Startled dreaming about my ex and being taken for granted at work

After a fairly long day working from home, I took a nap. I had been up since 06:45.

I had a dream about my guy kissing me on the lips and holding me like he used to. I woke up startled. I was in a slight panic.

It was a dream. I was relieved.

At first, I thought that the dream signalled that I missed him in my life. It wasn't that. I miss being affectionate with someone who will reciprocate. These days, I hug my stuffed purple sheep and penguin. It's not the same, but I am comforted by them.

Work continues to be stressful. I realize that I have some colleagues who take me for granted. I actually shut a person down because he was whining over a change that I had made to correct the version syntax that he got wrong. Apparently, I am supposed to let the world know about his mistake. He found it a pain to send everyone a revised hyperlink. I told him that my team is busy building documentation builds and pushing out a major release, which finally silenced him. He isn't a quarter as busy as I am.

My incompetent member continues to show me that she is a horrible listener and can't do tasks on her own. I don't understand why I end up with idiots on my team.

Press-on nails and affection

A year ago, a colleague got me into press-on nails. They have gel adhesive. They can also be filed down to size and shape. They typically last between one and two weeks.

I bought three packs and have only used them once. I decided to give them a try again. I like them.

I learned from my first experience that I need to start with short nails. This time was much better!

My guy looked at my nails. He liked them so much that he immediately grabbed my hand, looked at my hand and nails again, and gave my hand a loving squeeze.

I like that he loves my hands, with or without press-on nails.

Affectionate chomping and nibbling

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Teasing over the phone while driving

My guy likes when I tease him.

"I'm about two minutes from home. How about you?" he asked me over the phone.
"I'm roughly five minutes away," I said.
"That's good. Continue to drive safely," he said.
"I know why you called me. You were thinking of someone whom you could chat with during your long drive home and you chose me," I teased.
"Is that what you think?" he said, mildly outranged.
"No, you're just being your thoughtful, sweet self to see how I am. I love teasing you," I admitted.
"You're welcome to tease me all you like. I love it," he replied.

I'm glad that he does.

Polite, sweet guy

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch. The roads were in pretty good condition. However, the plaza had a ton of slush and ice.

My guy parked and noticed that there were puddles everywhere. He insisted on driving me to the front door of the restaurant. It was a sweet, kind gesture.

I waited for him to park and walk over to the Chinese restaurant. We he got there, I tugged on the right door. It was locked. I tried the left one. Same thing. I then looked at the sign that was taped to the glass. The restaurant was closed due to flooding from the ice storm. Oh, no!

Luckily, this plaza has a number of eateries. We tried an Afghani restaurant. I have been there a number of times, but he hadn't.

The pavement was slippery. My guy immediately reached for my hand as we walked over. I love that he always wants to make sure that I am okay.

We walked in and ordered. He got the beef kofta with salad and a pita. I went with the grilled chicken skewer with rice, salad, and a pita. I asked that the salad dressing be held.

We found a booth and sat down. We chatted until our number was called, which was 13. It finally was and we both got our food.

Sadly, I had salad dressing on my salad. The dressing has dairy and I am borderline lactose-intolerant.

My guy was not thrilled. He took my tray of food back and asked for a dressing-free salad. He is truly my knight in shining armour. He came back with a new plate of non-dairy food. I was a happy camper.

It was a good lunch. He liked the food, so we now have two places to have lunch at.

After we were done, my guy decided to fetch his car and had me wait outside. He was exceptionally sweet and I told him so.

"I would do anything for you. It's easy," he admitted.
"I love when you are so naturally sweet," I pointed out.
"You're an attractive woman. You deserve being treated well," he said, being mushy.

I love him. I reached for his hand and held it lovingly as he drove us back to the office.

Ordering lunch for each other and being affectionate

On Monday, our lunch date was a bit rushed. It was still nice to be with my guy.

While my guy was driving us over to the restaurant, he looked over at my thighs.

"Your pants are very purple," he remarked.
"Yes. I have two pairs of purple pants, in case these ones bite the dust," I said.
"I like them," he said, placing his hand on my left thigh as he continued driving.

At the restaurant, we knew exactly what the other person wanted to have for lunch. It was to the point where he got my meal and I got his when our meals were being served! He likes the ginger beef. I like the spicy garlic chicken.

Knowing that we wanted to order shaved a lot of our typical waiting time.

The unfortunate part was that I didn't have a chance to caress his nicely shaved head. At least we got to hug and hold hands during our entire lunch date.

It's nice when he is in the office. We seem like high school sweethearts.

Parting and pouting kisses

When my guy and I go out separate ways after spending some time together, it's sort of sad. We want to spend more time with each other.

"I don't want you to go," I said to him, walking him to the door.
"I don't, either," he replied.

We kissed. It was one of those long, affectionate types of kisses. Full of love. Meaningful.

Sometimes, I'll pout. He'll end up kissing my lower lip that is sticking out in the pout. I like when he does that. He's sweet.

I miss him tonight.

Kisses, orgasm, kisses... a kisses sandwich!

I found my guy's car in the parking lot. I pulled up next to it. I thought that the plan was to transfer his luggage from his car to mine, and then head to the airport.

I can always tell when my guy misses me a ton. The parking lot was full. He normally prefers to show his affectionate side in private. That habit went out the door. We hugged for a long time.

"Did you want to chat in my car?" my guy asked me.
"How much time do you have?" I asked him.
"We can chat for half an hour before you take me to the airport," he replied.

My guy didn't want to deal with the luggage. He wanted us in the car. He wanted to kiss me. I'm glad that he did. I wanted it, too.

I parked my car in a free, conveniently close spot. I then joined him in his car.

We made out. It was nice, as always. I took off his hat and caressed his perfectly uniform head.

"You are the best kisser that I have ever had," he remarked.
"You, too. I love your full lips," I replied as we both came up for air.

My guy unzipped my jacket and put his hand down my purple sweater and bra. He played with my right breast.

"Your nipple is always hard," he replied.
"I'm with you. That's why," I pointed out.

He rubbed my crotch. I was so turned on. Moments later, I came. It was good.

We kissed some more. He continued kissing my neck and shoulders. He's sweet that way.

K is for kneading my butt #AtoZchallenge

I couldn't think of a better word. My guy groping my butt is the usual way that I would describe what he does. However, I am at the letter k. So, knead, it is!

On Saturday, as we were standing in line at Starbucks, my guy was groping my left buttock. I love when he does it. It shows how affectionate he is. It also turns me on. I immediately get wet.

My guy went to grope my right buttock.

"You're phone is in your right pocket," my guy observed.
"Yes, after you let me know that you had arrived, I slipped my phone in my right back pocket," I reasoned.

I took my phone out of my right pocket. He proceeded to grope my right buttock. It was nice.

Affection, lounge hours, and Skype chats

I can always tell when my guy misses me. It all started before he left for his flight.

On Friday, after we had had lunch and some quality time, he reached for my hand and held it. I tend to be the one these days who will reach for his hand and beat him to the punch, simply because it's who I am. He reached for my hand when we were outside in gusty conditions and he wished me a safe drive home. I wished him safe travels.

When we had lunch that day, we had this conversation:

"I have two stops before I reach my destination," he remarked.
"I hope that you have time to hit a lounge, since you have reached elite status," I replied.
"I'm not sure whether that fancy lounge that we've been to will be open by the time I'm there. I am taking a redeye," he responded.
"I'm pretty sure that it's a 24-hour lounge," I replied.

I wasn't expecting him to call me just before his final flight. He did.

"Hey, the lounge was open and it was busy," he replied.
"See, I told you. Did you believe me? Nooo!" I teased.
"Yes, you were right. I had two bottles of my favourite yogurt drink," he said contently.
"That's good. There should be less whining on the plane," I remarked.
"I just had to share that with you," he told me.
"And, I have no yummy food," I teased.
"You never know. Maybe you'll be back there with me," he replied.
"I hope so. I don't have elite status!"

We actually texted on Skype till he had to put his phone away. It's always a sign that he misses me -- that he wants to talk to me as long as he can. The feeling is always mutual. It also feels good to be missed.

Having lunch at a Middle Eastern restaurant, being groped, and showing quiet signs of affection

My guy pinged me first thing on Thursday morning on our corporate instant messaging application. It is always nice to hear from him.

He asked me whether it would be okay to change our lunch plans. Two of his students wanted to have lunch with us. I was okay with the extra company, but we would lose some quiet time for ourselves.

Well, I found out later that his entire class wanted to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant for lunch. It was nice meeting his students. I especially enjoyed talking to one gentleman who lives in Dallas, but is originally from London, UK.

My guy and I sat next to each other at the restaurant. He discreetly touched the side of my thigh as we conversed with everyone. I went and caressed his leg. He hiked up his pant leg and I caressed his bare, muscular calf for quite some time while chatting with others.

The food at this restaurant was delicious. My guy and I both had beef shawarmas. I went with the platter version, whereas my guy just had the wrap. We also had hummus and pita bread.

I caressed my guy's thigh. He quietly held my hand under the table.

When our entire group was done, we went to settle the bill. My guy paid for me. He's sweet.

We then all left the restaurant. My guy and I were at the back of the pack. He discreetly and strategically groped my left buttock as we went through the first set of doors. I looked at him and smiled. He placed his hand on the small of my back. I quietly grabbed his right hand and squeezed it.

We can be affectionate without being bold. It feels good.

Kissing in an elevator to ourselves

There is something exciting and romantic about sharing a kiss in an elevator with my guy. The unfortunate part is that we kiss until we hit the third floor at the office. I shouldn't complain, though. It is a pleasure when we get to kiss in an elevator to ourselves.

My guy and I came back from lunch the other day. He parked his car. We got out and headed towards the office building.

We pressed the button. The elevator came. We were the only ones going into the elevator. Good.

The door closed. My guy cornered me. We kissed passionately, with my guy's body pressed up against mine. I wrapped my hands around his body as we kissed. I could feel his hard member up against my crotch.

"See you later," my guy said to me as the doors opened on the third floor.
"See you," I said, smiling at him.

He blew me a kiss. I waved back at him. It's the perfect way to being an afternoon at the office.

Rubbing, kissing, and hugging after work

Towards the end of my workday on Monday, I had the urge to ping my guy on our work instant messaging application.

"Are you done for the day?" I asked him.
"Yes. You?" he reciprocated.
"I am. Yay!"
"Would you like to drop by?" he asked me.
"Sure."

I'd say roughly fifteen minutes later, I went to visit him on the third floor. He was sitting in front of his computer, answering e-mails.

We chatted. We held hands. He likes when I am affectionate. I like it when he is, too.

My guy stood up and rubbed the back of my arm. He then moved towards caressing my left breast.

"You are so bad," I said to him.
"It feels good, right?" he asked rhetorically.

It has been a while since he has leaned over while he is standing and I am sitting to kiss me. It was such a sweet kiss. I caressed his head with my right hand as we kissed, with his lips being perpendicular to mine.

I reached over to caress his hard cock. He liked that. I don't normally do it, but it was a lot of fun. He asked me to do it more often. I simply replied that I am and will.

Just before we left the room to head out, my guy and I embraced and kissed some more. It's nice when we are both in the office. It makes work more bearable for both of us.

My post being listed on Chross's site, a cough needing to be tames, and affection on an escalator

Well, isn't this post a hodgepodge of topics!

Last Tuesday, after going out to an East Indian restaurant with my fellow colleagues for lunch, I didn't feel all that great. I first felt bloated, but I couldn't tell whether it was due to the food or my time of the month.

Later that evening, I felt chilled, which is rare for me. I put on various layers of clothing, which helped me warm up.

Then, the dreaded sore throat took place. It is never a good sign. Sure enough, I have a cough with its friends, mucus and phlegm. My eyelids get crusty, but it's only one eye that does each night, just before I go to bed. I sound congested when I talk. Luckily, over-the-counter medication seems to be kicking in at long last.

I do have happier news. My recent blog post on getting a sore bottom while on vacation made it on Chross's Web site. I am flattered, and it brightened up my congested state and my overall mood.

I have been resting at home for most of Sunday. I miss my guy. In a few days, he will be in Dubai for two weeks. So, we'll be in touch through Skype as often as we can.

In Istanbul, we took the metro a lot to get to various tourist destinations. Many of the metro stations that we visited had escalators and elevators. My guy would always let me on the former first. He would then stand directly behind me, either hugging me or groping my butt now and again.

We are a pretty affectionate couple. When we are going down an escalator, I can reach back and squeeze my guy's thigh while he is standing behind me.

When we were standing on the steps of an escalator going up, I reached back and forgot about what I would be reaching for. I ended up playing with my guy's nuts and bolts.

The difference between us is that I don't get embarrassed about such situations as he does. He told me later that two women on the escalator going in the opposite direction looked at us funny. I just shrugged it off. It was a miscalculation on my part. It's not like they know us. We were just wacky tourists!

I don't think that I am an exhibitionist, but I am relatively comfortable with who I am. This incident also happened in Istanbul. I had returned to the room after doing some sightseeing. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and watched TV on the bed.

Well, I felt the need to stretch, so I did so across the bed. My body was parallel to the headboard, with my feet pointing at the windows.

I had a decent nap. I woke up to the sound of banging on the glass.

I had not drawn any curtains in the room. After all, I was on floor 32 of a 33-floor hotel. I also didn't pull the sheets over me.

Sure enough, there were two window washers supposedly washing the windows right in front of me. It may have been interesting for them to see a woman wake up thanks to their work.

I didn't rush to close the blinds. I wasn't embarrassed. I ended up waking up, sitting up on the bed, looking at them, and sitting there some more until they moved down.

I told my guy this story when he came back to the room after work. He thought that they would be happy to see a pretty girl like me. However, there was nothing to see if they were looking for some show.

"It would be interesting being a window washer," my guy thought. "They have probably seen a lot."
"I could never do that," I remarked. "I'm afraid of heights."
"Me, too."

We'll just stick to being geeky, affectionate people.

Bottom caresses

It's the last day of August. How can that be? I feel like I recently stopped shovelling snow and put away my winter clothes.

Well, at least we experiencing a tiny heatwave this long Labour Day weekend, so it still feels like summer. It has been a rather cool summer temperature-wise.

I will switch the subject a bit. I came across this photo on the Internet. Sadly, I don't know who it belongs to, but I find it intriguing:

I have always loved my backside caressed, groped, touched, and, of course, spanked. I love this photo, but I don't think that we could reproduce it in real life, with both my guy and I not having strong backs. I also feel that it would work better if I were a shorter girl.

Anyway, when we are standing up, he does wrap his arms around me and hold my buttocks similar to what you see in this photo. It's nice. It's affectionate. It also turns me on.

My guy also likes when I grope his butt, too. It primarily happens when we are intimate, but sometimes I will grope him in the office where it's not advertised to the world. He loves it a lot.

With a few weeks left before the weather really gets cool, I should take advantage of wearing as many short shorts as I can, so that he can caress my bottom like that in public!

Kiss my butt... really!

I miss my guy. He is camping right now on his vacation.

It's funny when I have so many thoughts in my head that I want to write about throughout the day. Then, when it comes to actually sitting down to finally write a post, I don't know where to start!

My guy has always said that I am an affectionate person. I love to kiss and hug. I enjoy holding hands with my guy when we are walking to a store or into a restaurant. When we are sitting next to each other, I squeeze his thigh or I caress his back. I am a touchy-feely girl.

My guy is equally as affectionate. He will tenderly kiss my forehead now and again if he is walking by me while I am reading or watching TV. He will reach for my hand and kiss it. He loves to hold me in his arms. I love all of that.

From time to time, after a bare-bottomed spanking, he will caress my sore bottom. He will go one step further and either kiss my hip area or a bit lower. It's sweet. He is the first person who has ever done that.

I remember the first time that he kissed my backside, I smiled and was surprised simultaneously.

"You just kissed my butt," I remarked.
"Yes, I like it."
"I like it, too. That was very sweet."

It doesn't happen too often. When it does, it's meaningful and special to me. Not every guy would. Then again, I have no qualitative or quantitative data to back me up. Maybe I should consider such a study one of these days. It would be fun and fascinating, especially when my guy is a participant and skews the results!

R is for restraint

I feel like saying that the letter r also stands for rambling. I am unsure of where I will go with this topic, so you have been warned!

When my guy spanks or paddles me, I obediently bare my backside to take my punishment like a fairly good little girl. I find that playing the reluctant, I-don't-wanna-be-spanked girl to be just that -- pure acting and role-playing. It is a whole lot of fun!

My guy and I have talked about using restraints on my hands for a spanking. We have eventtalked about tying me up to a bed so he can play with me at his convenience. It hasn't happened yet, probably because I actually want to be spanked and punished. I won't resist it.

I do like trying to protect my getting-sore bare bottom with my hand. He will either swat my hand aside or just hold it behind my back as he continues with my spanking. I love it all.

It also takes a lot of restraint on my end to not caress his head too much in public or to be too touchy-feely. We hug, kiss, and hold hands in public. We are both affectionate people. I find his shaved head to be so attractive that there are moments where I have this incredible strong urge to caress it in public, but I have to hold back. It just seems inappropriate, especially when my guy chuckles.

My guy isn't laughing at me. He has told me countless time that he likes my touch and enjoys it when I caress his head. He just envisions what other people at other tables are seeing when he tilts his head forward and I reach out to touch it from across the restaurant table!

I have made a compromise. I will caress his head when we are in the car or have a quiet moment together in the office.

Yes, I like men with clean-shaven heads. I will leave it at that. =)

I had a good talk with my guy yesterday afternoon. He is doing well in India, but is still trying to adjust to the timezone, which is expected. He had a three-hour nap after work. And yes, he asked me a work-related question that began with by the way, which I had accurately mentioned in yesterday's post.

Maks and my guy... are they related affection-wise?

I don't normally watch Dancing with the Stars, except when it's near the end of the season. This season, I didn't watch a single show.

I do watch Live! with Kelly and Michael religiously, though. The winners and runners-up were on the show on Wednesday. Maks reminds me of my guy when it comes to affection.

Although Maks and Meryl have not said in public that they are an item, the affection that they show each other is sweet.

Maks kisses Meryl's hand a couple of times. He sweetly kisses her head, which I love when my guy does that. Maks wraps his arms around her from behind like my guy does with me. I end up touching his arms, which Meryl does with Maks.

The sweetest part? Maks is asked to take his shirt off in front of the audience. My guy would never do that! Maks asks Meryl if it would be okay. She gives him the nod -- permission -- and he does. My guy always asks if it is okay with me before he does something.

I wonder whether Maks and my guy are related. Well, maybe not... my guy doesn't have any tattoos and doesn't dance. That's okay by me. He's sweet to me and that's what counts.

I miss him. Just over two weeks seems like a long time before I see him.

Flight, hand-holding, lunch, and chatter

A week ago, my guy got off his flight from India, took a cab across the street to the office, called me from the lobby, and picked me up in front of the door, waiting to drive me to our local hangout for lunch. It was good seeing him again. He looked good, despite the long flight to get here.

I reached for his hand. We held hands as he drove us to the restaurant, chatting and laughing along the way. He has always liked how affectionate I am. He showed me how playful he can be, too.

East Indian food doesn't agree with him. He was thrilled to have Chinese food again. He ordered his favourite dish, eggplant with shrimp. He can eat eggplant all day. I just like how purple it is. I had lemon chicken.

At one point, my guy was talking about something, which made me shake my head in disbelief. He playfully messed up my hair. I liked it. I asked if I could touch his head. He let me caress it. It was nicely shaven.

We caught up with various topics. We laughed. It was a nice outing. I knew that he was tired. I was so happy to see him. He felt the same way about me.

I had forgotten to give him a gift that I had purchased in New Jersey. I had left it in my desk drawer at work. He is old-fashioned to a certain extent. He always feels like the guy should be showing his sweetie with gifts and that I shouldn't feel obligated to give him anything. I simply like showering him with gifts, too.

He was sweet to give me a gift from India. It was a wooden, hand-crafted box with silver elephants all around it. I loved it. He's thoughtful that way.

He told me that I looked cute. I teased him that he was still jet lagged, but I knew that he had meant it. He's sweet.

He was kind to pay for lunch, as he always does. We held hands as he drove me back to the office. I told him to drive safely home. He assured me that we'd keep in touch, as he was working from home for the rest of the week while flipping his biological clock back to Eastern time.

I was relieved to see him. To hear his voice. To touch him. To hold him. To have him back home. It means a lot.