My sleepyhead and jet lag

My guy doesn't handle timezones well.

"How are you?" I asked him.
"Sleepy. I sleep all the time. On the weekend, I slept in till 5 pm," he confessed.
"It must be the change in time and maybe weather," I said.
"It could be. I sleep in class, too. I tell my students to do an exercise, and I go to sleep. I wake up, ask if they are done, and go back to sleep," he said.

That's my sweet jet-lagged guy. Luckily, he returns home on Saturday.

Sweet and horny

It goes without saying that whenever my guy is on the road, he misses me. I feel the same way when he is away.

We have a six-hour time difference, which isn't too bad. My guy doesn't deal with jet lag well, though. He becomes hornier when he is trying to adjust his biological clock.

On Sunday, he called me.

"Hey, sweetie," I answered.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked me.
"I'm good, thanks. You?" I reciprocated.
"I'm good, too. I'm about to go to bed, so I thought that I'd call you," he admitted.
"Are you hard?" I asked him.
"I'm very hard," he noted. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too. When are you not hard?" I asked him.
"When I'm not thinking of you," he said.

He's sweet and horny. It's a nice combination.

Noticing details about data plans, travel, and jet lag

I feel like I have been living in some secluded area for ages. I have noticed details that I have never really paid close attention to.

Let's take my Internet plan at home. For years, I was on a monthly plan that gave me 300 GB of data. The nice, crazy part of this story is that my Internet service provider dropped the price that I was paying each month. I recently noticed on my bill that it also gave me unlimited data and I have been paying the same price. Where have I been?

It comes in handy. I stream a lot of programs these days. I cut my cable cord well over a year ago. Netflix and a bunch of programming on my Roku have filled in the void nicely. 

These days, I am in travel-planning mode. I am bringing two suitcases with me to Shanghai, simply because I can without paying extra. I have three sets of travel adapters. I actually appreciate the fact that I am that prepared.

Naturally, my guy is so used to travel that it's second nature to him. The only exception is jet lag. He is horrible at flipping over.

The last and only time that I was in Asia was Hong Kong. It took me a couple of days to flip over. We'll see how I do this time around. Here's to melatonin to help make the transition easier!

Manuals from sleepyhead

Before my guy left for his trip, he managed to leave me a stack of training manuals. Most of them are for my students. Two of the manuals are for someone who works on a different floor of our building. We both know each other. He used to be a quality assurance person, but switched over to being an application developer.

My guy left me an e-mail, apologizing for the delay in getting the manuals to me. Although my guy is busy, he remembered getting them to me, which is great. He also asked if it was okay to have this application developer fetch the manuals from me. Naturally, I was okay with this gesture. It's better to drop off manuals in one location than deliver them on two different floors when your mind is on getting to the airport to catch your flight.

This application developer has yet to contact me. I suppose that if he doesn't, his manuals are mine!

My guy is doing well. He doesn't handle jet lag well. He has a seven-hour difference, but he does manage to get his nap in during lunch.

He misses me. He told me that he hopes to see me soon. It's definitely mutual.

J is for jets and jetlag

My guy and I were fortunate to book the same flights to and from Seattle. We had a brief layover in both directions.

There is a three-hour time difference between Toronto and Seattle. My guy generally has a tougher time adjusting, but he seems perfectly fine adjusting when there is a small time shift. However, when he is halfway across the world, it takes him a week to get back to his normal self.

I managed to book my seat next to my guy for three out of the four flight segments. I couldn't sit next to him from Seattle to Chicago. Instead, I was in row 25 and he was in row 29.

My guy is a true gentleman. Whenever we fly, he manages to help me with my luggage and such. When we had landed in Chicago. I looked over at him, and he waved and smiled at me.

When we had landed in Toronto, we were waiting for our luggage off the carousel. There was an older woman who needed help getting her luggage off the carousel. My guy not only offered to do that, but he also went to fetch a cart and put all her luggage on it.

To my guy, there's nothing unusual about such a gesture. To me, it just shows how kind and sweet he is to everyone. It's nice to see. I am fortunate that he is my guy.

Flights are booked for upcoming vacation -- just need to pack a paddle and oral gel

My guy is travelling home today. I can't wait to see him on Monday.

It's a rough weekend for him. Not only does he have to travel and adjust to the regular time difference. As an added bonus, it's Daylight Saving Time. He has to sprint ahead an hour, just for kicks.

He did manage to send me a quick e-mail yesterday. He has booked his flight to and from Seattle. Within the hour, I had booked the same flight segments as he.

Seating is strange. I managed to get a seat next to his on three out of our four segments. The seats are exactly what I have specified online through the Web site. When I use this particular airline's app, it says otherwise. Perhaps it's a database synching issue.

Anyway, I am happy that we will be travelling and spending a week together at the end of the month. I just finished booking my car rental. I just have to pack important items, such as a leather paddle and fruit-flavoured oral sex gel.

It'll be fun. We are travelling on his birthday, so we get to celebrate when we get there. I'm so excited!

My guy wants to be spanked

Last Tuesday, my guy and I didn't chat on Skype. My guy was jetlagged and pretty much slept from the time he got back to his hotel room till Wednesday at 07:30. Instead, we caught up on Wednesday.

In the greater Toronto area, we had a snowstorm that started mid-Tuesday into Wednesday morning. I decided to work from home on Tuesday, as I didn't want to figure out whether I should risk driving to work and get aggravated doing it. I typically work from home on Wednesdays, so I enjoyed not dealing with horrific traffic and congestion for a couple of days.

My guy and I had a nice chat on Skype, catching up on things. Due to the snowstorm, I had to delay my already rescheduled service appointment with my new car. It happens.

We talked about how nice it was when we were last intimate. I lightly tapped my guy's bare backside a couple of times. He raised the prospect of being spanked. He is curious to know whether he'd like it.

I told him that I would go easy on him. He has already requested a medium spanking. I like that he wants to explore being spanked.

It has been ages since I have been the spanker. Just the thought of it gets me aroused. Such tendencies aren't meant to be broken!

Skype chat with my guy in the office and both of us getting off

Last Monday, my guy was on Skype and sent me a message. He wanted to chat with me. It was around 15:00, so I went to find a mini meeting room.

My guy had a good day and didn't fall asleep while working, which is pretty good for a jetlagged guy.

He was horny and wanted help getting off. So, I helped, being the helpful person that I am. I joined in on the fun.

I wish Mondays were always this exciting. It was nice, considering that we have a six-hour time difference.

I wished my guy sweet dreams. He was fortunate to doze off. As for me, I didn't exactly do much work after that!

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.

Jet lag and e-mails

I woke up Tuesday morning to find two e-mails from my guy. He normally doesn't send me a couple of e-mails in rapid succession.

Naturally, I looked at the first one:

Why are you offline for 12 hours? Are you okay??

He was looking at my status on our corporate instant messaging application. I thought it was sweet that he was so concerned.

The second e-mail had the following content:

Wait a minute, it's only 6:08am in Toronto. I got worried there for a minute. Talk to you later!

He is sweet, especially when he travels and the time difference briefly messes him up.

We talked later in the day. It was during my lunch hour, which worked out well.

"You're sweet to be worried about me," I said to him.
"I have to be worried about you. You're my sweetness."

He's such a sweetie.

New car, new treehouse

My guy has been away for a week now. One week down. Three more to go.

He is actually in Cairo first and will make his way to Johannesburg shortly afterward. We caught up with each other on Wednesday, as it takes him a couple of days to adjust to the time difference (seven hours) before he is alert enough to do anything.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be asleep?!" I asked him. It would have been 01:00 his time.
"I have to do some work," he said.
"I know the feeling I worked all [last] weekend," I replied.
"What's new with you?" he asked me.
"I got a new car!" I exclaimed.

He's a car guy. I have learned so much from him.

I have been driving a Prius for seven years. I was thinking about getting another Prius. My lease expires in July. However, there was an event happening where the dealership would take care of my current lease and allow me to get a new vehicle.

Last Saturday, I spent my entire afternoon test-driving cars. I finally settled on a new car. I got a 2016 Scion iM in electric blue.

My guy was impressed. He immediately found the Web site and streamed the video. He liked my car.

I wanted a sporty, fun car to drive. This car is all of that. It also has eco mode, so I don't have to feel guilty driving such a car. It doesn't guzzling gas.

The car comes in automatic and manual. My guy likes the latter. However, considering how horrible traffic is around here, I went with the automatic transmission with manual drive options. So, I get the best of both worlds. I can drive manual, but without a real clutch.

My guy and I love the rims on the car. The colour is pretty. It drives nicely. I love it!

It is one of the reasons why I haven't posted for a bit. I am enjoying my new purchase.

"What's the backseat like?" my guy said, imaging him grinning from ear to ear.
"I haven't tested the treehouse. I need you here."
"I can't wait to see you and test out the treehouse," my guy stated.

Me, neither.

Work, car, travel, and jet lag

Work is crazy crazy. I am handling far too much work. We have a new intern that I have been training, which as been the highlight of my week so far.

My guy is in South Africa. I haven't heard from him, which basically means that he is trying to shake off his jet lag. I miss him.

The good news is that each time I eat a bagel, it reminds me of how sweet he was to pick up lots of bagels for me when he was in Montreal. He is the best, as are the bagels!

I decided to test drive a few cars on Saturday. I am picking up my new car later today. I will provide more details once I have spent some time cruising around in it.

Mouse Jiggle while trying to be a helpful good girl

My guy and I chat about a ton of topics. Recently, over lunch, I told him about an application that I had downloaded on my work computer. It is called Mouse Jiggle, which simulates your mouse moving around, but you don't see the mouse pointer.

It is one of the best little applications. I love it so much. Why? Here's my brief story.

I tend to watch Netflix on my work laptop. I work from home on Wednesdays. After I am done for the day, I watch a movie. If I don't use my mouse, my laptop will automatically dim itself after a certain period due to inactivity. I don't want to miss anything that I am watching, so I would rather have the application simulate my moving the mouse around.

There may also be times where I want to appear to be online, even though I am exhausted and want to take a nap. This application would benefit my guy when he is recovering from jetlag!

Anyway, my guy wrote me an e-mail the other day, asking how I was. He then asked me if I could send him the name of the application or forward a link. Naturally, I did in my response. I signed it as being helpful good girl.

My guy has the best replies. He wrote the following:

Thanks a bunch. Yes, you're a helpful girl, but never good! 

I will always be his bad girl, which is endearing, especially when he tells me that I am due for another spanking.

Hot dogs - miracles do come true

If you have been reading along for a bit, you will know that I do enjoy eating a hot dog from time to time. I tend to have a hot dog when I'm hungry after exercising my wallet at Costco. I also like having a hot dog when I am watching either a live sporting event or a movie.

Whenever my guy and I are out, and I see a hot dog option on the menu, I ask him if he would get me one. He will flat out tell me no. He did make an exception a couple of months ago and said that I could order one because he was in a good mood.

Our usual debate is that my guy argues that eating hot dogs is bad for your health. I tell him that I can get all-beef ones. He is unconvinced that they are truly pure beef. So, I end up telling him that eating hot dogs are yummy, which drives him crazy.

Well, he admitted to me that he had to eat some hot dogs last week in Dubai. I asked him for photographic proof. He refused and said that I should trust him.

My guy was still recovering from his jetlag. He woke up one morning and was running late for work. He ended up going to work on an empty stomach. My guy is the type of person who cannot function if he is hungry. He needs to curb his hunger immediately before he can function normally.

The only food available during his first break at the customer site were hot dogs. He told me that it was painful for him to eat them (yes, plural), but he was hungry and had no choice in the matter.

Today, I teased him that he has eaten more hot dogs this year than I have. It's a fun exercise, likely resulting in a sore bottom on my part. It's worth it!

Swimming and spanking

Work drives me insane. I worked from home on Wednesday. The rest of my team stayed at work till 21:00.

I went into the office yesterday and pulled a twelve-hour workday. I am so exhausted, but I wanted to blog tonight, to unwind a bit.

My guy managed to give me a call from a cafe during my lunch time. Although he has been in Dubai for nearly two weeks, he is still jetlagged and doesn't sleep too well.

We were talking about working out and the pool at his hotel.

"I don't find swimming all that interesting, especially when I am swimming by myself," he complained.
"I think that it would be more fun if I were in the pool with you. I could splash you. I could also fondle you."
"Yes, I'd like that," he replied. "I could reciprocate."

Naturally, being spanking in a wet bathing suit would hurt quite a bit. I have never been spanked that way, so that will be a first when it does happen. A girl can certainly dream, of course.

Jet lag, chats, and puns

I get down when my guy is away on business and doesn't have a chance to connect with me. Sure, e-mail exchanges help keep us connected. However, it's not the same when you long to hear the voice of something you love and miss.

My guy has been in Lebanon for a week. It's a seven-hour difference between us. My guy doesn't handle jet lag too well. So, it took him three days to get used to the time change before he was good to chat with me on Skype.

Although the wait was painful, it was good to chat with him a handful of times. Thursday, we did it twice. We first tried in the morning, but his Internet connection was horrible. I was doing most of the talking. It's funny, but he likes when he lets me babble. He does it often for a living and it gives him a bit of a break. He also likes to know what I have been up to.

He is in the office on Monday. I am, too, for the entire day. Our conversations can be playful and a lot of fun as a participant.

"I'll come up and say hi," he told me, referring to the fact that my cubicle is on the building's top floor now.
"You'll cum?" I said, teasing him. "I know you'll be up."
"Yes, Cutiebootie. I will cum all over the place."
"You'll stand up and say hi, too."
"Of course," he replied.
"I can hand you a sticky note," I started saying, catching myself in the sexual innuendo, which was not deliberate for a change. "I mean, Post-It Note, with my phone extension."
"Yes, you'll definitely be sticky and wet. I'll call you for a good time."

Ah, the fun of being the starter of such a pun-fest!

We had talked in the past about my giving him my phone extension. He thought that it would be convenient for him to call me once his seminar was over. That way, we'd meet downstairs in the lobby before heading out for lunch.

My guy is on a plane right now. It's the only time when I say that I can't wait for Monday to get here.