Relatives are in the 'hood

It's a bit busy these days. My aunt and uncle are here for the first time in the Toronto area. They have come from Hong Kong.

I'll resume writing about my staycation with my guy shortly. Hope you are all well!

Sweets, kisses, hugs, and a paddle

On Saturday, my guy's flight was expected to land at around 07:30. I had anticipated that he would get to the hotel by 09:00.

I woke up at around 07:45. It was the perfect time to get myself ready. The anticipation of seeing him was building.

My guy knocked on the door at 08:40. He was early. Yay!

I looked through the door's peephole. He was standing outside, with a nice smile on his face. I opened the door.

He looked good. We stood there admiring each other for a few seconds.

"Delivery!" he exclaimed, holding a white box that looked like pizza.
"Hey, I know you," I said.

He walked in. He let me know that the box contained sweets, as promised. He set the box down.

We embraced. I hugged him tightly and told him that I missed him. He whispered that he missed me, too.

I caressed his cleanly shaved head. We kissed. He held my hand and led me to the sofa.

We kissed some more. And hugged some more, too.

I was wearing a cold shoulder shirt with a short skirt. He adjusted my shirt and found my black bra strap. He was aroused. He touched my bare thigh and proceeded to find my crotch.

He played with me for a bit before his fingers went under my black panties. He fingered me. I was wet and equally as aroused as he. He made my reach orgasm hard. It was good.

We cuddled for a bit and then talked. He lightly swatted my right buttock.

"I need to punish you. Where is your punishment tool?" he asked me.
"What punishment tool? I'm your good girl," I replied.
"No, you're my bad girl. I need to punish you. Go find your spanking implement," he insisted.

It's always exciting when I am about to get a hard spanking.

Waiting for his flight and teasing him for killing time

It's fun teasing my guy.

"How long do you have to wait until you board your flight?" I asked him.
"I have an hour," he said.
"So, you have an hour to spare. You asked yourself, 'Who can I talk to while I kill an hour? Oh, I know. Cutiebootie. She has no life,'" I teased.
"That sounds so bad, sweetie. You know that I want to talk and be with you all the time," he admitted.
"I know. It just sounds more dramatic my way," I said, laughing.

I wished him a safe flight and looked forward to seeing him at the hotel.

Flight home with sweets - penises?

I'm back from my staycation. It was wonderful.

My guy called me on Friday from the airport while I was checking in to our hotel room. He has impeccable timing.

I finally got checked in and we chatted for a bit.

"I bought you sweets," he cheerfully said.
"Yay! Are they the ones that looks like penises?" I asked.
"Nope, they are different," he said.
"You're sweet for getting me sweets, sweetie," I said.

The sweets that look like penises are Egyptian delights. They have the same outer lining as Turkish delight, except that they have walnuts in them and are cylindrical. Each one is rolled in powered sugar. I affectionately call them penises.

The funny thing is that he knew what I had meant.

Staycation and hand pain update

I am all packed for my weekend with my guy. I am excited, although I feel like I have forgotten to pack something.

You know. The usual.

An update on my right hand pain... I have a feeling that it's my mouse and tons of clicking that has been causing the pain. I woke up on Thursday and was almost pain-free. I got to work and used my mouse a ton. I ended up with pain between my thumb and index finger.

The pain is there right now, but isn't as bad because I have been relaxing my hand. I may need to haul out my ergonomic mouse and see how that goes. Otherwise, I need to try an alternative to using a mouse.

Fun stuff. At least I am away from a mouse for a couple of days.

Soreness in right hand

For just under a week, I have noticed soreness in the webbing between my index finger and my thumb on my right hand. I have had two bouts of soreness so far this year.

I don't know what caused it the first time. I basically took it easy and the pain went away.

Last Friday, I was doing a lot of mouse-clicking work with my index finger. I have a feeling that it may have triggered the soreness.

I am also thinking that I tend to grasp things tightly with my right hand. Perhaps the tendons in my right hand have seized up.

To alleviate the pain, I try not to use my mouse all that much. I also try not to grasp items so tightly. Instead, I open and close my hand periodically, which seems to help and relax my hand.

It's strange just how many odd things happen to me. It was completely unexpected!

Chatting and spanking Saturday

It's fun how my guy and I greet each other when we chat.

"Hey, sweetie weetie," I said.
"Hey, there. How are you, sweetie?" he asked me.
"I'm better now. How are things with you?" I asked him.
"I'm always great whenever I speak to you. You're my sweet girl," he replied.
"Sweet good girl," I corrected.
"Um, no. You are never good. You always need to be punished," he noted.
"You can spank me this weekend," I hinted.
"I'd love to," he replied.

It'll be a nice weekend for a spanking.

Driving his future car and abruptly changing the subject

My guy and I had a good chat on Skype yesterday. It's nice that we get to see each other this weekend.

We ended up chatting about cars, at first. My guy is the type who likes to get a completely different car than the one that he previously owned. As for me, it's a feeling. I have owned two Priuses in a row. I would have got another one, but I wanted a change and went with a Scion (now Corolla) iM.

"Who knows? Maybe the change will be driving your next car," I teased.
"How's the weather in Toronto?" he asked.
"Wow, that was a mighty subtle subject change," I said sarcastically, which made him laugh.
"I just had to ask about the weather," he said, chuckling.

It's fun teasing him and seeing how protective he is about his cars, whether he owns it now or will in future.

Missing handjobs and spankings

My guy and I had this conversation the other day:

"I wish that I had more time when I saw you at the office," he admitted.
"I know. You had more time than you normally do, though," I pointed out.
"True. I wish that you could have given me a handjob," he said.
"I can when you are back. I wish that you could have spanked me before boarding," I replied.
"I'll fix all that when I'm back. I miss you, bad girl," he said, definitively.
"I love when you say that I'm your bad girl," I noted.

I can picture him smiling on the other end of our call. I love knowing that I'm getting a spanking soon.

Jokes and mushiness

My guy and I were chatting the other day. He cracked a joke and I laughed.

"I love when you laugh at my jokes. Normally, I have to tickle you," he teased.
"Your joke was funny. It's some of your puns that are horrible. All because I don't laugh doesn't mean that it's not clever, you know," I pointed out.
"Yes, I know. I just want you to be happy," he admitted.
"I am, especially with you," I said.

Yep, it was a mushy moment.

Issues and a proposal

It's nice when you make a point and folks side with you. My motto is to give it a try, say what you need to say, and see what happens. It's better to say what you need to say than regret not saying a thing.

At work, a number of us were given a task to drive projects to their completion. My counterpart borders incompetence. She decided to assign a number of folks deadlines, including me. I pointed out that she can't arbitrarily assign deadlines to folks who need to do the work without consulting with them.

In an e-mail, I pointed out the issues that I have encountered trying to get various folks to collaborate on a single document of which they own certain sections. The idea that I need to work with them on deadlines and such was time-consuming.

Instead, I proposed a different way to get this work done. The leader of this group liked it. She held a meeting with us. On Friday morning, we ran through my proposal and it was approved. Go, me!

The catch is to strike a balance. It is one thing to list all issues encountered. It's also helpful to suggest a new approach.

I don't like inefficiency. It makes sense that I would speak up. Otherwise, I'd be miserable wasting not only everyone's time and effort, but mine, too.

Early morning meetings and time

It has been a long workweek. I have had a conference call every day at 8 am, except for Tuesday. On Tuesday, my call started at 7 am and went for four hours. Luckily, this meeting happens once a month.

Needless to say, I am pretty tired of all these early morning meetings. I collaborate with folks in Europe and Asia. Thus, I get the short end of the stick and have to wake up early for these meetings.

Luckily, it's a long weekend coming up. I can relax before I do this early morning routine again next week. So far, I only have early meetings next Tuesday and Wednesday.

My manager is a time-waster. He books our weekly team meeting for two hours and seems to force spending the full two hours discussing anything under the sun. It's not a productive use of time, especially when he reads PowerPoint slides and doesn't comprehend what he is reading. The rest of us have actual work to attend to.

Anyway, I am off to bed early. I'm beat.

Snow tires and 60's music

It's the middle of May. I finally got my snow tires off.

This past winter was the first time that I got snow tires. I have lived in Minnesota and Manitoba for nearly nine years when you total everything. I don't know why I waited that long to get them, but they were great during all the snow and ice that we got here.

I have my tires stored at the dealership. I had originally wanted my tires changed last week, but there wasn't enough time to get them out of storage. So, it happened on Wednesday.

I seem to be able to strike up a conversation or have some sort of common bond with drivers shuttling me between the service centre and my home. Getting a ride home consisted of my humming to 60's music with my driver. He was enthusiastically tapping his hand to the beat. He was great in using is GPS to get me home.

"It's my first time not providing directions to get me home. Instead, I got to listen to 60's music," I remarked.
"You seem young to know 60's music," he noted.
"I grew up listening to that era. It was my mom and dad's decade, so I had no choice but to listen to it. Today was like reliving my childhood, but not my decade of music," I replied.

He smiled. I thanked him for making my day.

Staycation in less than two weeks

My guy returns home in roughly 1.5 weeks. Although it's never easy when he is away, this trip has been more bearable. It helps that he calls me every other day. Additionally, since he bought me a plush purple sheep, Woolly, hugging him when I need to helps.

"What time does your plane touch down?" I asked him.
"My flight arrives at around 7:30 am," he replied.
"I can book a room for that weekend," I suggested.
"That would be great. I can't wait to see you," he said.
"I'll be nice to see you, too," I said.

I have booked a weekend for us. We are both looking forward to our mini staycation.

A spanking to come

When my guy and I are apart, we like having phone sex through Skype.

"I like spanking you and seeing how red your butt gets," he admitted.
"I like when you spank me and tell me that I am a bad girl, even though I'm not," I replied.
"No, you are always my bad girl," he insisted.
"That's not true. When were saw each other for two weeks, I was a good girl because you didn't spank me," I noted.
"I will rectify all that when I return," he said.
"I will have to hide all the paddles," I pointed out.
"I can always use my hand to spank your bare butt," he replied.

I can't wait for him to return and spank me.

Sweet and horny

It goes without saying that whenever my guy is on the road, he misses me. I feel the same way when he is away.

We have a six-hour time difference, which isn't too bad. My guy doesn't deal with jet lag well, though. He becomes hornier when he is trying to adjust his biological clock.

On Sunday, he called me.

"Hey, sweetie," I answered.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked me.
"I'm good, thanks. You?" I reciprocated.
"I'm good, too. I'm about to go to bed, so I thought that I'd call you," he admitted.
"Are you hard?" I asked him.
"I'm very hard," he noted. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too. When are you not hard?" I asked him.
"When I'm not thinking of you," he said.

He's sweet and horny. It's a nice combination.

Orgasm at the office

Before my guy had to leave the office and head to the airport, we hugged in our intimate meeting room. It felt good being in his arms, as always. We kissed, which made me melt.

My guy caressed my breasts.

"Hard nipples," he said, touching and observing.
"Look who I'm in the room with," I said.
"I can say the same about you," he replied.
"That's my butt," I remarked, as he helped himself to groping my right buttock.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked rhetorically.

His hand moved to my crotch. I was horny. Moments later, tightly hugging him, I came.

"Thank you. You're sweet," I said, giving him a kiss.
"I always want to make you feel good, as you deserve it," he said, kissing my forehead.

A minute later, we walked out of the meeting room to the elevators. I wished him a safe flight. He headed downstairs to his car. I headed upstairs to try and work.

Purple nail polish and lust on my guy's part

On Monday, my guy looked at my left hand and reached out to hold it in his. He loves looking at my nails.

"I love the purple nail polish that you have on. Your nails always look perfect to me," he said.
"Thanks, sweetie," I replied, accepting his compliment.

On Friday, as I was driving home from work, he called me. He is doing well in Cairo, but misses me. The feeling is definitely mutual.

"I keep thinking about your freshly manicured nails," he admitted.
"You're being sweet," I replied.
"I really like that colour. I wish that your hands with your nice manicure would give me a handjob," he noted.
"When you're back home in two weeks, I'd be happy to give you one and more," I replied.

He was happy. I was, too.

Early for breakfast - getting to the truth with a kiss

My guy asked me on Monday whether I wanted to grab some breakfast. I had already eaten, so I wasn't hungry.

"It's strange that you have time to have breakfast with me. Normally, you're running late when you head to the airport," I pointed out.
"I've changed. It's the new me," he said boldly.
"There isn't a full moon. You love sleeping in. I don't buy it," I said to him.
"Here's the truth," he explained.
"Ah, ha! I knew it!" I exclaimed, which made him smile.
"My friend needed a ride downtown, so I woke up early and now I'm here with you," he said.

He had finished eating his fried egg breakfast sandwich. He walked over to dispose of the wrapper, but ended up groping my breasts and kissing me down my neck before getting to the garbage recepticle.

After getting rid of his sandwich wrapper, he approached me from my left and kissed me. I love when he does that.

"You look especially cute and sexy this morning," he said, sitting down.
"You're pretty good to look at on a Monday, too," I noted.

I like when he stops by the office, especially to perk up a mundane Monday.

Cheesecake and generosity

I have decent team members on my team.

A colleague, who is my mini-me as far as work ethic goes, has a birthday coming up. I suggested that I get a cheesecake to celebrate within our team. I had visited this bakery a month ago and loved what I had sampled. The catch is that this bakery is five minutes away from where she lives. For me, it would take me an hour to get there.

She offered to pick up a cheesecake for our team to celebrate a couple of milestones. I had a coupon and gave it to her. The discount was for one cheesecake. She bought two after hearing my raving about it. The bakery gave her the discount on both cheesecakes. Nice!

"Excellent! I'm glad you got a discount on both," I texted her.
"Me, too. It was a start-the-car moment... lol," she replied.
"Let me know how much I owe you," I noted.
"Nah, don't worry about it. You always bring stuff in," she replied.

I'm glad that I'm rubbing off on the team. It was a kind gesture on her part.

Caressing and kissing a freshly shaved head

My guy called me again. He had bought breakfast at an eatery downstairs in our office building. He also gave me exact directions on which room he was in. It was impressive.

His instructions were perfect. I walked into the room.

"I followed the fried egg scent and came on in," I replied.
"I'm glad you did," he said, smiling at me.

I couldn't help but to caress his head.

"It's freshly shaved for you," he said, liking my touch.
"I love it," I replied, and tenderly kissed his head.
"Thank you, sweetie," he said.
"It makes me happy," I said, drawing a happy face on his head.

I have missed him so much. The feeling was mutual.

Teleconference vs. my guy's call

Every Monday, I have a conference call at 08:00. This past Monday, I had a different meeting, but at the same bat time. I drove into work on the call.

I had about ten minutes left of this conference call. My guy called me on my cell phone. I had to decline it. He was determined to reach me, so he called me again. I had to take it.

"Hey, do you realize that you are interrupting my conference call?" I said.
"I'm sorry. I'm driving into work. Are you there?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am. Can I call you back in five minutes or so?" I asked.
"Sure. Take your time," he replied.

Well, I ended our call and tried to resume my conference call. I couldn't reconnect. It was frustrating, as I didn't know what the final outcome was. I called my guy back.

"I couldn't get back into the call, so it's a mystery to me what was decided," I noted.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just wanted to hear you voice and see you before I fly off," he said.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Cairo," he replied.
"That's pretty short notice," I indicated.
"Yes. I just found out about it on Friday. I'm gone for nearly three weeks. Did you want to do breakfast?" he asked.
"That's a long time. I already ate, but thanks," I replied.
"I'll call you when I fetch some breakfast and take it upstairs," he said.
"Sounds good. Drive safely and I'll see you soon," I replied.
"See you," he said.

Mondays are generally blah. Seeing him always perks me up, even though things weren't exactly smooth on this particular morning.

Birthday spanking dream

I had a wonderful dream last night. My guy spanked me on my birthday.

It's interesting that we tend to be apart on each other's birthday. There was only one time a couple of years ago where we spent my guy's birthday in Seattle. It was particularly special.

I loved my dream. He bent me over a wooden table. He carefully pulled down my panties and lifted up my short skirt. He then used the wooden paddle that he bought me to spank me.

I got a smack for each year that I have been fortunate to be on this planet. I got a couple of smacks for good measure. My bare backside was rosy red. I was happy. He was, too.

It'll be nice to replicate this dream in real life this year.

Fifty Shades Freed on DVD... I can't wait!

The digital release of Fifty Shades Freed came out in late April. My willpower kicked in and I decided not to buy it. Instead, I am waiting for the DVD version, which generally gives you access to stream it online.

I will probably do what I did with Fifty Shades Darker, which is to buy the Target version. I have a way to buy it in the States and have it shipped to Canada. That DVD version has more behind-the-scene exclusives. I can't wait to order it!

I recently found this outtake photo from Twitter. I have no idea who to credit, but thanks to whomever for sharing this photo. I love it!

Windy day with consequences

Toronto and its suburbs experienced strong winds on Friday afternoon. My colleagues and I went out for lunch just before noon. It was breezy. Roughly 1.5 hours later, we left the restaurant and the winds had picked up.

When I left work at 17:00, I had difficulty pushing the door to get out of the building. A bit of fear washed over me. I didn't want to be stuck at work. I basically put as much weight as I could leaning on the door. Eventually, I got out after trying for a minute.

I saw a bunch of debris blow everywhere as I drove home. The most frightening part was seeing a thin sign blow in front of my car. I sadly drove over it. I checked my car and didn't see any damage.

Traffic was horrific. Many street lights weren't working. I took a longer route home. I actually cut through Brampton. Many traffic officers were guiding traffic under such windy conditions.

Driving home, there were a couple of huge trees that had fallen. On a residential street roughly two minutes away by car from my home, it had blocked my entire driving lane. I had to move to the oncoming lane to get by.

I finally figured out that Toronto had winds gusting to 118 km/h. Wow. Simply insane.

Power was and may still be out in many neighbourhoods. I hope that everyone is safe.

Black smoke from my laptop charger

I have owned a universal laptop charger for roughly seven years. I had to retire it the other day.

On Wednesday morning, I had a teleconference at 08:00. I took the call on my laptop, with it plugged in and charging.

Just before the call ended, I noticed that there was black smoke coming from the charger. Some of the wires were exposed and touching, which caused the black casing around it to slowly burn. Naturally, I unplugged everything and used another charger.

On my call, the moderator said the following,

"Cutiebootie, do you have anything to add? Are you still on the call?"

I was, but needed to attend to this small incident that was thankfully just that. I unmuted my mic, said what I had to say, and our meeting came to a close.

It's good that it wasn't a video conference. The last thing I wanted folks to see was my laptop going up in smoke!

Weather fluctuations causes wardrobe confusion

These temperature swings are maddening! Last Saturday, it was 7°C as a high with rain. On Wednesday, I went out for a break during the day, as I work from home. The temperature reached a high of 27°C.

I am confused as to how I should dress. On the weekend, I had a light winter puffy jacket, a winter hat, mitts, and Sherpa-lined shoes. On Wednesday, i went outside in a short-sleeved t-shirt, lightweight jeans, no socks, and sneakers.

It's almost like we skipped spring. Weird!

If jokes are neither clever, nor funny, I get spanked

One of many things that my guy and I have in common is a sense of humour. My guy is better at puns than I am, although he would say that I'm too hard on myself.

He cracked a bad pun the other day. It's not unusual.

"That pun was clever, but horrible," I pointed out, laughing.
"I'm glad that you laughed. Normally, I need to tickle you," he noted.

Sometime, he playfully makes me admit that his jokes or puns are clever and funny. If I don't, he'll playfully tickle or spank me. It's fun for both of us.

Kissing from the beginning

Last night, when I was slowly drifting asleep, I remembered a kissing moment that my guy and I had early in our relationship.

We were in the treehouse. We were kissing for a bit, which is always enjoyable.

"I enjoy kissing you. Can I show you how I like kissing you?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied.

He first kissed my cheek. He then kissed the corner of my mouth and inched his way over with kisses until his full lips met mine.

It's interesting, but we have varied our kisses since then that I completely forgot about this moment until it resurfaced out of the blue.

My guy enjoys when I kiss him unexpectedly. Perhaps I'll need to resurrect his way of kissing soon.