used to get along when she was a quality assurance manager. She is nice, but she has no clue how to be a project manager and we have been in several disagreements, mainly because she is not a good listener. It was to the point where I got both my manager and her manager to support me.

Surprisingly, she was okay with my working from home for the next few Fridays. Other than the extra long workweeks to come, all is well.

On Saturday, my guy and I had breakfast, packed up, and left for the airport.We held hands in the taxi the whole time.

He is a gentleman. He did not want me to lift a finger. At the airport, you have to place all your luggage on the conveyor belt for scanning. My guy did all the heavy lifting, which was greatly appreciated. When I tried to help, he told me not to, giving me that look that he was going to smack my backside if I did. I asked if I should look cute and pretty standing there. He agreed.

After going through security without a hitch, my guy looked at me.
"Which way is it to the business lounge?"
"It's that way," I pointed. "It's past the Victoria's Secret and Starbucks."
My guy freely admits that he is horrible with directions. The last time I was at this airport was June 2013. My guy was here in December and he has visited the country more that I have.
"Why did you need to ask me?"
"Because I am lost and you always find me," he said sweetly, holding my hand.
I bought some Turkish delight. My guy had to wander off to the duty-free side to make a claim. He told me to stay in the store so that he could find me. It was cute, but I was fine shopping away.

We went to the Turkish Airlines business lounge. It is fancy! It was my third time there. The food is wonderful. We lounged on leather recliners in the movie theatre. I got to caress his head. He remarked that he loves my expression when I do, as if it is the first time that I have ever done it.

We had to catch our flight, which was delayed twice, but only for 1.5 hours. I have seen worse! My guy got me a minced meat-stuffed pastry. I had wanted the hot dog pastry, but he refused to get me that, as expected.

We were one of the last few people to board the plane. My guy and I were fortunate to get seats next to each other. My guy likes the aisle, so I was fine sitting in the middle. My rolling bag ended up in business class because there wasn't enough room above us.

I entered the row first. My guy groped my butt. It made me smile.

We ate, talked, held hands, watched movies, and played games during the 11-hour flight back home. At times, I rested my head against his chest and he rested his head on mine.

Travelling with him is nice. I hope to do it again soon.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Once bitten, twice spanked

My guy likes giving me lovetaps throughout the day. They lead to wonderful spankings.

I was brushing my teeth. He came into the bathroom, which is spacious. He slapped each buttock several times, saying that I will always be his naughty girl.

The other evening, we went out for dinner, and came back. Kissing, hugging, and more in an elevator to ourselves going up 32 floors is wonderful.

We got into our hotel room where he hugged me from behind and gave me several kisses. He was planning on hanging up his coat.

We have wooden hangers in our closet. He took one and used it across my bottom.
"It has been a long time since I have been spanked by a wooden clothes hanger," I said.  "Bend over," he said.
I loved how it felt. Just ten slaps across my clothed backside. I was turned on. He even used the hanger to rub my crotch and get me excited. I feel bad for the next person using that hanger for their clothes.

My guy and I did some fun role-playing in which he is Mr Meanie and I am the good girl who never deserves to be spanked.

He used the leather paddle across my bottom. He took down my panties. I tried grabbing them and pulling them up, but the smacks got harder. I tried to cover my bare buttocks with my hands, but he slapped my hands away with the leather paddle, and then continued to spank me harder.

It was a fun night. He entered me from behind and made me reach orgasm. I then gave him a handjob.

We then spent the evening laughing and cuddling. He rubbed my sore bottom just before we fell asleep. It was sweet.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Hello from Istanbul!

I left for Toronto late Saturday night, taking a nine-hour flight to Istanbul.

By the way, I am writing this post in the business centre of the hotel that my guy and I are staying at. Let me just say that there are challenges to typing on a Turkish keyboard:
  • The period is shifted over my a space. So, I end up entering ç.
  • The comma is to the left of the carriage return.
  • The letter i is to the left of the comma
  • The @ symbol is shared with the letter Q. I need to press the Alt Gr button with the letter Q.
  • The < and > characters use the same key. I need to press the Shift key to get the latter.
You can probably tell that it took me a long time to figure all of these nuances out, because I am a touch typist. I now have to slow down and look at the physical keyboard to make sense of what I am writing. The worst part was that my e-mail password has the letter i in it. I was unable to log in multiple times until I noticed that there are technically two letter i keys on the keyboard (that is, ı and i).

Well, I decided to go back to my room and grab my work laptop to write. I moved over to the business lounge where I can have a beverage while I write.

I am taking it easy today. Tonight, my guy and I are going to hit the down. We did that last night, but I had decided to walk all six floors of a mall nearby while he was at work. So, I was pretty tired walking up steep terrain last night that I didn't want to wear out that soon.

Anyway, my flight into Istanbul was great. However, I sat next to an extremely fidgety guy who kept elbowing and grazing me with his arm. I had had it when I was finally able to snooze and he once again interrupted my sleep when he hit me. I woke up and told him that I can't sleep with him constantly knocking into me. At one point, he was tugging at my seatbelt. I actually found his seatbelt and told him to put it on.

Needless to say, I did not sleep too well. Traffic in this city on a Sunday evening is jammed. It took me 1.5 hours to get to the hotel. It was to the point where the taxi driver was apologizing to me.

The hotel is nice. Everyone is super friendly and helpful. I had the front desk call my guy. We talked briefly before he came down to see me. We hugged. The bellhop brought my stuff up.

My guy and I kissed and hugged after the bellhop had left. I got to caress his freshly shaved head. He pressed his hard cock against me. He groped and played with my butt. He even gave me a few lovetaps.

We went into the business lounge for dinner. I had grilled chicken with a layered pasta dish containing ground beef, cheese, and mushrooms. Pepsi Light (European for Diet Pepsi) is offered in a glass bottle. It's just a classy place.

We talked and ate. We recapped our day.

We went back to our hotel for a bit of fun. He pleasured me a couple of times and showered me with kisses. I ended up giving him two blowjobs, which got him incredibly excited and happy.

My guy told me that he took a walk earlier in the day and got lost, so he had to take a taxi. I burst out laughing. He found my bottom, hiked my panties up to expose my bare bottom, and gave me several swats, telling me that I was bad.

We then cuddled for the rest of the night, talking while watching TV, and just enjoying being together at long last.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Vacation and toys

I haven't blogged as much this week. Work continues to be busy. I also had to cram in some extra hours.

On Friday, I had to conduct an interview with my manager. Within our entire organization, we all have to fill out our performance reviews, which takes a chunk of time to recall what you have accomplished within the last eleven months.

I am on vacation as of now. It's about time.

I have been packing my suitcase in phases. I am finally done. All I need to do is get myself to the airport and hop on a plane twenty hours from now.

My guy and I have been talking over Skype often this week. He isn't adjusting to the time difference all that well, which is a bit surprising. He generally is not jet-lagged when he travels to European countries. I am hoping that I may be able to help him out once I am there.

He is pretty sweet, despite being sleepy when we talk. He has been counting the days until we see each other. He has never done that before.

He also has a wish list of goodies for me to pack:
  • Flavoured oral gel
  • Leather paddle
  • A short skirt
  • The dong that he bought for me from Amsterdam
He's demanding, but it's all for a good cause.

The next time I blog, I will likely be in Istanbul. If I am bored out of my mind waiting for my flight, I may surprise you by sneaking in a post.

Have a great weekend!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Boyish, girly, and free

In the early stages of our relationship, I noted to my guy that he is boyish. It isn't every day that you hear him say that he is driving along the highway, and decides to take a break by pulling over and getting an ice cream cone.

My guy doesn't like that he is boyish. Growing up, he always wanted to be a rugged, macho type of guy, like Clint Eastwood.

My guy is a combination of boyish and manly. He is the latter when he sees some sort of threat happening to me. It's not typically a life-threatening event by any stretch. When he hears about someone being somewhat mean to me, he wants to protect me and beat that person up.

Of course, that sort of violence never happens. He also knows that I can take care of myself. However, it's always a nice feeling when he is so protective of me.

My guy is in Turkey for business for two weeks. I will join him on the weekend.

We talked over Skype this afternoon. He was telling me how posh the hotel room is and that I'd be pleased there.

My guy is an elite member at this hotel chain. There is a lounge area where you have all-you-can-eat-and-drink access.

My guy was so excited about the lounge area:
"It's free, free, free!" he exclaimed, with his voice getting higher and higher.
"Did you clear out the bar by drinking every alcoholic beverage that you could down?" I asked him.
"No, I haven't been drinking. It's all free!"
It's that playful boyishness that I like about him, among his fine qualities. It also confirms that he likes being Cheap Bastard.

As for me, I tend to be childlike and girly now and again. Last week, my guy came upstairs to visit me at the office. We moved to a meeting room to chat privately.

It was nice to take a break from work. We held hands. I was sucking on a purple lollipop. It was a part of the post-Halloween stash of unwanted candy that a colleague had left in the common cafeteria.
"Is my tongue purple?" I asked him, sticking out my tongue at him while trying to look at my tongue myself.
"It is," he confirmed. "I like how childish you are. It's cute, as are you."
He is a sweet, boyish, and manly.

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Dinner and dessert - part 3

The diner that we visited was cozy. We had a booth all to ourselves. The lighting in the diner was dim, nice, and just right.

My guy looked at me longingly and said that I looked gorgeous. He's sweet that way.

I saw that there were several hot dog dishes on the menu and said that I'd order one. At first, he didn't like that. But, he then changed his mind and said that I could, because he was in a good mood.

Spaghetti with one giant meatball!
Well, I had eyed having the spaghetti and meatballs. I also didn't want to rock the boat with his happy mood, which made him laugh. He ordered the west coast burger, which looked equally as yummy as my dish.

We held hands across the table. He took pictures of me because he wanted me to see how pretty I am from his perspective.

We shared a pecan pie with vanilla bean ice cream. It was the best pecan pie that I have had in ages.

Pecan pie with vanilla bean ice cream
I had to get up to visit the powder room (seems fitting to say it, being at a diner). I got up and caressed my guy's head, which was nice. I came back moments later and we walked out the door together.

We figured out after leaving the diner that it is connected to a posh hotel. There was a Rolls Royce parked outside. I suggested that my guy take a picture of it, because he is a car buff.

There were two women in front of the hotel watching us as they smoked. One of them was kind to offer taking our photo in front of the car, to make us look like we owned it. She was great.

These photos are significant. We have never been in a photo together. It is generally one of us taking a photo of the other. Now, we have a couple of couple photos.

We held hands as we walked to my car. My guy felt that we needed more dessert. He wanted to cuddle.

I will backtrack a bit. A few weeks ago, my guy was depressed and said that we should hold off on treehouse time, which upset me. We had a decent conversation about it and I said that I needed to cuddle at the very least. He agreed. So, this evening was a complete surprise when he said that he was up for cuddling.

We got into the backseat of my car and we cuddled. I love being in his arms. He kissed me on my forehead several times. My head was rested comfortably on his chest.

My guy was caressing my butt. He decided to slide his hand under my panties and play with my buttocks, groping them, which was nice. He then proceeded to try to finger my butt.

I stopped him. I didn't want that. He told me that he wanted to. I reminded him that he wanted to put treehouse time on the backburner for a bit.

I have never heard him beg in almost a whiny tone. He begged me to let him. He explained that he was depressed back then, but wanted to be intimate with me again in our treehouse. Finally, I removed my hand that was preventing his from sliding any further.

He promised that he wouldn't finger my bottom, but would play with my sensitive nerve endings. It got me all excited and I came.

Well, he broke his promise moments later. He fingered my butt, and I reached orgasm again.

We cleaned him up afterwards and I snuggled up against him. He told me that my stopping him from playing with me turned him on. I could tell. His member of extremely hard in his pants.

I let his hard cock out and played with it, making him ejaculate all over my hand. His cum coated my entire hand. He was dopey and happy, like I was. Two out of seven dwarf names isn't bad.

We cuddled and kissed some more. Eventually, it was time to drive him back to his car.

It was the perfect date night. It was long overdue, but well worth the wait.

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

A hug is just a hug... but more - part 2

After I parked the car in a parking lot across the street from the restaurant, my guy and I got out, and found the ticket machine. After figuring out that you had to press a sequence of buttons to get an $8 ticket for overnight parking, we headed back to my car to place the ticket on the dash, and headed towards the restaurant.

My guy immediately grabbed my hand. He wanted to hold it, which is one of many charming qualities about him. It felt so good as we walked together.
"I want to hug you. Can I hug you now?"
"Okay," I said, as we stopped in the middle of the parking lot.
We hugged. It was such a warm embrace on a cool autumn evening. He pressed up against me. I could feel how hard his member was against me. We kissed. It was a long, sweet, meaningful kiss. I caressed the back of his head.

When we unlocked lips, I felt like I was walking on air. It was the best feeling in the world. I felt euphoric. We both did, to the point where we needed a moment to figure out where the restaurant was.

You would think that being with him for three years wouldn't cause such sparks to fly when you kiss and hug. After all, we have locked lips and have embraced a multitude of times. This one was special. We both felt it.

We walked some more, once we figured out in which direction to go. We were still holding hands. My guy pulled me aside, in front of a closed dry cleaning place.

We hugged and kissed some more. There is something so romantic about doing so when it's nightfall and it's dark. He groped my buttocks. I caressed his chest.

I was so happy that I could barely walk into the restaurant. Well, it was also because my guy was still groping my butt as we waited to be seated.

Date nights are fun. It is rare that we have a date night in Toronto. It just felt like a special evening with that special person.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Picking up my guy and hearing a threat against my bottom - part 1

Sunday had arrived. My guy was teaching a course for a full six hours, in the heart of downtown Toronto.

Let's just say that the location is a madhouse. There is construction going on in the area. The neighbourhood is busy all the time. It took me ten minutes to drive four blocks.

Then, you have impatient people honking at one another. It isn't exactly stress-free driving.

My guy called me at 17:50. I told him where I was. I didn't realize that his car was near mine, with a dumpster was blocking my sight of his car.

He came out of the building a bit later than expected. He got into my car. We both had the same thought -- that it would be best to keep his car parked and I would drive us to the restaurant to eat.
"Have you done some research on where we should go and eat?" he asked me, knowing that I tend to come prepared.
"Are you in slave-driving mode again?" which made him smile. "I'm heading towards King Street, which is where all the eateries are."
"Sounds good," he replied.
We ended up talking about something else and another discussion happened.
"I am supposedly known as Cheap Bastard," he replied.
"What do you mean you are supposedly?" I teased. "You are Cheap Bastard."
"Really?" he said, with a mild threatening tone in his voice. "We'll see about that when I punish you for that comment."
"My bottom is safe right now. I didn't do anything. I am just driving us to a nice restaurant."
"Well, when we are together for a week in Turkey, you bottom won't be safe when I am done with you."
We held hands as I continued to drive us to our destination. It's always great when he is happy. I am happy, too.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

My guy misses me - scheduled date night on Sunday

My guy had thought that he would be dropping by the office last week, but that visit didn't transpire. So, he spent the entire week working from home.

Work continues to be crazy. I get along well with my team, which is a plus. However, there are challenges with two of the three writers that I work with.

The scary thing is that the next senior technical writer isn't exactly a trained writer. She is technical, which makes understanding how our software works easier. However, her first language isn't English, so I end up teaching her technical writing 101.

I like teach folks how to write better. The downside is that it puts a damper on actually producing quality work when you have a writer who you have spent a ton of time working on writing mechanics and they don't fully sink into her head.

I also have to have a side discussion with her about business writing. I don't think that saying you folks twice in the same sentence to an audience of software developers and project managers to be professional. Sure, you want them to respond to your e-mail, but it should not be that informal in tone.

The other new writer is not assertive. It's who she is. Writers tend to be shy and quiet by default. I am half of that, so I am a bit of an exception. I am quiet when I work and I am okay with that. However, I am far more social than these two writers combined.

Anyway, I just went off on a tangent that I wasn't expecting...

Oh, yes. I can tell when my guy truly misses me. He sends me more e-mails and tries to contact me more than he typically does.

On Friday, he had forwarded his travel itinerary. It had a notice about getting an e-visa as a visitor to Turkey. He will travel there next weekend. I will follow suit a week after that. I had meant to write back to him, thanking him for sending it to me. Things got busy at work that I forgot.

Later in the day, my guy sent me another e-mail, asking how my week was so far. He was chattier than usual, telling me about how his week was boring, but productive. He also wished me a good weekend and reminded me to set my clock back an hour for Daylight Saving Time.

I didn't respond to either e-mail. I had to head home and prepare to shell out goodies to Halloween visitors. It was a lot of fun, despite the evening being rainy and cooler than it should be in late October.

I logged on to my computer after midnight. I went to shower. I came back maybe twenty minutes later and my guy was on Skype, wondering whether I would be awake.

As most of you know, I tend to write blog posts after midnight. I am a strange creature. I am a night owl who has no trouble getting up early in the morning. Don't ask. That answer will take another blog post to sort out.

We chatted and caught up. I told him about getting my new passport in the mail the other week. We talked about the e-visa application (it takes five minutes to complete and cost $60.70 USD, which is frankly a ripoff, but must be done).

He also told me that he would be in Toronto on Sunday. He teaches a course on the side.
"I'm downtown," he told me.
"Wow, that's different," I replied.
"Noon till 6 pm."
"That's a long time," I said.
"Yes," he responded. "I miss you."
It is significant that he said that he missed me. Most of the time, I am the first one to mention that. I told him that he was sweet and that I missed him, too.

I had suggested that we could do dinner after he was done with his course, if he was game. He was.

I asked where he would be downtown. He had an idea of the address, but he didn't know if the street ended with East or West.
"I have to go back to the e-mail," he told me.
"Oh, no. That could be an issue for directionally challenged guy," I replied.
"But, no problem for cute Asian girl," he teased back.
"You're so sweet. What's wrong with you?!"
"I guess I just miss you."
"It's nice to hear that I'm missed. You haven't said that for a while."
"When I'm in a good mood, I always miss you."
"Well, I hope that your mood continues to be good."
"Me, too."
"It'll good to see you downtown."
"It's good to see you anywhere," he said sweetly.
He was definitely in a good mood. It's nice to have a date night, especially on a Sunday, when you typically dread the fact that your weekend is nearly over. Spending it with someone special makes going back to the work following day far more bearable.