Flight home with sweets - penises?

I'm back from my staycation. It was wonderful.

My guy called me on Friday from the airport while I was checking in to our hotel room. He has impeccable timing.

I finally got checked in and we chatted for a bit.

"I bought you sweets," he cheerfully said.
"Yay! Are they the ones that looks like penises?" I asked.
"Nope, they are different," he said.
"You're sweet for getting me sweets, sweetie," I said.

The sweets that look like penises are Egyptian delights. They have the same outer lining as Turkish delight, except that they have walnuts in them and are cylindrical. Each one is rolled in powered sugar. I affectionately call them penises.

The funny thing is that he knew what I had meant.

Chatting and spanking Saturday

It's fun how my guy and I greet each other when we chat.

"Hey, sweetie weetie," I said.
"Hey, there. How are you, sweetie?" he asked me.
"I'm better now. How are things with you?" I asked him.
"I'm always great whenever I speak to you. You're my sweet girl," he replied.
"Sweet good girl," I corrected.
"Um, no. You are never good. You always need to be punished," he noted.
"You can spank me this weekend," I hinted.
"I'd love to," he replied.

It'll be a nice weekend for a spanking.

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.

Ignoring work e-mails and owing me

My guy is horrible at looking at his work e-mail. He has thousands of unread e-mails. On the contrary, I need to read each one and don't have this problem.

"Did you read about the new strong authentication process that we have? We need to switch over to the new system by the end of May," I said.

I got a long, blank stare. It was confirmation that he hadn't.

"You still don't read your e-mails, right?" I asked rhetorically.
"I am bad with reading them," he admitted. "I read yours, though."
"That's nice. I'm glad you don't label them as spam," I joked.
"No, I always pay attention to your e-mails. Can you forward me this one?" he asked.
"Sure. You owe me," I noted.
"I always do, sweetie," he said, smiling at me.

I sometimes wonder what he'd do if I didn't let him know about such important procedures at work.

Being a good girl for sending an e-card on Valentine's Day

As noted a few posts ago, I had sent my guy an e-card on Valentine's Day. He got it and reciprocated.

The fun part about sending this e-card was that Sweetie was my recipient's name. My name was Good girl.

When my guy sent an e-card back, he ended up using the default names. So, I am indeed Good girl.

It's nice that he agrees in the e-card world. He still feels that I am bad, which is why he needs to spank me.