Saturday, June 30, 2018

Vacation and pending punishments

My vacation has started. I'm glad that I decided to stay at a different hotel in the same city in which my guy resides. It's nice.

I feel like I am on vacation. The floor lights automatically sense that I am about to enter the bathroom and greet me by lighting up. The TV is ridiculously crisp and large. The shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and soap are luxurious. The couch is all leather. Wow!

My guy has returned from his trip. We had this chat before he left two weeks ago:
"I got my car's licence sticker renewed for another couple of years," I had indicated.
"I know that I did back in March. I don't recall whether I stuck the sticker on my licence plate," he remarked.
Today, we both looked at his car. He has been driving with an outdated sticker for three months.
"If I did that, you would bend me over the car, pull down my shorts and panties, and spank me for forgetting," I noted.
"True," he replied, grinning.
"What should I do to you then?" I asked.
"How about giving me a blowjob?" he replied.
It's funny how our punishments are pleasurable.

Friday, June 29, 2018

Hinting at being punished

I like how fun conversations between my guy and I become:
"I am looking forward to being on vacation. It's nice to be a tourist," I said.
"I agree. I can't wait to be with you," he said.
"I have ideas on where we can go. It's a question of packing everything in, including our favourite liquidation place," I noted.
"Yes, it's a must," he agreed.
"I love being trampled over by aggressive money-saving people," I pointed out.
"Someone likes punishment," he observed.
"I like a different form of that, done by a good-looking guy," I replied.
"All in good time, my dear," he said cheerfully.
"Yay!" I exclaimed.
We miss each other. He returns home in a couple of days.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

My sleepyhead and jet lag

My guy doesn't handle timezones well.
"How are you?" I asked him.
"Sleepy. I sleep all the time. On the weekend, I slept in till 5 pm," he confessed.
"It must be the change in time and maybe weather," I said.
"It could be. I sleep in class, too. I tell my students to do an exercise, and I go to sleep. I wake up, ask if they are done, and go back to sleep," he said.
That's my sweet jet-lagged guy. Luckily, he returns home on Saturday.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Feeling exhausted from work and not hearing my alarm go off

It has been a crazy few days at work. We have been working towards a major software release.

My small team of three finished our work on Monday. So we thought.

I was so exhausted that I didn't hear my first alarm go off at 07:45 on Tuesday morning. It's unusual for me to not hear my alarm. My second alarm at 08:00 went off. Thankfully, I heard that one.

I had a teleconference at 08:00. I logged on using my phone, rather than taking ten minutes to log in on my laptop. Thank goodness this teleconference was rescheduled.

Anyway, there was a pressing issue with broken links in our content. I don't own this content. Another writer, who was up at the same hour and is responsible for said content, was on a conference call. She isn't as pick-up-and-go as my team is. I just did the update. My mini-me helped with the other part of the task, which took up most of the morning.

My team rocks. We are also exhausted.

We just got word an hour ago that the software release was successful. Yay!

Now, I simply need to get through this week. My going on vacation is within reach.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Reflections - ex-hubby's birthday and love for my guy

Today is my ex-hubby's birthday. It's strange that he has been out of my life for several years now. Yet, I still remember dates that I should forget.

Our wedding anniversary was June 5th. I thought about it briefly earlier this month. I remember how happy I was that day. Sadly, things did not work out.

He died over three years ago. It seems longer. He died too soon. However, I am at peace.

He wasn't upfront and honest with me during the first few years that we dated. That foundation of our relationship was cracked right off the bat.

I am in a much better place with my guy. I am thankful that he dropped into my life. He is my best friend and the love of my life.

It's true that through rough times, happier times ultimately prevail.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Gift ideas, including tea and a birthday spanking

Whenever my guy travels on business, he tends to ask this question:
"What would you like me to bring back?" he asked.
"That's a good question," I replied.
It's a good thing that I have been to Istanbul before. I asked him for tea. Specifically, there is this instant apple tea that I like.

While we were having lunch, I did a quick search on my phone and found the photo. I showed him. He knew exactly what I was referring to. He also knows me well that I am a huge tea drinker.

I am less than a week away from going on vacation. I will be in my guy's neck of the woods for most of it. It's a staycation that I am looking forward to.
"What would you like for your birthday?" he asked me.
"The usual that I ask for each year. I want you and a birthday spanking," I replied.
"You already have me. I can give you a birthday spanking on your birthday this year," he smiled.
"Yay!" I said joyfully.
It's rare that we spend time on each other's birthdays. Normally, he is on the road. We have spent his birthday together once, which was special. We get to reciprocate this year.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Calling to be reassured that things will be okay

After dropping off my guy at the airport, I headed home. My guy called me.
"Hey," I answered.
"Hey," he said. "I'm still at the check-in counter and the lineup is all the way to the gate."
"That's not good. Are you at the check-in counter to get your boarding pass or the baggage drop-off area?" I asked.
"I'm waiting to drop my luggage off," he said. "The wait is ridiculous."
"It's okay. You still have 45 minutes. You'll make it," I reassured him.
"I hope so," he said.
"I know that you will," I said.
"Are you still on the road?" he asked me.
"Yes. I decided not to do highway 401. It's pretty bad. I'm going to backroad it home," I explained.
"That sounds like a plan. You drive safely, okay?" he said.
"I will. Safe travels and I'll talk to you soon," I said back.
I like when we calls me to get some reassurance that everything will be okay. It's nice to hear from him just before he flies off.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Searching for a piece of my contact lens in my eye

I have been wearing contact lenses since my last year of my undergraduate studies. My experience cleaning and wearing them spans a couple of decades.

You would think that I have seen everything (no pun intended). Well, something new happened to me on Friday morning.

I did my usual routine of taking each contact lens out of my case filled with solution. I put my left lens in. I blinked. The lens immediately came out of my eye. It had split.

I was missing a chunk of it. My left eye felt fine. However, I had a feeling that it was still in my eye.

Naturally, I did a quick scan. I didn't see anything. I tried placing my finger over my eyelid and pushing down gently. I got nothing.

I could then feel something when I moved my eyeball left and right. I decided to gently cup water in my hand and dunk my eye in it. I did it several times.

Finally, I blinked my left eye and the remaining contact lens piece came out. Yay!

This experience was unexpected. I'm just glad that the missing contact lens puzzle piece has finally been solved.

Friday, June 22, 2018

Lifting heavy items and being dealt with later

I drove my guy to the airport on Saturday. I typically park briefly at the terminal, we get out of the car with my guy's stuff, we kiss and hug, and he is off to check in.

It was a bit different this time. I parked at an angle because the woman in front would not pull up. Oh, well.

My guy went to get a cart. He had his luggage, computer bag, and a box full of training manuals.

He always insists that I don't injure my back by leaving his stuff alone. However, it was pretty easy to get the first two items from my backseat. I had to leave the box in my car's trunk.

He came back with the cart and looked at me.
"How many times I have told you to look cute and not lift a finger?" he said, playfully disapproving of my efforts.
"I'm goody girl," I replied.
"No, you're baddy girl. I need to deal with you when I return," he said.
I like when he threatens to punish me.

We embraced and kissed. I wished him a safe flight. He said to drive safely home. We then headed our separate ways.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Trying to get the keys to his car while he is away

It was time to leave the treehouse, get into my car, and drive my guy to the airport. Luckily, I had sobered up. He was getting out of dopey mode.
"You can give me your keys and I will take care of your car while you are away," I said.
"That's okay," he said, sobering up himself.
"That's so mean. I made you happy and am driving you to the airport. I get rewarded without driving your car?" I teased.
I held his hand. He liked that better and squeezed mine.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Dentist, dry mouth, and Internet connection problems... fun!

On Tuesday, I had a dentist appointment at 9 am. I had pointed out to my team that I would be away for roughly 1.5 hours and then would continue working from home.

I typically have a one-on-one meeting with my manager every other Tuesday at 10:30 am. He sent me an e-mail, asking if he needed to reschedule. I said no, which should have been implied that I would make it home in time.

My regular teeth-cleaning and exam appointment has been fairly uneventful for a few years now. Sure, I have had three different hygienists (not my fault), but my teeth not having any issues have been the constant.

Sure enough, my appointment was over just after 10 am. I drove to Starbucks to get an iced black tea, and then drove home. I was home well before 10:30 am.

I have dry mouth. I am not sure whether I have mentioned it in my blog, but I have had it for over a decade. Going to the dentist makes the condition worse for a bit, as you have your mouth open for most of the appointment and the suction tool that is used doesn't make things better! It's the usual thirty-minute wait after you have your fluoride rinse where you can drink anything.

By the time I got my drink, I could consume it. Yay!

Anyway, I got home and noticed that my connections to various servers on my laptop had died. I also didn't have wifi on my phone. Sure enough, my modem-router needed to be rebooted. I knew that I would be down when 10:30 am hit.

I have our corporate messaging app on my phone. I dialled into my meeting that way, so I was on time.

My manager is constantly late. Today, I hoped that he truly was late. Someone was on my side. He was late by fifteen minutes.

I rebooted my laptop. My wifi was up and running. All was well. I dialled in through my laptop, which was essential for me to share information on my screen with him.

My manager finally got to the office and dialled in. He asked again whether we should reschedule. I said no. We could do our meeting in thirty minutes.

The last one-on-one meeting was horrific. He was in a foul mood. Today, he was much better. He said that there should be more employees like me. I took that compliment, as it is rare for him to dish it out. I hope that he stays nice for a while.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Orgasms, ejaculation, and treehouse fun

My guy and I arrived at the office and parked. He is incredibly boyish at times.
"Could you drive me to the airport?" he asked me, looking at my car's trunk that I had opened.
"Of course," I said, with both of us knowing that we'd spend more time together.
He had three items to transport to my car. One was a box with his training materials. Another was his suitcase. The third was his computer rolling bag.

My car is smaller than his tank of a car. We agreed that we'd use his car as the treehouse and loaded everything in my car's trunk and backseat.

We got into my guy's car. It was a warm day -- summer-like in temperature. I asked if he could open the windows. He did.

We hugged. We kissed. I was wearing shorts. He hugged my bare legs and caressed them.
"You have the sexiest legs that I have ever seen," he commented.
"You're sweet, as usual," I replied.
We snugged up to each other. I caressed his chest over his blue shirt.
"I love your chest," I said.
"I love yours, too," he replied, groping my right breast, which made me laugh.
He played with me. He ran his hands up and down my legs. He eventually found out how wet I was. He fingered me until I came. I loved it, as usual.

I wanted to give him a handjob. He let his hard cock out for me to hold and play with. He likes pleasing me so much that he made me orgasm again while I was trying to make him cum.

Eventually, I did successful make him ejaculate. It helps that I like telling him stories. He came pretty fast.
"I remember when we were in Istanbul and were heading to the train. We were on an escalator. I went to grab your hand and got your balls instead," I said.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"You gave the impression that it was bad for me to do that in public. Secretly, you wanted me to play with you there," I said.
"That's true," he said, getting harder by the minute.
"You like f*cking me. If you wanted to at 2 am, you'd wake me up and say so," I noted.
"I'd love that," he replied.
"I need to sleep next to you naked. That way, when you want to have me, you can instantly," I said.
With that little story, he came all over my hand and thigh. It was great.

We cleaned up. My guy bend over to start the car. I admired his bare butt and groped it.
"Ooh, butt! I love eye candy," I replied.
It was a good day together.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Having lunch, being groped, and enjoying a kiss

My guy and I are predictable when we have lunch or dinner at the closest Chinese restaurant by our workplace. It was no different on Saturday when we were there for lunch.

I got spicy garlic chicken. He got ginger beef. Both came with steamed rice. Our food was yummy, as always.

We had a wonderful time chatting and laughing. I shared with him that I am going for a week-long business trip in August. He has been there once roughly five years ago, so I got some travel pointers from him.

After we were done having lunch, we left the restaurant. I grabbed his hand and we ran little circles with our thumbs as we held hands. It was reminiscent of the first time that we ever held hands.
"I like that you have cool hands. They are perfect when it feels like summer. It cools me down," I noted.
"Yes, I don't have icy cold hands that make you cringe," he said, smiling.
"You are probably annoyed that my body heat is running high," I noted.
"You're hot, so it makes sense," he said sweetly.
He walked me to my car first, which was closer. I went to unlock my car. His right hand grabbed my left buttock. He groped it often, which aroused me.
"What happens if someone sees you grabbing my butt?" I asked him.
"That person would probably agree with me that a cute girl like you likes your butt groped. You're attractive," he said.
We kissed. It was a nice, tender kiss. The sun was out and about, which made the kiss special.

We separated for a bit. We had to drive back to the office in our cars, load his luggage in my car, and have a bit of treehouse time before heading off to the airport.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Driving, delays, and lunch

Saturday came and went. I anticipated seeing my guy, I did, and he is off on a plane.

He called me at noon.
"I'm about thirty minutes from the restaurant," he said.
"You're early. I'm just heading out the door," I said.
"That's good. See you soon," he said.
I can tell when he is eager to see me. He is known to be late. Today, we reversed roles.

I decided not to take the toll highway, but the regular one. I realize why I like the toll. It took forever to get to the restaurant. On top of that, my fuel light decided to let me know that my car's fuel tank was running low. I went to fill my car up.

My guy called me a couple of minutes after 13:00, which was the time that we had agreed to meet. He knows how punctual I am.
"How far away are you from the restaurant?" he asked me.
"I just pasted the office. I'm about two minutes away. Sorry for the delay. Traffic on the highway was horrendous and I had to fuel up my car," I pointed out.
"It's okay. Take your time," he said.
I arrived at the restaurant and parked. I then walked up to my guy, who was sitting in his car with the door wide open.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he replied, getting out.
"You look summery," he said, looking at my Snoopy t-shirt, shorts, and sandals.
"It's warm, so I thought it would be a good look," I said, caressing his nicely shaved head.
We headed towards the restaurant. We were both hungry for lunch.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

A quick change for lunch... pho sure!

On Friday, I went out with my small team for lunch. We had originally thought about going to Dairy Queen.

When we approached the restaurant, I looked at a sign that indicated that there was pho. All three off us were curious. We decided to try that restaurant out instead. Both restaurants are in the same plaza.

You know what? The pho was amazing. It was all about the broth. So good!

I like how we can easily change our plans and no one is stressed out. It's nice.

Friday, June 15, 2018

A call to set up a lunch date

During the intermission between bands the other night, I remembered that I needed to forward a work e-mail to my guy. He works from home and only comes to the office when he needs to.

He is travelling this weekend and will be away on business for two weeks. I had to let him know that the parking lot is going through a ton of construction at work, which is outlined in the forwarded e-mail.

I also told him that I was in his neck of the woods with my manager the following day to conduct student interviews for the upcoming work term.

On Tuesday, I participated in these interviews. At around 15:30, my cell phone rang. I didn't pick it up in time. My guy had called.

I immediately called him back. I was in a room with my manager, so I couldn't be too mushy.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said. "Am I interrupting your interviews?" he asked me.
"Our last candidate is writing a test, so your timing is perfect. How are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm good. How about you?" he asked me back.
"I'm hanging in there," I replied.
"Just letting you know that my trip is confirmed. I fly out on Saturday at 16:00," he said.
"Cool. Can we do lunch?" I asked him.
"Sure. How about 13:00?" he asked.
"Perfect," I replied.
"I'll let you go, so you continue to grill," he teased.
"I don't grill!" I said.
He's sweet and thoughtful. I like when he calls me. It made my day.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Concert and achiness

On Monday night, I went to see a concert in the heart of downtown Toronto. It was amazing. I was on my feet for nearly three hours, dancing, cheering, and singing.

I tend to park several blocks away from the concert venue. Let's just say that I got a pretty good workout that night.

The band was amazing. The music was great, as expected. I had a great time.

Naturally, with all that dancing and walking, my legs were achy. Yep, I'm getting old.

It was well worth the pain to go see this band play live.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Beer and food festival, and busy days ahead

On Saturday, my friend and I met up at my home. We decided to take one car to head over to a festival that celebrated craft beer and food truck goodness.

I offered to drive. It was nice to catch up. We spent about three hours at the festival. I got bitten by bugs a couple of times. I know that they aren't mosquitoes, as those bites tend to swell up a ton. These bugs were probably something else. I'm itchy, I have small bumps, but I'm okay.

After we were done at the festival, we went shopping. I don't recommend walking that much in one day. We had a lot of energy and had fun. My legs were somewhat achy before I hit the sack and they needed a rest!

We went to an East Indian restaurant for dinner. It was a buffet, but we both don't eat plates upon plates of food. We go for the variety of curries, salads, and more. It was great to have yummy food and chat some more.

Sadly, all good weekends must come to an end. These next few days will be busy. I have a concert and a brief road trip for work. At least this week is interesting!

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Quick thoughts before hitting the sack

I had a wonderful time catching up with my friend on Saturday. We walked so much. My legs are achy!

I'll write more in my next post. I just wanted to check in and say that it was great sampling craft beer, eating various yummy goodies, and shopping with her.

I'm off to turn in with a smile on my face.

Saturday, June 09, 2018

Being mushy after looking at a photo of me

The weekend is here! I am spending part of my weekend with a dear friend. We are going to the beer and food truck festival. It's always nice to catch up with her.

My guy misses me. The feeling is always mutual.

We had this conversation:
"I like your profile pic on LinkedIn," he said.
"Thanks. You should. You took it," I reminded him.
"Yes, that's true. The subject makes the photo," he said.
"You're oozing sweetness again," I commented.
"When I miss you, it comes out naturally," he admitted.
"I like when you're mushy," I noted.
"You're worth it," he said.
I like when he's in mushy mode.

Thursday, June 07, 2018

I'm a winner!

Little things that brighten my day and even month balance out the craziness at work these days. They are definitely encouraged!

There was a contest over a week ago to win tickets to a craft beer and food truck festival. Why not enter it? It was hosted on Instagram, which required reposting the image, tagging a couple of places, and mentioning the festival.

The good news is that I won a pair of tickets! So, I am going to this festival with a dear friend of mine this weekend.

It's funny, but my friend saw my repost and asked whether we could get together that very day. She wasn't sure if I had completely planned to go, regardless of the contest.

Perhaps I am more optimistic than she is. She said that, "If you don't win, we can go someplace else."

When I won, I tagged her and said, "We're going to the festival!"

Most of the time, I won't put my heart into the whole winning thing. When you don't win, the disappointment hurts less that way. For some reason, I had a good feeling about winning these tickets. Luck was on my side.

Wednesday, June 06, 2018

Playfully confusing my guy

It's fun being playful. My guy and I were cuddling in bed when we had this conversation.
"I'm a good girl, right?" I asked him.
"No, you are a bad girl," I said.
"That's not right. I'm a good girl," I said.
"No. It's one reason why I spank you," he admitted.
"So, I'm a bad girl and you spank me because I'm not good," I said, working it out.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"I'm good at not being a bad girl," I said.
"Yes," he said.
Silence. I smiled.
"I mean no," he corrected himself.
"I'm good," I said happily.
"You are good at confusing me," he said, hugging me tightly.
"I'm a good girl," I confirmed.
It's easy not to be sharp after both of us are in a dopey state of mind.

Tuesday, June 05, 2018

Weezer covers Toto's "Africa"

I love 80's music. It's my decade.

In grade 9, our junior band played Toto's "Africa" for our Christmas concert. I loved that song, even though I practiced it to death on my clarinet.

I was thrilled the other day to learn that Weezer has covered the song. The band has done justice to it. Normally, I prefer the original. I still do, but I like Weezer's cover so much that I have been playing it practically nonstop since I discovered it.

Long live 80's music!

Monday, June 04, 2018

Travel and memories while cuddling

I enjoy when my guy and I cuddle. We have the best conversations, whether we are alert or dopey.
"I am probably going on another business trip soon. It's not confirmed just yet," he said to me.
"Cool. Where are you off to?" I asked him.
"Istanbul. If all goes well, I'd be leaving in the middle of June for a couple of weeks," he said.
"Would you be staying at the same hotel that we were at?" I asked.
"Probably," he said.
"I liked that hotel. I remember the last day when you were shaving your head. You had shaving cream on your head, and you were wearing white slippers and a white bathrobe," I reminisced.
"I looked like a snowman?" he asked.
"Nope. You looked like an angel, except we know that you're not," I said, smirking.
"You're my sweet angel," he said.
He held me tight and kissed me. It was heavenly.

Sunday, June 03, 2018

Second spanking and playful nibbling

As of late, my guy likes giving me a second spanking. I have told him in the past that I love feeling like I am extra bad. Having layers fo clothing removed when I am spanked gets me highly aroused. It's a similar effect with a second spanking.

We were cuddling and chatting in bed. Somehow, our conversation led to my guy spontaneously spanking me.

He lifted my skirt up and started to spank me with his bare hand. It was fun. My butt was still sore from the earlier hard spanking.
"It'll be better if I pull down your panties," he said, doing so and spanking me some more.
"You're so mean," I said, enjoying the moment.
"I love spanking a bad girl like you," he noted.
He playfully nibbled on my hard right nipple. I loved all of it.

We cuddled some more, with my guy rubbing my sore bare backside.

Saturday, June 02, 2018

Handjob and cleaning

While cuddling, my guy asked me a question.
"Where's the handjob that you promised me?" he asked.
"I'm ready," I said, moving my hand down to his erect member. "You are, too."
He pulled down his boxer briefs. I was happy to wrap my hand around his hard cock and started jerking him off.
"Do you like to be with bad girls like me?" I asked him.
"Yes, a lot," he replied.
"If we were on your flight home, you could f*ck me from behind in the bathroom, right?" I asked.
"Definitely. We would fit just fine and we would cum together," he said.
"If we were in the taxi from the airport to the hotel, you would f*ck me in the backseat, wouldn't you?" I asked.
"For sure. I'd love it," he said.
Moments later, he ejaculated all over my hand. I get great satisfaction making him cum.
"I'm going to get a towel. Don't move," I said, which made him laugh.
The best part of being in a hotel room is cleaning up with clean towels. It's definitely better than having paper towel in the car. I cleaned up the cum and then returned to cuddling up next to him.

Friday, June 01, 2018

Punished with a leather paddle, followed by cuddles

My guy and I moved from the sofa in our hotel room to the side of the bed. My guy was unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans. I sat on the edge of the bed next him, groping his right buttock.
"I think that you should be punished for being bad, not me," I insisted, enjoying groping him.
"Nope, you're my bad girl. Bend over the bed," he said.
"I don't want to," I said, reluctantly.
As I bent over, he gave me a playful smack on my left buttock.

I had a short skirt on. He lifted it up, which exposed my black panties. The black leather paddle matched up nicely with them.

He started smacking my left buttock a few times before he moved over to my right. The smacks started to sting after the first twenty.
"You're mean to my bottom," I said. "It hurts."
"Good," he replied. "Did you bring the wooden paddle?"
"No," I said.
"That's a reason to spank you harder," he insisted, doing just that.
"That hurts a lot!" I exclaimed.
"Where did you leave the wooden paddle?" he asked, continuing the paddling.
"I left it in my car," I said. "I can't be expected to bring everything because you're lazy."
"What, I'm going to go fetch it?" he asked.
"Yes," I challenged.
He pulled down my panties. I became completely aroused. I love when he does it. I know that I have been his bad girl.

The smacks were hard. He paused to run his hand from the back of my ankle to my thigh, and then went in the oppose direction down my right leg. He loves my bare legs.

He continued to paddle me across my bare butt.
"I love how red your butt is," he said, admiring the view.
He teased me by fingering my wet pussy, which made me want to orgasm. He then gave me a few smacks and did it again. He's my Mr. Meanie.

Eventually, he fingered me and made me reach orgasm hard. It was amazing.

He went to wash up. I pulled myself onto the king bed and rested there.

He came over and chuckled. He joined me in bed and cuddled.
"My butt is sore," I said.
"Good," he said.
He kissed me on my forehead as we continued to cuddle. I love a good start to the weekend.