Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Early Saturday start - seeing my guy

Last Saturday, I woke up at 05:00. That's early for me on a workday, let alone on the weekend!

My guy's flight had landed by then. I predicted that it would take him an hour to get to the hotel, which is close by our workplace.

It was good that I had woken up early. The person who had occupied this room had set up a wake-up call for 05:45. Had I not been up, I would have been annoyed by such a rude awakening.

My guy called me at 06:10.
"Hey," I answered.
"Hey, I'm in the parking lot," he replied.
"I'm glad. Welcome home!" I exclaimed.
"Thanks. What's your room number?" he asked me.
"I sent it to you. Did you not get it?" I asked him.
"No, I'm too lazy to look," he told me.
He's such a sweet traveller. I let him know what my room number was. Five minutes later, he was at my door.

It was great to hug him tightly. He had brought me a couple of gifts. One was a pretty bronze trinket box. The other was a peanut M&M's fan that lights up. Perfect gifts.

We kissed and made our way over to the couch.

It was a nice start to my morning.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Phone tag to say hi before his flight

On Friday, just before 15:00, I had to leave my desk at work. I came back five minutes later and there was a missed call on my cell phone.

I didn't recognize the number. It was definitely an overseas phone number.

I needed Google to look up the country code. It was from the United Arab Emirates. It was my guy contacting me.

I decided to go into another room at work and call from a work phone. The first time, it rang, but I received a recording. I tried it again and my guy picked up.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey, it is you!" I exclaimed.
"Yes! How are you?" he asked me.
"Good. How long until your flight?" I asked him.
"I'm boarding as we speak," he advised. "I just wanted to say hi."
"I'm glad that you did. Safe travels and I'll see you soon."
He definitely misses me. I like when he calls me unexpectedly. It's sweet and thoughtful.

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.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Software upgrades late at night don't always go smoothly

I don't know why I do it. I suppose it's because I tend to be a night owl, so I am most productive at night.

What am I referring to with the it reference? I tend to say yes to upgrading the operating system on my phone, tablet, or computer from midnight into the wee hours of the morning.

I don't know why I do it. I just do.

Yesterday morning, at around 00:30, I saw an update for an iOS update on my iPhone. My phone was syncing on my Mac mini. I normally do these system updates through wifi.

I decided to go ahead and begin the upgrade. Bad mistake.

The software download went well. Unfortunately, my phone stalled on the "Waiting for iPhone..." screen.

I ended up rebooting my Mac book mini. By then, it was closer to 02:30. I couldn't stay up any longer and went to bed.

I woke up four hours later. I was a zombie all day at work.

The good news is that my phone had the update successfully applied. In future, I need to take into considering that sometimes glitches happen, which will cause more aggravation than necessary.

The moral of this story? I should continue upgrading through wifi like I normally do. I don't have such stalling issues.

Of course, I should do such upgrades much earlier in the day. This upgrade took me away from blogging. At least I am making up for it now.

Monday, August 08, 2016

Sunday lounging

I tend to enjoy doing little on Sundays. I literally lounged for most of the day yesterday.

I think that work makes me enjoy my weekends more. I work so much that weekends are reserved for whatever I feel like doing. If I feel like doing nothing, I do just that.

Well, if you consider that I spent the day listening to music and podcasts, I suppose that I did do something. I also spent some time playing Doodle Fruit (yes, I am still addicted to the game) and working out.

My guy doesn't mind when I take a day out for myself. He constantly tells me that I deserve it.

He is here for almost a week before he goes on the road for a couple of weeks. It'll be nice to see him before we resume chatting on Skype.

Sunday, August 07, 2016

Doodle Fruit is my latest game addition

A ton of people seem to be playing Pokemon Go these days. I downloaded it a week ago, played it for maybe five minutes, and I haven't played it since.

I don't find it fun.

Yesterday, I learned about Doodle Fruit. I liked Doodle Jump that first came out a few years ago.

I cannot stop playing Doodle Fruit. I was up until 3 am playing it. Yes, I am hooked!

I tend to like Tetris-type games, like Bejewelled and 2048. My guy is the same.

Once I tell him about Doodle Fruit, we may not be talking to each other for a while. We'll be too busy with our game addiction!

Saturday, August 06, 2016

Questions from my passengers about the ruler in my car's backseat pocket

It's interesting how I had predicted a situation taking place in a past blog post. It came true on Friday.

Sharky, a software development manager at work, had invited his team for lunch. I am a part of his team. The distribution list left off my two co-op students. I forwarded the invitation to them. They gladly accepted. After all, they are foodies like I am.

Sharky then extended the invitation to my manager and indicated that I would be there. I don't know why he had to make that point or whether I am reading too much into it. My manager accepted.

When it came time to depart, one of the co-op students asked me if I could drive us, as she had to fill up her van with gas. I agreed. My boss wanted to hitch a ride with me, as he does not want to drive. It annoys me sometimes. I wasn't liking the idea of a full car.

So, we all walked over to my car. Naturally, my boss wants to sit behind me and notices that I have grocery bags hanging behind my car seat. Yes, I have hooks there. I wasn't expecting so many passengers. So, I had to hear my boss do a play-by-play about my bags. I had to tune him out and drive off.

I got us to the restaurant and bar. Mind you, I had missed the turn because no one knew where this place was. I ended up doing a u-turn and then turning left in a lane that wasn't meant to be a turning one. I told the co-op students to forget that they saw me do an illegal turn. They didn't mind!

So, last week, my guy and I had quality time in the backseat of my car. He spanked me hard with a wooden ruler. He had placed it in the seat pocket behind my seat. I didn't know that until my boss had mentioned "corporal punishment" to the co-op sitting next to him.
"What?" I asked him. I didn't get the reference.
"We are wondering why there is a ruler back here?" asked the co-op.
Oddly, I didn't panic.
"I use it as an extension of my arm. Sometimes, things roll onto the passenger side of the floor from the passenger seat. When I am stopped at a light, I can't reach it with my arm, so I use the ruler to fetch it."
The explanation made sense to them. I also told them that I was doing some cleaning in the back. It also made perfect sense, as I had a roll of paper towel in the other seat pocket. We all know the real reason why it's there, of course. It's to clean up my guy's cum.
"Did you think that I use the ruler to smack your skull?" I asked my manager.
"The reverse," he responded.
"I don't think so. You'd have to walk back to the office if you did that."
So, although I could have been horribly mortified, everything turned out fine. I can't wait to tell my guy about this story. Perhaps I should make sure that my ruler is safely stowed in the glove compartment after our treehouse sessions!

Friday, August 05, 2016

Playing the ukulele again

The good news is that I felt good about doing my presentation on Thursday. My jitters disappeared after the first couple of minutes, which is normal for me.

The downside was that my boss ruined that good feeling that I had with some of his comments. He really does need to be more positive, especially when two interns helped with the slides. Anyway, I let all that negativity drop. I felt good and several colleagues liked my presentation.

Anyway, to change the topic a bit, I just bought myself a purple ukulele. I am going to learn how to play this instrument again.

When I was in grade 3, my parents bought me a brown ukulele and I learned how to play it in school. Three years later, I joined the ukulele group and used the same instrument.

I had to let go of my beloved ukulele over a decade ago. I still think about it in its cardboard box. I am such a sentimental, reflective person.

When I was in Winnipeg on vacation last month, I came across a colourful display of ukuleles at one of my favourite bookstores out of all places. I didn't see a purple one, but I wanted to do some research, to see if it did come in purple.

Tonight, I found what I wanted. It has great reviews. It even comes with a bag. I am living the high life! I can't wait to pick it up at the store.

Thursday, August 04, 2016

Nervous energy, in a good way

My guy returns home from camping for nearly five days. It will be fun hearing all about his stories.

I have been preparing for a presentation that I am giving to my peers later on today. I am nervous. I think that it's normal to feel this way. It means that I care about what I am going to talk about.

The weird thing is that my feelings from my past are resurfacing. I feel anxious.

I used to dislike speaking in front of crowds. These days, I talk a lot in front of peers. Yet, I feel that I have a mild case of butterflies-in-my-stomach jitters.

My first bout was back in grade 7. We often did presentations often. I disliked speaking. Mind you, there were a number of other factors that year on top of this issue. I basically skipped a total of a month's worth of classes. I wanted to avoid so much -- people, homework, assignments, class presentations, and so much more.

So, feeling a bit nervous is perfectly good. I know the content well. I have taught it to student interns both past and present, as well as colleagues. If I didn't feel anything, I would definitely be concerned.

Here's hoping that all goes well with my talk today. The crazy thing is that I am slated to give two more presentations in September. I should be a pro at it by then!

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

Mattress, love, and horniness

A few weeks ago, my guy and I bumped into each other at a liquidation centre. Neither one of us knew that we'd be shopping there that day.

We talked on the phone that evening.
"You looked good," I told him. "If there weren't so many people there, I would have thrown you on one of the mattresses."
"You looked good, too. I wanted to touch you all over. It was the best thing that happened that day," he admitted.
There is nothing like being in love and being horny all rolled into one.

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

Belated, thoughtful birthday gifts

I returned home early Monday evening. The longer weekend was nice, but I feel like I need another vacation!

Last week, my guy got me some nice birthday gifts. He felt bad that he was late. I understood, as he is a traveller. It was still the same birthday month.

He normally asks me for a list of gifts that I'd like. He can then choose from that list. He doesn't need me to provide him with this list, but I do for suggestions.

He got me the following:

  • A Beemo mug, a character from Adventure Time that I like
  • A waffle maker, because I love to eat waffles
My guy surprised me by getting a gift that wasn't on my list, but I had mentioned a need for it in the past.

I got a new car earlier this year. It does not have heated seats. It's not a huge deal. However, when I have a sore back, it was always helpful to turn the heat on my seat, which would ease the pain.

My guy remembered my comment. He got me a plug-in heated seat in which the seat and back support both heat up. It plugs in to the car charger. I was thrilled.
"See, I told you that you're a great gift giver," I complimented him.
"Thanks, sweetie," he replied.
He's thoughtful and sweet.

Monday, August 01, 2016

Camping, whining, and showering

My guy doesn't like going camping, but he goes anyway when it's a family event.
"I am too old for this crap," my guy admitted to me, which made me laugh.
"You may need to do glamping instead," I suggested.
"I like that idea. It's not worth the effort to get everything ready."
We talked a bit more. He likes to whine. I am a good listener.
"I heard that there are portable showers. A bird will be looking at my penis," he said.
"Let's hope that the bird doesn't peck at it," I replied.
"I hope not," he confirmed.
"I wish that I were a bird," I told him.
"You'd be a sweet bird," he stated.
I am hoping that he is trying to have some fun.