It's snowing post-Christmas

We didn't get snow on Christmas. Instead, the snow came late on Boxing Day. It's snowing overnight.

I'm not sure whether I'll be going out in the morning later on today. I kind of like that housekeeping doesn't come once a day during this pandemic. It means that I can stay in my room later, watch TV, eat breakfast at a leisurely pace, write, and relax.

My first week of vacation has flown by. I love waking up without an alarm clock going off. I still get up relatively early at around 8 am. I feel that it's the excitement of exploring the Twin Cities that makes me so enthusiastic to wake up early and get on with my day.

Cutting it close for an early conference call

I had to wake up early yesterday for a 7 am conference call. We had a couple of months off from it, but it's back.

I had two alarms set up. I sleep with earbuds. I typically set my watch that I wear to buzz, but I forgot to.

Luckily, I heard my phone's alarm at 6:53 am. It was enough time to boot up my laptop and sound sort of coherent for the first ten minutes of the call where I needed to speak.

It's never a dull day. The good news was that I ended my day at 3:30 pm. Yay!

I'm back and am sleepy

I'm home after a relaxing, fun staycation. I am exhausted, though.

My room's alarm clock woke me up an hour earlier than I had anticipated. I wish that I could sleep in tonight, but I have a teleconference call at 7 am.

More about my weekend later... I need some sleep!

Compatibility when waking up in the morning

When my guy and I were in the States, his phone would wake us both up. He had to go to work and he set his alarm for 7 am.

We are different. I hear an alarm and I get up automatically. He hears an alarm and hits the snooze button a few times.

The first time I heard his alarm on this trip, I woke up. I went into my usual wakey-wakey mode with him.

"Wakey wakey!" I said to him.
"I want to snooze," he said.
"How many times?" I asked him.
"Four times," he replied.
"That's a lot," I noted.

When his phone's alarm when off the fourth time, I put his phone on his head.

"You're mean. We aren't compatible," he whined.
"Do you want to break up?" I asked him.
"No. You're such a morning person and I'm not," he whined.

When it was finally 7:48 am, he woke up, got out of bed, and got on with his day. He's so boyish.

We suggested that he set his alarm to 7:30 am. He was much better after that.

Of course, on the weekend, he forgot to turn off his alarm.

"Alarm, sweetie," I said to him, which prompted him to turn it off.

I do miss seeing him snooze all day. He loves his sleep so much. I love sleep, too. I just am not a snoozer like he is.

Rolling out of bed

The night before flying out to Dallas, I checked myself into a hotel by my workplace. I needed to get to the airport early. I used my points, so it was a free stay.

I had set my alarm for 05:30. I had a room with two queen beds. It was a cozy room.

At said time, I woke up. What I didn't realize was that I was sleeping on the edge of the bed and my comforter was three-quarters draped over the left side of the bed. It's a clear indication that I was tired and the room was likely warmer than I was used to.

I went to stop the alarm going off on my phone. For the first time in my life, I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. The comforter was on the floor, which meant that I had a soft landing.

Of course, being barely awake, it took me some time to figure out that I was between two beds. I had to think about how to get up all twisted around a comforter.

I told my guy this story when we were sitting on the couch in our room in Dallass. We both laughed.

"Did you make a thump?" he asked.
"I thought that I would, but I landed on the comforter. It was a quiet landing. I never thought in my life that I'd literally roll out of bed in my life," I said.

There's a first for everything.

Sleepyhead who likes to snooze

It has been fun watching movies in bed with my guy. He has watched more movies than I have, so it's great getting recommendations from him. We end up cuddling, which is heavenly.

He has a tough time getting up in the morning. The alarm on my phone backs up his. He likes hitting the snooze button multiple times. I am up the first time that I hear the alarm.

The other day, he had a difficult time waking up. I ended up putting his phone on his head. It was on vibrate for ten minutes. It wasn't until I told him what time it was that he was alert and got ready for work.

He's my sleepyhead. I love him for who he is.

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.

My guy being late for work and wanting to spank me harder

My guy and I were to have a lunch date on Friday. I changed it up a bit. I decided to ping him on our internal instant messaging program to ask when we'd go. Normally, he initiates. He needed ten minutes.

We were both concentrating so hard on what we were doing that we both lost track of time. He called me from the lobby of our building about forty minutes later. He apologized. I said that I would meet him downstairs.

When we did, we walked out of the building and towards his car. I had to ask whether he remembered where his car was. He told me that he did, which is a pretty good start for a directionally challenged guy.

"How come you didn't park downstairs?" I asked him on a 30°C day.
"I came into work two hours late," he admitted.
"What happened? Did you wear out your snooze button?" I asked him.
"I turned off my alarm on my phone," he said.

He is such a sleepyhead. I told him that he was on the wrong side of his car. He should let me drive. He told me that it was a nice try.

My guy's car has leather seats. We both sat in it and I felt like my butt was being lightly fried.

"Was your butt sore for a while after I had spanked you last?" he asked me.
"Not for two long. Maybe a day," I replied.
"I didn't spank you hard enough. I will soon," he observed.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"That's not true. You are always my bad girl."

I like being his bad girl. It's just fun to simply state that I'm good.

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.

Being late, sleeping in, and meeting for lunch

My guy is safely back home. He arrived on Saturday night.

On Friday evening, my guy and I chatted over Skype. I was so tired the night before that I didn't hear my alarm go off. I told my guy the story.

"I finally heard my alarm clock nine minutes later. I was late going to work by nine minutes," I confirmed.
"You were late by nine minutes? That's it?" he asked me, almost disapprovingly.
"Yes, that's late for me. I rarely oversleep," I replied.
"That's nothing," he replied.
"Well, yes, compared to your track record. Your alarm goes off and you let it continue for ten minutes before it shuts off. If you are energetic, you will hit the snooze button several times before you finally feel like getting out of bed," I noted.
"You know me too well," he admitted.

May he sleep in for most of this week, except for Friday. He has a flight to catch in the afternoon that day. We are meeting for lunch and then I get to take him to the airport.

"You know that I can take a taxi to the airport and the company will pay for it, right?" he mentioned.
"I know. I want to spend more time with you before you go," I reasoned.
"That's would be nice," he said. "I don't want you to go out of your way."
"It's on my way to my medical appointment, sweetie," I noted.

It's nice to look forward to Friday already.

I is for in bed

The title of this blog post sounds like I have cracked open a fortune cookie and have tacked on in bed after my fortune. This post is about my guy who loves being in bed.

My guy takes a while to get out of bed. He is not a morning person.

Last week, his alarm on his phone predictably went off at 07:00. He spend ten minutes in bed, which is the time that his alarm will finally stop on its own. He then spends another ten minutes in bed before he thinks about getting up.

He is like a sweet boy when he hugs his pillow tightly. He truly does not want to get out of a warm bed. He is my sleepyhead.

One morning, his alarm went off at the expected time. He actually got out of bed and did some stretches on his mat. He then crawled back into bed. Ugh!

I also noticed that when he plays with my nipples and other of my body parts while we are both in bed, he wakes up pretty quickly.

I suppose that I should be his alarm clock more often when he has to get up for work.

P is for pants

It was Monday morning. It was our first morning in Montreal.

My guy and I woke up at 07:00. He didn't have his cell phone by his bedside. Instead, it was across the room, charging.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.
"I sleep better with pants on," he said in his honest, boyish way.

My guy walked across the room to get his phone and finally shut off the alarm. It was the best way for me to wake up.

I admired his bare butt from afar. Although waking up to an obnoxious alarm wasn't great, seeing his bare bottom made up for it and more!

O is for early morning orgasms

Last Wednesday morning, I woke up at 06:40 and thought that my guy was late getting up to head off to work. After all, the previous day, he set his phone's obnoxious alarm to 06:00.

I debated whether to personally wake him up. I decided to attend to my bladder, which felt like it wanted to explode at any moment.

I quietly walked up to my guy in bed. He had a pillow over his head. His left cheek was on the pillow, but he was twisted such that his left arm was closest to me. His left palm was facing up.

I didn't hesitate and held his hand, like I have so often. I made circles in his palm. He knew it was me. He immediately pulled off his pillow that was protecting his head, turned around, and said good morning.

Of course, I had to ask whether he was late getting up. He confided that he had set his alarm for 07:00. At this stage, I had him up thirteen minutes early. He was okay with it.

He asked me how I was. I was good, but told him that he was Mr Meanie last night, as I sat next to him on the bed. It wasn't his fault. He was sleepy, but we neither spent any cuddling, nor quality time together.

My guy looks sweet first thing in the morning. He rested quietly in bed with his eyes closed. I hugged him for a bit. He told me that he needed to shave. I caressed his face and chin. I agreed with him.

He was finally fully awake. I was still sitting crosslegged on the bed. He played with my right nipple.

"How come you're not wearing a bra?" he asked me, playing with my erect nipple.
"Because you told me not to in the past, remember? You spanked me for wearing one to bed."
"I love how easily stimulated you get," he said, continuing his handy finger work on my nipple.
"Now, I am going to have abnormal nipples," I commented.
"No, you won't," he assured me, working on my left nipple.

It always feels so good when he plays with my nipples.

"Come lie down next to me," he insisted, gently pulling me towards him.

My guy was spooning me. I love when he does that.

He rubbed his bare legs against mine. He immediately groped my left buttock. He quickly moved to my crotch.

"You are so bad. Yet, it feels so good," I stated.

My guy slipped his hand under my pyjama shorts and panties, and continued groping my butt. Soon, we were both slipping my panties and shorts off.

He pleasured my wet pussy with his fingers. I was completely aroused. Moments later, I reached orgasm.

He hugged me tight and let me enjoy the moment. He then felt like fingering my butt. He hasn't done that for a while. It also helped that my period had ended the day before! I reached orgasm yet again and was limp in his arms.

My guy hugged and kissed me before he got on with his day. He came back moments later and put his comforter over me before he went back to shave.

I asked my guy whether he was running late. He wasn't. He actually got to work too early the day before.

"If I am asked why I am late, I will say that I had more pressing issues to attend to this morning," he explained, sporting a grin while telling me.
"Yes, like pressing your hard cock against my bare thigh," I remarked, which we both agreed was both sensual and erotic.

We both got dressed and then headed to the lounge for some breakfast. We were both hungry. Going to bed early and having some fun quality time in the morning does that to us.

L is for lifting weights

I had a rude awakening on Tuesday morning. At 06:00, the sound of my guy's obnoxious alarm on his phone woke us up. The sound was a combination of an annoying car alarm and a vibrator that had gone haywire.

My heart felt like it wanted to separate permanently from my body for a bit. I told my guy that even I don't set my alarm that early when I expect to show up at work by 08:30. He smiled and thought that I was cute, but that I had a point.

My guy had slept pretty well, so I was pleased. He wanted to go to the gym and asked if I wanted to accompany him. We have never worked out together, so it was a nice first for both of us.

I had bought a $5 black t-shirt from Old Navy the day before. It had the number four on the front. I am not superstitious, as the number is bad luck in the Chinese culture.

My guy asked why that number was on my shirt. I had told him that my shirt also came in orange, which had the number nine on it. When you put both shirts together, you get 94, which is the year (1994) in which Old Navy was established. I don't look good in orange and this shirt didn't come in my size, so I lucked out.

I noticed that the washing instructions tag was inside my new t-shirt, on my left side. I said that it was bugging me, but that I liked my t-shirt. Without any hesitation, my guy found his utility knife and offered to remove the tag. He did it carefully and thoroughly. The tag no longer irritated my side. He's handy and thoughtful.

When I travel, I have a swimsuit, cover-up, shorts, and a t-shirt with me. I like to squeeze in a workout when I can. Luckily, these articles of clothing don't take up much space in my suitcase.

My guy worked out at a leisurely pace. He walked on the treadmill for a while. I started off with the elliptical machine because I like working my calves, hamstrings, butt, and heart.

I moved over to the lat pull and leg press machines, before ending my workout with the exercise bike. My guy moved over to do free weights and ended up stretching on the mat. He has a nicely toned chest, which I love resting my head against when we're cuddling. He also has nice biceps that I like touching and caressing.

We both left the gym after working out and headed back to the hotel to change into our regular clothes. He ironed the dress shirt that I had bought him over a year ago and I admired his handy work.

We then when to the lounge to get some breakfast. We chatted as we downed a pretty decent breakfast.

Afterwards, we went back to our room. My guy hugged me and left for work. I wished him a good day. As for me, I headed off to a bunch of outlet stores that I had passed by en route to Montreal.

Long day, sore bottom, and quality time

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

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

I hugged him. He reached over to squeeze my hand. He then flipped over to look at me, hugging his pillow tightly.

"You look like you don't want to get up," I remarked.
"I like sleeping," he said like a little boy.
"Well, you have to go to work soon. I need to grab some breakfast," I advised.
"Okay," he said, closing his eyes again.
"Hope to see you on your feet when I come back," I said, kissing him on his forehead and heading out the door.

The lounge next door serves hot breakfast. I didn't get bored of it one bit that entire week. I'd say about twenty minutes later, I came back to the room. My guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone.

"I set the bar too high when I said that you'd be on your feet by the time I came back into the room," I said, kissing him.
"I just sat up seconds before you walked into the room," he said, with a huge smile.
"What are we going to do with you?!"

I wished him a good day. He reciprocated. I headed downstairs to the lobby and got my ride to the old city.

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

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

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

I was waiting for the elevator in the lobby. When the doors opened, I saw my guy coming out. We talked briefly, both of us happy to see each other.

"How was your tour?" he asked me.
"Good, but there was a lot of walking," I said. "I got a rug!"
"Nice!" he said, smiling at me.
"You smell good," I noticed.
"I shaved my face," he said, as I went to touch his smooth skin.
"Nice! Have a good time tonight."
"Thanks. You, too. I'll see you soon," he replied, and headed off to the metro.

I rested a bit once I got to the room. I then decided to grab some dinner in the lounge. I then came back and took it easy. I took a shower, watched TV, and caught up with some e-mail.

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

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

At one point, our conversation led to this exchange:

"You are such a bad girl," he said to me.
"What do you plan to do about it?" I asked him innocently.
"Well, I can either make your butt purple or pink."
"That's not nice," I replied.
"At least I am giving you a choice. If you get the leather paddle, you will get a pink bottom. Otherwise, I will have to use my hand, and you will have a purple and blue bottom."
"But, I don't want to go get the leather paddle," I whined playfully.
"It's not my problem. I want you to fetch that paddle so I can use it on you."

I reluctantly got out of the bed to go get my leather paddle from my suitcase. I then crawled into bed. I was on all fours.

"I like when you don't wear a bra and your nipples are hard under your t-shirt," he remarked, playing with them.
"You told me not to wear a bra. See, I am a good girl," I replied smartly.
"No, you're still a bad girl," he said, giving me a couple of light slaps with the paddle.

I went over his lap. He pulled down my pajama shorts and slapped me with the leather paddle. There was a rhythm to it. He would first alternate smacking each buttock. He would then pick out specific spots on each buttock and slap that same area five times. The smacks grew harder. I became wet and more aroused.

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

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

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