Getting hardened fluid from a stress ball off my dresser

Monday was a productive day. I decided to reorganize what's on my dresser. I thought that it would take me an hour. Nope.

I found out that my blue M&M's stress ball had exploded. The clear fluid in the squishy stress ball must have oozed out days ago. It was solid on my dresser, between items.

I learned that the fluid is corn syrup. It's a question of submerging items in warm to hot water to melt the residue away, such as on my hand lotion. Naturally, I can't submerge my entire dresser in water. Instead, I poured some hot-warmish water on the surface and started to chip away at the mess.

Later on today, I'll finish the work. I ran out of elbow grease!

Ball Sort

Recently, I decided to download Ball Sort. No, get your mind out of the gutter! It's like Tetris, except that you are putting like-coloured balls together in beakers or tubes.

I'm on level 209 right now. So addictive!

Bubbles, my loyal pet betta fish

I haven't written much about my betta fish, Bubbles. He got that nickname because he liked making bubbles on the water's surface. He is also fascinated by bubbles that form in his tank if I have added water in there and it has been there for a while before I transfer him in.

Although he is a fish, he's greets me whenever I walk into the room. I noticed this greeting of his when I first saw him at the pet store. He's sweet. He's kind of like an aquatic dog.

My betta fish in the past have either been all blue in colour, or all red. Bubbles is different. He's green, blue, and red.

Yesterday, I changed the water in his tank and he seemed so happy when he got back in there. I'm glad that he's happy.

I used to think that it was unfortunate that he has to live alone. He can't live with another male betta. It would not end well.

I haven't tried getting a fuzzy marimo plant ball for Bubbles to play with. Apparently, they clean your tank, provide oxygen, and make the betta play with it. That's on my shopping list.

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.

He has come (and returned, too)

Last Sunday, my guy and I engaged in phone sex. This fact would typically not be a huge newsflash. We have been doing it since we became an item.

For the past few months, my guy has been battling depression. He has always felt bad that my needs were not being satisfied because he simply didn't feel like doing much.

As of late, he has been pleasuring me, but he doesn't feel like my reciprocating is needed.

"Do you want to climax today?" he asked me over Skype.
"It would be nice, but it's not fun if you don't with me," I replied.
"Maybe we should both try," he said, which got my attention.
"Do you really want to today? You don't have to, unless you truly want to."
"I think that I can. Let's try."

It didn't take long for both of us. He is back.

For me to reach orgasm consisted of him telling me that he would spank me for being so bad for weeks. He ejaculated when I told him that I wanted to suck him and play with his balls simultaneously.

He's definitely on the mend. It's nice to welcome him back.

Skyping about being tied down, spanked, paddled, and more

In the past, whenever my guy and I would chat on Skype, we would know right off the bat whether it would be strictly a conversational, chatty session, or phone sex. Perhaps the latter should be dubbed Skype sex...

Anyway, the neat delineation in the past is no longer the case these days. Tuesday's chat was an example.

We talked about our day. I had problems accessing a file repository at work that was perfectly fine for most of the day. My guy was in the heart of downtown Sao Paulo, which didn't have too much touristy attractions for him to do after work.

I talked about my recent toy purchases, which included restraints.

"The restraints are great. You can either tie the cuffs together as wrist cuffs, or you can separate them and tie my wrists to the bedposts."
"I like the idea of tying you to the bedposts. Your face would be down. I'd lift your skirt up and pull down your lacy panties that I love so much," he started.
"Would you spank me?" I asked him.
"Yes, I would spank your bare bottom hard with my hand at first. When my hand hurts, I'd bring out the leather paddle and spank you until your butt is bright red."

It's an endearing, wonderful image. We talked more about fingering me and spanking me until I reached orgasm.

What I find sexy is my guy fingering either my pussy or my clit, and then leaning right up against me to talk to me -- to speak to me softly in my ear. It turns me on. I can't explain why. I never thought that it would.

We both eventually got off. With my guy, it was a combination of my sucking him while alternating between groping his butt and playing with his balls. He has never come on my breasts, but we both like that thought and would like to try that out.

Naturally, we were both feeling dopey afterwards. It was nice.

Wrist ball

I am the proud owner of this wrist ball that you can get at The Source here in Canada:

It is supposed to make your wrist stronger. I got it to prevent any carpal tunnel syndrome from spanking the hubby hard and often. It works for me.

I'll write more about his birthday spanking soon. Mine is in less than a week. I'm looking forward to it.