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.

Turkish delight and tastebuds

A couple of weeks ago, I picked up two boxes of Turkish delight that my guy has bought for me from Istanbul. He left them on my desk at work. I picked them off after having flown in from Shanghai and had to pick up my car at the office. I have grown to love Turkish delight.

Years ago, I tried the Turkish Delight candy bar that you get at the local convenience store. I disliked it. It tasted gross.

The authentic, flavourful version from Istanbul is yummy. My guy and I went into a store and I sampled raspberry Turkish delight. It was so good. I have longed for it ever since. I asked my guy if he could get me some.

My guy apologized that he couldn't find any. I was so sick with bronchitis that my tastebuds were shot. I had a cube of Turkish delight once I got home and imagined that it tasted like raspberries. I could only figure out that there was some acidic flavour in there, but couldn't make out what flavour I was eating.

My tastebuds are back. He got me two boxes of assorted fruit flavours, with rose ones mixed in. The orange, lemon, and strawberry and yummy. I have always enjoyed the rose.

He did well. I am also thankful that I can enjoy tasting what I eat again!

Admitting that I am a good girl before my next spanking

My guy and I chatted on Skype yesterday night. I was driving home from work. He had just finished packing.

He hasn't been able to call me for the last two days.

"I apologize," he said to me.
"Cool. You're a bad boy and I'm a good girl," I replied.
"Only for today," he replied.

See, another breakthrough has happened! I am a good girl for a full 24 hours. Yay!

I get to see him tomorrow, as he is flying home.

"You'll be a bad girl by the time I land. You'll be getting a spanking from me."

I can't wait to see him. I like when he threatens to spank me.

U is for up

It was towards the end of the workday last week. I was at the office on the third floor. I needed to head back to the fifth floor, where I normally work.

I tend to take the elevator upstairs. When I think about it, I should use the stairs more often.

Anyway, the elevator came. The doors opened. I caught a couple making out. They saw me and they seemed somewhat surprised. I felt a bit uncomfortable. However, they reminded me of my guy and me making out.

"Sorry to intrude," I said, entering the elevator. "As soon as I leave, you guys can resume."
"It's okay," the man said. "There's no Aerosmith."
"It's too bad that there isn't any Muzak in these elevators," I said, which made them both laugh.

I wished them a good evening and left the elevator, smiling. They were a lighter version of my guy and me. They were missing the groping, fondling, pinching, and spanking that we often do.

Patching up things and booking a hotel for next month

In general, my guy and I don't have too many disagreements, but we did last week. It has been a series of things that has built up, which caused us to both unload our feelings and talk things through.

The talk was good and much needed. We both felt relieved and less stressed.

My guy can get pretty paranoid, which puts a damper on things. Although we are pretty good at not putting our hands on each other in the office, he ends up putting unnecessary restrictions on various details.

Next month, my guy and I will be in Turkey. He will be there for two weeks for work. I will come join him a week later. I will be on vacation for a week. He always likes when I keep him company. It gives us more time together after work to dine, talk, shop, and be tourists together.

My guy tends to stay at the closest hotel to the office. It makes logical, perfect sense. However, he wanted me to initially stay at a different hotel, in case colleagues recognize both of us at the hotel and spread some sort of vicious rumours about us.

So, I had it. I told him that a lot of people know that we're an item, but the likelihood that colleagues in Turkey would know who I am is slim. It also isn't cost-effective for us to be staying at two different hotels, commuting between the two to meet up. And, how about quality time? It may seem exciting to have two places to cuddle and be intimate, but the setup is an unnecessary inconvenience.

I told him flat out that we need to stay in the same hotel. We compromised. He agreed that the hotel closest to the office didn't have much around there.

Today, he wrote me an e-mail and said that he booked us at a hotel close to the downtown area where there is tons of shopping. I looked at this hotel and its location. He did a mighty good job. The view is spectacular. The hotel looks posh. I am not used to staying at such a place.

He is making up for his errors in judgment. I accept. Next month can't come any sooner!

Y is for Yes (also known as Mr. Meanie)

My guy called me from the office on Saturday. Although he would never admit it, he had hoped that I would be waiting for him at the office. He didn't seem too enthusiastic about my wanting to be there when we had spoken on Friday, so I decided not to.

I got a call from him because I wasn't my usual loyal, predictable self. He didn't seem to want me there, but started to change his tune. When I wasn't waiting for him with open arms on Saturday, I got his phone call.

I got as close to an apology as I will ever get from him. Next time, I can even pick him up at the airport. I think that he is slowly realizing that I do enjoy spending time with him, even if it is something that seems so insignificant like picking him up at the airport.

Part of it is the fact that he is a guy. He is old-fashioned to some extent. He doesn't want me to spend so much time driving across several towns to get to work just to see him for a brief moment. To me, it is worth it and it is not a huge deal.

I could tell that he wanted to see me when he asked if I still wanted to drive to work. I politely declined. He understood.

The problem is that if I constantly press seeing him under such circumstances, it becomes the norm. I change it up a bit and he feels the same way as I do. He truly does miss me equally as I do whenever he is away on business.

I asked him if he was jet lagged.

"Sort of. I think that my memory is fading a bit today."
"Nah, I don't think so. As long as you know your name, that's all that matters," I reassured him.
"Well, my name starts with Y and has an S somewhere," he said.
"So, your name is Yes," I stated confidently, which made him chuckle.
"Yes, indeed."

I tend to call my guy Mr. Meanie when we are role-playing and he ends up spanking me hard. He was a mean guy by not knowing whether I should come see him at the airport. I think that he has learned his lesson.

I can tell that he missed seeing me. The following day, he wrote me a nice e-mail, asking how I was and telling me about his day.

On Monday, I got to the office and saw my desk drawer slightly ajar. I pulled it out and noticed a present waiting for me. He had bought me an M&M's collectible item with peanut M&M's from Abu Dhabi. It was sweet of him. He made my day and probably my entire week.

He does know how to make up for being mean and indecisive. Yes, Yes does.

New sandals, a spanking, and a cookie

It was an odd day. I got to work and didn't say a word to my guy. Our timing was simply off.

My guy was talking to a colleague when I got to my desk. I ended up returning a phone call. They walked away over to the colleague's desk. I ended up talking to two of my three writing colleagues, which took up most of my afternoon.

My guy was at his desk for most of my talks with my colleagues. We finally exchanged words on Skype. He asked me when I wanted to leave work. I told him the sooner, the better, before I would get bombarded with more questions.

The funny thing was that I had said goodbye to my colleagues. My guy apparently didn't hear that, as he was too focused on filling out his timesheet. He eventually made it over to the treehouse, explained that he was deaf, and apologized for being late.

We got into the backseat. I rubbed my guy's leg. It had cookie crumbs all over his navy blue slacks. He brushed them off. I told him that he was "crummy." He smiled and also noted that it didn't sound so charming.

I got hungry. My guy was kind to offer me his last cookie. We talked as I munched. Afterwards, he took the empty cookie wrapper from me.

"You're Cookie Monster," I said to him as we kissed. "But, you're not blue or have big eyes on top of your head."
"You must be a cock monster," he hinted. I looked at him funny. We both laughed.
"You mean Cockie Monster?" I asked.

He brushed the cookie crumbs off my skirt. He continued to place his hand on my tummy, leg, lap, and inner thigh, to gauge how ticklish I was.

He wanted to talk more about how ticklish I can be. I told him that I'd have to kiss him to make him shut up. It worked!

When we came up for air, he told me that I was a naughty girl. He wanted to spank me. I was game.

I obediently went over his knee. He started to spank me with his hand over my skirt. He lifted it up moments later and continued spanking me over my panties.

"I don't know why you're punishing me. I am a good girl."
"No, you're not," he replied. "A good girl does not wear black lacy panties and have fingers up her wet pussy."

He was still spanking me. They were hard smacks, with several of them landing on my left buttock. It hurt a bit, which caused my legs to kick up.

"You're wearing your old sandals! I told you not to wear them," he said, pretending to be angry and smacking my left buttock even harder.
"They are new sandals!" I exclaimed. He paused.
"You're right. I apologize," he said, rubbing my left buttock. "I take that back."
"How can you take a spanking back?" I asked him.
"You're right. I need to spank the other buttock as many times as the left."

And, so, he did just that. It was cute.

My guy making up for his behaviour and actions

I was clearly upset going into the office on Tuesday. To make a long story short, my guy had upset me the other night. He was pretty insensitive by dismissing what I had said online. Instead, he decided to go on Facebook and share a bunch of photos as we were sending messages on Skype.

I decided to log off. I was in tears. They dried up forty minutes later. He called me and said, "I'm just seeing how you're doing and I have to go." I could hear him zip his laptop bag up.

It make me even more upset. I started crying again. My guy stayed on the phone for maybe a couple of minutes before saying goodbye and hanging up. His actions were rude and hurtful, but his insensitive remark put me over the edge.

I could tell that my guy had felt bad. He wrote me an e-mail later on that evening. I didn't bother responding to it.

At work the next day, he came up to see me. I was busy mentoring one of my colleagues. He went to talk to my other colleague to my right, the human resources woman to my left, and finally to us. I ignored him.

After I was done conducting an interview and he was done with his meeting, he came back upstairs. I ignored him again. Finally, he logged on to Skype. He wanted to have dinner with me and talk. I was good, although I warned him that I wouldn't be good company.

My guy and my manager were then talking. I somehow managed to kill some time by talking to a couple of colleagues before heading to my car. I still had to wait for my guy to get to the restaurant. I was still noticeably upset. He got there and apologized for being late.

We did talk about what was bugging me. He told me that he was being honest about having to go and cared enough to call me. I told him that his heart was in the right place, but that he should never tell me that he is rushed to go somewhere. I told him that I deserved better. He apologized and said that I did.

We still have one issue that won't be resolved immediately. After dinner, he escorted me to my car and asked what we'd be doing. I wasn't in any mood to do much. He asked if I wanted to spend a night at a hotel with him. That caused me to tear up. Instead, he said that we should spend some time in each other's arms. I was okay with that.

The problem was that I was upset again. I was crying with my head resting against my car's steering wheel.

All I remember is my guy trying to get into my car. He eventually did by opening my side of the door to unlock all the car doors. He then got into the passenger side and comforted me with his hand behind my back. Like a mantra, he repeatedly said that he was sorry.

His hand moved over to mine. I didn't feel like holding it, as mine was trying to dry the tears running down my face. Instead, he rubbed my forearm and eventually my thigh. I stopped crying for a bit. He looked intently at me. I was finally okay to drive over to our usual spot.

We got there just fine and got into his treehouse. I rested my head against his chest and he embraced me. My face was nearly buried in his chest. I just cried.

He wanted me to kiss him. I told him that I wasn't in the mood and that I couldn't breathe. My nose was all congested. He went ahead and kissed my forehead and my neck. His right hand was inserted in my back pocket, occasionally coming out to caress my right buttock.

We started to talk some more. He suggested that we could go to a hotel when I was ready to. Somehow, I managed to tease him by saying that we'd spend the night watching him look for tire rims on Kijiji. We both burst out in laughter. He went to tickle me and I resisted. He finally saw my face and kissed my lips.

He wandered over to my blouse and took my breasts out from my bra. My head was leaning against the seat. I was slouching. My guy sucked my left nipple. It was the first time where I felt so close to seeing him suck me. Our eyes met. It was great to see that he was enjoying himself as much as I was being pleasured by him. I guess that my seeing him suck me so vividly was a revelation because I normally have my eyes closed.

He played with my crotch, rubbing it seductively, if that makes sense with my wearing a green pair of khaki pants. He went ahead with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. He pulled them down and played with my black lacy panties. Eventually, they were pulled down, too.

"I like what I see," he said.
"And what do you see?"
"A beautiful, pink pussy," he said and began fingering it.
"Am I normal, doctor?" I asked him.
"Yes, you are more than normal. You are perfect."

He made me reach orgasm. It wasn't as pleasurable as it normally would have been. I was still sad and I had a mild headache. My guy didn't give up. Moments later, he made me come again. I then rested there for a bit before he pulled up my panties and pants, even buttoning and zipping the latter.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back. I played with his hard cock in his pants. He wanted me to. I could tell.

It was his turn to unbutton and unzip his trousers. We pulled his briefs down and I began to jerk him off. He wanted to know if he could put his hard cock up my butt. I said that I would do anything for him, which he loved. He came moments later. It was nice.

Naturally, we cleaned up once we had the energy to do that. His backseat looks like a paper products place these days, with a roll of paper towel and a box of tissue.

We talked some more. It's our sort of dopey time together.

My guy had his sunroof open. I was lying on my back and raised my legs straight through the sunroof. My guy smiled. He first grabbed my crotch, and then began to slap it.

"Are you spanking my pussy?" I asked him, still a bit dopey.
"Yes, of course," he said without any hesitation, continuing to slap it a few more times.

He proceeded to pinch each buttock. I have never been spanked in a diaper position before, which was what I was in. He didn't hesitate and spanked me hard. It was nice to see his face while he was spanking me. I loved it. And, yes, I was pretty sore afterwards.

I got up and ended up having my legs over his lap. It was sweet. We kissed some more.

He held me for a long time as we continued to chat. He told me that things would get better and that I'd be my old self soon. I wasn't so sure, but I did feel a bit better.

Not in the mood due to stress

I could tell on Wednesday that my guy wasn't in the mood to have treehouse time. When he is stressed out or is feeling blue, he tends to not want it.

It's understandable. However, the first time that he didn't say anything about his mood or how he was feeling, I didn't know what to make of it. My guy tends to dictate whether we become intimate after work.

It may seem strange that I give him control to decide when we head over to the treehouse. I don't mind it. At work, I have complete control over what tasks I need to complete and I schedule them accordingly. It's nice to have someone else do the scheduling for a change outside of work. I do it by choice and it has worked out well.

It's pretty easy to tell when my guy doesn't feel like having treehouse time. He won't touch my back when he comes to my desk or send me as many text messages. I don't take it personally. I just know that he is preoccupied.

Late on Wednesday night, my guy (MG) sent me a bunch of texts over Skype. I was on the phone, scheduling an appointment to take my car in for servicing.

MG: Hey there
MG: I'm heading out now
MG: I'd like to apologize for not meeting for so long
MG: I'm just not in the mood in the midst of a bunch of things
MG: Hopefully things will clear out soon
MG: Goodnight

We both packed up and headed out the door.

While we walked out together, we talked.

"I can tell when you're not in the mood," I stated. "It's okay."
"You would know better than anyone," he replied.
"I think you can relieve some stress at the gym tonight," I pointed out.
"Yes."

We got down to the ground floor. We talked a bit more.

"I know what it's like to be under a bunch of stress. I'm in that boat right now. Just don't let it bug you," I advised.
"I know," he said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out.
"Our manager isn't the greatest planner. Everything is done at practically the last minute."

My guy and I looked in each other's eyes. All is and will be okay.

Mondays aren't all bad, especially when he is making up with you

Last Friday, on Skype, my guy and I were talking about an e-mail that he had sent out. I had a feeling that his request would make me do more work. Sure enough, I ended up with more work on my plate to complete.

Our boss had asked my guy to create a software trouble ticket. He did on Monday. It ended up being assigned to me. I told my guy. He apologized and felt bad about the entire situation. To resolve the issue, it is nice that I have a couple of writers on board to help me out these days. I assigned the ticket to one of them.

For nearly a year now, I have been doing the workload of a team of three to four people. Although I am not as stressed as I used to be, I am still doing more work than I should.

I could tell that my guy wanted to make it up to me for adding more work to my to-do list. He wanted a meeting in our treehouse to fix things. I agreed.

We met in our usual place and climbed into the treehouse. My guy didn't waste any time. He asked how I was and then kissed me. It was quite a powerful kiss filled with tons of emotion.

We briefly stopped kissing. I joked that he wouldn't let me respond to his question. I do like when he does that. We said that we were both fine and continued kissing. I unbuttoned his shirt and gently stroked his chest.

He went for my breasts, playing with them, and then taking them carefully out of my black bra. He loves caressing them, stimulating my nipples by twisting them gently. He then pinched my nipples hard, which got me excited.

He pulled my left leg over his lap. He whispered in my ear.

"Are you wearing those lacy, black panties?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, teasing him a bit.
"Are you being a fortune cookie, where I need to find out how lucky I will be today?" he said in a cute, cheesy way.
"I guess so," I admitted, with a smile on my face.

We both unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. I then pulled them down. We were in different positions than normal. We were facing each other. I was reclined, with my leg still on his lap.

My guy has magical hands. He played with my pussy, fingering me. I was well-lubricated from being so aroused. He also fingered my butt. He told me that I was his slut. I felt like I was one.

"Do you want another finger up your ass?" he asked me.
"Yes, please," I said.
"I'm not going to do that just yet," he said firmly.
"I don't like you. That's unfair."
"Do you mean that?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said, clearly in a pleasurable state of mind, which made him laugh.

I eventually came and remained reclined. I was relaxed and felt limp, but I was completely content.

My guy looking at me sweetly.

"You know, I love that you give me VIP access to your pussy," he said.
"You're worth it," I replied. "And a backstage pass, too."
"Yes," he smiled. "You do know that you are the only person that I have fingered up the ass."
"I am honoured," I replied, which made us both smile.

He continued to look at me. It was a different look in his eyes than I never have seen.

"Who would have known that the goody-goody employee that everyone sees would be posing in this provocative position in the backseat, allowing me to have my way with her," he said to me. "I got to see your clit and how pink it is."
"I'm glad you had a good view," I said with a smile on my face.
"I love your panties," he said, stroking the "cute mountain area," as my guy calls it.
"That feels good," I admitted.

I rested for a bit. My guy continued chatting with me.

"Do you want to get dopey? Today is all about you."
"What about you?" I asked him about pleasuring him.
"What you did to me on Friday will sustain me," he admitted.
"That was a wonderful day," I said. He agreed.

He went back to pleasuring me a second time. At one point, I called him mean because he asked me if I wanted another finger in my pussy. I did, but he refused.

"Do you know what happens when you disrespect me?"
"I do," I admitted.
"Tell me."
"I get punished," I replied.

He agreed. He started to scold me and slapped my left cheek. I loved it. I turned my head and let my guy slap my right cheek. He told me that I was a whore and that he determines what happens to me. I agreed and obeyed.

Whenever I am about to reach orgasm in his car, I have the inclination to grab something. I am often grabbing my guy's thigh. On Monday, I ended up squeezing the headrest twice. Both times that I came, they were intense. The second one tends to get me into dopey mode and this day was no different. I was extremely limp afterward. My guy does good work.

We hugged and kissed a bit more.

"I'll work on you next time," I reassured him.
"I know that there will always be a next time with you," he said, hugging me tightly.

My guy is sweet. We both got out of the car and he groped my right buttock. I love when he does that. He then held my hand and walked me to my car, to make sure that I was okay. We hugged and kissed a bit more before we parted.

He's good at making up with me. I'm glad that he did.