Surprise text full of honest, sweet thoughts

The man in my life is sweet and mushy. He poured his heart out in a text last night to me. It was poignant.

He had said that he can't write a novel. He proved himself wrong. It was nice and I woke up wiht a smile on my face reading it.

It's nice to feel loved again. To feel like someone out there cares and is genuinely sweet.

Missing me and flying home

I miss my guy. He's flying home as I type this post.

I like when he gets all mushy and sweet.

"You know that I miss you a ton, right?" he said in a tender moment in our conversation.
"I think so. You don't normally say it as much as I do, but I know that you do," I said.
"Yes, I do miss you a lot. I can't wait to kiss those lips of yours," he said.

The feeling is definitely mutual.

Being mushy after looking at a photo of me

The weekend is here! I am spending part of my weekend with a dear friend. We are going to the beer and food truck festival. It's always nice to catch up with her.

My guy misses me. The feeling is always mutual.

We had this conversation:

"I like your profile pic on LinkedIn," he said.
"Thanks. You should. You took it," I reminded him.
"Yes, that's true. The subject makes the photo," he said.
"You're oozing sweetness again," I commented.
"When I miss you, it comes out naturally," he admitted.
"I like when you're mushy," I noted.
"You're worth it," he said.

I like when he's in mushy mode.

Jokes and mushiness

My guy and I were chatting the other day. He cracked a joke and I laughed.

"I love when you laugh at my jokes. Normally, I have to tickle you," he teased.
"Your joke was funny. It's some of your puns that are horrible. All because I don't laugh doesn't mean that it's not clever, you know," I pointed out.
"Yes, I know. I just want you to be happy," he admitted.
"I am, especially with you," I said.

Yep, it was a mushy moment.

Polite, sweet guy

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch. The roads were in pretty good condition. However, the plaza had a ton of slush and ice.

My guy parked and noticed that there were puddles everywhere. He insisted on driving me to the front door of the restaurant. It was a sweet, kind gesture.

I waited for him to park and walk over to the Chinese restaurant. We he got there, I tugged on the right door. It was locked. I tried the left one. Same thing. I then looked at the sign that was taped to the glass. The restaurant was closed due to flooding from the ice storm. Oh, no!

Luckily, this plaza has a number of eateries. We tried an Afghani restaurant. I have been there a number of times, but he hadn't.

The pavement was slippery. My guy immediately reached for my hand as we walked over. I love that he always wants to make sure that I am okay.

We walked in and ordered. He got the beef kofta with salad and a pita. I went with the grilled chicken skewer with rice, salad, and a pita. I asked that the salad dressing be held.

We found a booth and sat down. We chatted until our number was called, which was 13. It finally was and we both got our food.

Sadly, I had salad dressing on my salad. The dressing has dairy and I am borderline lactose-intolerant.

My guy was not thrilled. He took my tray of food back and asked for a dressing-free salad. He is truly my knight in shining armour. He came back with a new plate of non-dairy food. I was a happy camper.

It was a good lunch. He liked the food, so we now have two places to have lunch at.

After we were done, my guy decided to fetch his car and had me wait outside. He was exceptionally sweet and I told him so.

"I would do anything for you. It's easy," he admitted.
"I love when you are so naturally sweet," I pointed out.
"You're an attractive woman. You deserve being treated well," he said, being mushy.

I love him. I reached for his hand and held it lovingly as he drove us back to the office.

Mushy, boyish, horny guy

My guy asked me to call him when I was approaching the office. The whole point was to determine whether he was done getting his password reset to access our work network.

He called me about twenty minutes later.

"Hey, where are you?" he asked me.
"I'm still driving. I'm about seven minutes away from the office. How about you?" I asked.
"I just arrived at the office. I miss you," he replied.
"I miss you, too. You're being mushy, which I love," I noted.
"I'm hard. Can you play with me when you get here?" he asked me.
"You need to get your password reset. We should do that first," I reasoned.
"I don't think that I can wait," he said in his boyish way.
"You're going to be dopey at dinner," I pointed out.
"You can have all of me," he said.

I like how he is such a horny, mushy boy. It's endearing. Nothing else seems to matter. 

He told me to drive safely.

"I love you," he said, sweetly.
"I love you, too. See you soon," I replied.

He truly misses me.

Mushy mode - missing me

My guy is in mushy mode these days. He sent me a sweet e-mail, which I got just before I went to bed last night.

I like how far he has come along since we first met. These days, he is perfectly comfortable telling me that he misses me.

Just wanted to let you know that I'm missing you. Hope I can see you soon.

I like when he emotes and is mushy.

Gifts

My guy was sweet to offer to split the hotel room rate the other weekend. On the second day, he came over to my hotel room and remembered.

"Let me pay before I forget," he said, taking out his wallet.
"It's okay. You don't have to," I said to him.
"Yes, I do. How come you don't want me to pick up my fair share?" he asked me.
"You got me gifts," I indicated, looking at the cookbook and cute plush owl.
"I will always buy you gifts," he said, sweetly.

He spoils me. He truly is my gift.

Seeing my mushy guy and anticipating being punished

My guy is in mushy mode. It means that he misses me.

My plan was to drive over to his area on Friday morning to visit the liquidation centre that we both like. The problem these days is that I am in vacation mode, so waking up early may be difficult.

I woke up and he left me this text message:

Hey, why don't you check into a room on Thursday instead of driving early on Friday? I'll be happy to split it. Have a wonderful day, sweetie!

I decided to book a couple of nights. These staycations are fun. He has already told me that he'll be punishing me. Sweet!

Mushy mode and hotel plans

My guy and I had been playing Skype tag. We finally got to chat on Monday afternoon.

"Hey, where are you?" I asked him.
"I'm back in Cairo," he replied. "I miss you so much."

He's still in mushy mode, which I like. I miss him, too. He also said that he misses his bad girl.

Two more weeks remain before he comes home. I have booked a hotel room for us, which we are both looking forward to using.

I'm his girl, but a bad girl

My guy and I have fun conversations on Skype when we are apart.

"I love when you are mushy," I told my guy.
"You can make anyone extra mushy," he replied. "Your cuteness and sexiness is just too much. They can mushify any guy."
"Ugh! Mushify? Horrible!" I exclaimed, with my guy laughing.
"Mushify is good, right?"
"Um, no," I noted.
"So, it's bad, just like you," he observed.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"No, you're not. That's why you get spanked so often," he reasoned.
"You said that I am your good girl. I haven't been spanked for a while. Thus, I'm your good geeky gadget girl," I insisted.
"No, I said that you're my girl. There was no good. But, you will be spanked in a month. Bigtime."

He knows how to get me aroused. It's also fun teasing him about his made-up words.

Mushy mode about my hands and legs

My guy is extra mushy these days. It's nice. I see a boyishness when he is in this mode, which is sweet and endearing.

While driving him to the airport, we held hands. He looked at my pearl pink nail polish and said that he loved my nails.

I was still driving and he made this remark:

"You have the best looking legs that I have ever seen," he said.
"Thanks, sweetie," I replied.

I like his mushy mode that he is in.

Mushy and sweet

Whenever my guy and I have to part for a certain period, I tend to be the one who says that I don't want him to leave. He'll reassure me that it won't be long and that we'll keep in touch on Skype.

The other day, we had the complete role reversal. I drove him to the airport. I parked. He sat there.

"I don't want to leave you. I want to spend more time with you," he said, boyishly.
"I don't want you to leave, either. But, you have a flight to catch," I reasoned.
"I know. I just want to be with you longer," he stated.
"We can kiss, but you do have to catch your flight. You're kind of late and we can't have the police come over to tell you to go," I said, with both of us looking at the police car.

We kissed. It was good. We then got out of my car.

My guy went to get a cart. I did my usual bit by fetching his computer rolling back. He loaded the rest of his bags onto the cart.

We hugged. I knew that I was hugging him tightly. He reciprocated.

It's nice that he is good at expressing how he feels. He is mushy these days. It's so sweet.

A handjob and gear-shifting fun

My guy was horny after kissing and pleasuring me in the car. I looked down at his crotch. Yep, his penis was erect.

I went over to caress it. We had four minutes left before I had to take him to the airport. He freed his hard cock from his pants and briefs, and I gave my guy a handjob.

He loved seeing my hand wrapped around his erect member. I had light pink nail polish on, which drove him crazy. Moments later, he came.

Naturally, we cleaned up.

"I am always amazed at how smooth your head is," I remarked, touching his cock's head with my thumb.
"I like when you caress it that way," my guy said.

I then proceeded to pretend that his cock was a gear shifter. We both laughed.

"We are late by twenty minutes!" he remarked.
"It's all your fault," I said, smiling at him.
"It's always worth it when I am with you," he admitted.

It's nice when he is dopey and mushy.

Natural sweeteners and a sore bottom

My guy and I are similar, even when it comes to wake-up times this past weekend. We both got up at 10:40 am on Saturday and at 10:00 am on Sunday.

On Sunday, my guy called me while driving off to his course. We had this conversation.

"How is your green drink blending program going?" he asked me.
"Good. I have been varying the original recipe. I have been experimenting with removing the green apple," I replied.
"Don't you want any sweetness in your drink?" he asked me.
"I can actually do without the sugar. I drink iced green tea without sugar. I also drink hot tea black," I replied.
"Well, if you lick your lips before each sip, that would be sweet enough," my guy said, being mushy and sweet.
"If I kissed your lips first, my drink would be perfectly sweetened," I replied.
"You're so sweet," he replied.

We are both mushy. Our date was in a few hours. It went well. I am sitting here with a sore backside to prove it.

Mushy messages from my guy while travelling

On Sunday, I completely missed the following text sequence from my guy:

I'm in Istanbul in transit
I think of you every time I go to that lounge
Especially when I see the popcorn machine
And the recliners

My guy travels a lot and has access to the lounge at that airport. We have been to this airport together four times.

When we first got there, it was like being in heaven. You have food stands everywhere. You can drink anything that you want.

We ended up in the movie area where there are leather lounge chairs. They recline. My guy and I napped there during a ten-hour layover. Behind us was a popcorn machine. I helped myself to some popcorn because I love it so much.

I didn't realize how mushy my guy can be until I read his message. He misses me.

Self-propelled lawnmower and loving hand-holding time

My guy visited the liquidation centre that we were at a week ago. He was excited to share with me what he had bought.

"I got a self-propelled lawnmower for $200. It is regularly $500," he said, with pride.
"You must be thrilled with your savings," I noted.
"Yes, CB is happy," he replied.
"I like that you got a self-propelled mower. First, you don't have to exert yourself as much, so you do less work. Second, you can follow the lawnmower so you don't get lost leaving your property," I noted.

He laughed. He is a good sport.

He told me the other day that he wished that he had more time to hold my hand and love me when we went shopping last week. It's nice when he's mushy and sweet.

I'm excited to see him on Saturday!

Sweet, mushy thoughts

I have noticed that the longer my guy is away from me, not only does he miss me, but he says sweet, mushy compliments.

We chatted on Skype on Saturday afternoon. He had just come back from a safari in Johannesburg. He met other tourists on it and spent practically an entire day seeing elephants, hippos, and more.

He then went mushy on me:

You are a very special person and I am glad to have you in my life. You make me happy. I miss you.

We get to see each other in two weeks. It doesn't seem so bad now that we have reached the halfway point of his month-long trip.

I miss him lots. It's nice to be missed by a sweet guy.

Taking time to appreciate little things

A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I were cuddling. The sun was setting, so it was getting dark.

We both like to cuddle. Sometimes, we'll chat about our day while we're in each other's arms. Other times, we'll have little to say, but just like being held and touched.

This occasion, my guy was touching my ear as I leaned against his chest and hugged him. He noticed that my earring was different. It was longer and had a larger stone in it. I told him that it was lavender jade in a teardrop shape. He liked it a lot.

He continued his journey up my ear. He played with my helix ring. He likes my ears, but tells me now and again that I should either pull my hair back or tuck my hair behind me ear to display them more often.

Yesterday, we were sitting next to each other in a project room at the office. It was just the two of us. He told me that I am sweet, sexy, funny, intelligent, and spankable.

I like when he gets mushy.

Sweet somethings on Skype

My guy (MG) is expressing himself these days, to the point where he is just plain mushy. It's a nice side of him to see.

We have a seven-hour time difference for the next three weeks. He sent me a message on Skype at midnight his time.

MG: Hey there, sweetness.
Me: Hey, you! Shouldn't you be in bed by now?
MG: Yes, I should be in bed now... with you.
Me: =) I miss you.

I found an empty boardroom at work and closed the door. We chatted for about 1.5 hours.

I asked how his day went and whether he had a chance to do some sightseeing. He went out with a couple of folks from his seminar.

"I thought about you all night," he insisted. "I wanted to get back to the hotel as soon as I could to talk to you."
"You're being so sweet and mushy," I said.
"That's because you are sweet and sexy."

We spent some time getting off. I won't go into too much detail here. I have many future posts to write!

I did manage to buy a silicone paddle a while back during the Black Friday sales here. I told my guy about it. I am excited to have it used on me. Although I like when he spanks me hard with his bare hand, a bit of relief now and again with a spanking implement is a refreshing change. He is equally eager to try it out on me.