Laundry, paint, and cum solution

My guy and I like doing laundry. I may have to broaden this topic and say that we both like clothes.

We enjoy shopping and finding deals on clothes. A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I were driving over to our usual restaurant for lunch.

"Is that wool?" I asked him, reaching over and touching his arm.
"Yes, my blazer is wool. Unfortunately, i got paint on the sleeve," he told me, showing it.
"Oh, no. Woolly is not happy," I noted. It's another nickname, as he called himself that one day.
"I know. It's tough enough to find a brown blazer that fits me. It cost me $60 USD for this jacket," he explained, slowly starting to whine.
"It's okay. I am sure that we can remove the paint."

My guy successfully removed the paint with a special kit that we both got at Costco a while back. We had bought a huge tub of Pink Solution, which is a multi-purpose cleaner. It used to be pink, but the company removed the dye. My guy affectionately calls it cum solution, because it looks exactly like semen.

Anyway, we both enjoy doing laundry. I love hanging my clothes outside to dry when the weather is warm and nice. My guy enjoys folding laundry. He goes one step further and takes pride in ironing his shirts and pants.

We are neat, clean freaks to a certain extent. We see nothing wrong with being who we are.

My guy letting me know that he had arrived safely

When my guy travels abroad on a Saturday, I rarely hear from him the following day. It takes him time to adjust to the time difference, so I am okay to not talk to him. However, I do want to make sure that he is okay.

He broke this ritual last Sunday and we chatted on Skype. He first asked me whether I was out and about, or at home. I told him that I was at home, being homey. He liked that response.

He had slept a lot during his flight to Rome and was eager to talk to me. It's another sign that he misses me.

I am glad that he made it safely. He talked about the food that he ate for dinner. He was even ironing while we were talking. Apparently, he has to reserve both the iron and the ironing board at his hotel.

My guy is good at ironing. Frankly, I would never buy him an iron because he has the top-of-the-line model at home. I know how to iron, but I am not an expert like he is.

I wished him goodnight just before we ended our conversation. It was nice chatting with him for an hour. It made my Sunday.

D is for dialogue, distance, and dares

My guy and I had a nice chat over Skype this afternoon. We talked about our day. I had to let out some steam about some annoying work issues. My guy is always supportive. I always appreciate that he's there to listen to me.

He talked about how he went to a local Chinese restaurant for dinner the other evening and how much he appreciates the quality of the food at the restaurants that we go to near our workplace.

"So, the food wasn't great at the restaurant you went to?" I asked him.
"It was okay, but it was more expensive than it should have been," he replied.
"Ah, it's Cheap Bastard complaining about how overpriced the food was and wanting to save an extra two bucks," I teased him.
"No, the quantity and quality weren't there," he insisted.
"Cheap Bastard is cheap," I teased him. "Did you whine?"

He laughed. He knows that I like teasing him. It is usually my way of setting up a future spanking. It's even more daring when I tease him while I am over his knee, with my bottom bared. It makes him spank me harder, which is the entire point.

My guy let me know that he got a new iron. He loves to iron. This one is rather fancy. You can actually set the iron down on the board and it won't burn the board's surface. I must check it out one of these days. After all, I am a girl who likes geeky products.

He also told me that he downloaded an app on his phone that counts the number of steps that he takes each day. He advises that the count is pretty accurate. He was more impressed when I had walked over 16,000 steps while we were both in Istanbul one day. I have a Fitbit One tracker, which has been working well for me for over a year now. He told me that he isn't even close to that count when he travels. He's sweet that way.

My guy doesn't come back to the office for a while. However, he may have to attend some course in a couple of weeks.

I asked him whether we could do lunch when he is in the office. Since his depression, he hasn't been inclined to go out for lunch as often as we used to. He knows that I am not at my cheeriness these days, so he didn't hesitate to say yes. In fact, I could tell that he wanted to apologize, but he did it his own way, saying that he wasn't abandoning me.

Things are looking up. I can't complain.

Wednesday kiss and dill

As many of you know, I write for a living. My writing style on my blog is far different than what I write about at work. With the latter, I am generally describing to readers how to perform various hardware and software tasks.

It's different on my blog. I write to share what has happened to me recently. I'm not telling anyone to do anything. I am simply writing about my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I then share them with you.

I found this draft post, which is dated April 16, 2014. My guy was still battling depression, but he seemed to be slowly getting out of that dark period. We were still working at the old office.

Here goes...

I met my guy for lunch at our usual Chinese restaurant. We circled the parking lot together. I pointed to a parking spot for him. I ended up parking a bit further.

He waited for me, and then we walked into the restaurant together. It was packed. We are regulars there. We got a table wiped down quickly. We are always greeted promptly.

I ordered the lemon chicken. He went with the broccoli chicken.

Our chat was good. I teased him about ironing, removing stains from his clothing, and attempting to find his car at Costco.

He noticed my blue sweater that I was wearing and said that it looked new. I think that he is slowly coming out of his depression.

I teased him some more to the point where he playfully tossed his napkin at me. I couldn't help but to grab his hand. We held hands across the table. It was nice.

He wore a light blue, checkered shirt. He confessed that he was getting tired of ironing. It's sort of surprising. He is good at ironing and rarely finds it to be a chore. However, he is more into convenience these days. He'd rather wear something that doesn't require hauling out the ironing board and iron.

We drove back to the office in our respective cars. I must have beat him to it by a large margin. I didn't see his car in sight.

After work, I dropped by the training room. We talked about instant ginger tea. I teased him some more about his need for exerting the least amount of energy to perform tasks. It was a nice chat.

I closed the door. I caressed his head. He got up and wanted to give me a hug. It felt good.

I asked if i could kiss him. He was fine with that. I kissed him on the cheek. He played with my right cheek by sliding his hand in my navy blue pant pocket. He was groping me. I was playing with his chest.

He told me that he felt guilty for not making me feel good. I told him that it was okay under the circumstances. He was making me wet as he continued to grope my buttock.

He looked at me longingly. He initiated a kiss on the lips. It was a nice, long kiss. I got to lick his lips. They were so full and sweet.

My guy has to work on Good Friday. I asked if I could join him for lunch and crash his training session, as I didn't have anything planned that day. He was game.

He shared his cabbage rolls stuffed with rice with me. It had dill in it. I loved them. He learned that I have a love for dill. He said that he didn't even notice it.

My guy often eats without knowing what he has eaten. He smiled when I called him out on it.

I told him about Applebee's and how I used to order the chicken fingers. The place had honey dill dipping sauce. It went away and I was crushed. Luckily, I can make my own whenever I want to.

We left work an hour later. We embraced before we parted and headed home. Both the taste of his sweet lips and of dill lingered as I licked my lips.