Evil eye bracelet and horniness

I had a good chat with my guy as I drove home from work last night. He was his usual sweet self, asking what I would like from Istanbul.

When we first started dating, I had an evil eye bracelet. It was a western version of the evil eye. The bracelet was sterling silver, except for the eye, which was a light blue colour. The eye itself was round. Sadly, I broke that bracelet. It was pretty dainty.

I got a replacement evil eye bracelet after that. The chain seemed less dainty. The evil eye was oval in shape and the blue colour was more pronounced. I also managed to break that bracelet. I tried fixing it, but it was a lost cause.

I asked my guy for a Turkish evil eye bracelet. I never thought about getting one while I was there, for I still had my evil eye one in working condition. If there is a place to get one, Istanbul is the place.

"No problem. Consider it done," he said.
"Thanks, sweetie," I said.
"You're very welcome, sweetness."

I also liked how he ended our call.

"Be good. If you are bad, I will need to spank you when I am back," he said.
"Now I'm horny as I drive home," I said.

He knows how to make me a happy good girl.

Birthday gifts and snuggles

My guy, besides taking me out to a movie and lunch, got me some wonderful birthday presents.

He bought me Turkish apple tea. I fell in love with this stuff when we were in Istanbul together. He went one step further and got me the tea in a beautiful tin. I had previously bought the tea in a box.

He also got me a massager. It's the type that you can wrap around your neck, wrists, waist, and more. It's fancy. I love it.

We spent tonight snuggling in bed and chatting. I love when we have quiet moments. It's nice.

Gift ideas, including tea and a birthday spanking

Whenever my guy travels on business, he tends to ask this question:

"What would you like me to bring back?" he asked.
"That's a good question," I replied.

It's a good thing that I have been to Istanbul before. I asked him for tea. Specifically, there is this instant apple tea that I like.

While we were having lunch, I did a quick search on my phone and found the photo. I showed him. He knew exactly what I was referring to. He also knows me well that I am a huge tea drinker.

I am less than a week away from going on vacation. I will be in my guy's neck of the woods for most of it. It's a staycation that I am looking forward to.

"What would you like for your birthday?" he asked me.
"The usual that I ask for each year. I want you and a birthday spanking," I replied.
"You already have me. I can give you a birthday spanking on your birthday this year," he smiled.
"Yay!" I said joyfully.

It's rare that we spend time on each other's birthdays. Normally, he is on the road. We have spent his birthday together once, which was special. We get to reciprocate this year.

Turkish delight and tastebuds

A couple of weeks ago, I picked up two boxes of Turkish delight that my guy has bought for me from Istanbul. He left them on my desk at work. I picked them off after having flown in from Shanghai and had to pick up my car at the office. I have grown to love Turkish delight.

Years ago, I tried the Turkish Delight candy bar that you get at the local convenience store. I disliked it. It tasted gross.

The authentic, flavourful version from Istanbul is yummy. My guy and I went into a store and I sampled raspberry Turkish delight. It was so good. I have longed for it ever since. I asked my guy if he could get me some.

My guy apologized that he couldn't find any. I was so sick with bronchitis that my tastebuds were shot. I had a cube of Turkish delight once I got home and imagined that it tasted like raspberries. I could only figure out that there was some acidic flavour in there, but couldn't make out what flavour I was eating.

My tastebuds are back. He got me two boxes of assorted fruit flavours, with rose ones mixed in. The orange, lemon, and strawberry and yummy. I have always enjoyed the rose.

He did well. I am also thankful that I can enjoy tasting what I eat again!

Back home -- sick, tired, and happy

On Sunday night, I returned safely home from my vacation. The flight was rather long. It wasn't the smoothest trip.

I didn't realize that you can't pack nail polish in your checked-in luggage in Shanghai. Sadly, I had to surrender three bottles of Formula X polish that I had brought with me. I just found out that this entire line of nail polish is being discontinued at Sephora. It's a bummer, for this polish works well for me. It stays on for a long period and I love the colours.

I also had a can of dry shampoo. Apparently, it is okay to pack that in your luggage. I also had a bottle of water with me. You can bring that through security. I don't get it, but what do I know?

For the first time, I left my passport at security after my carry-on belongings and I went through the scanners. I normally hold my passport in my hand, but the guy tossed it with my laptop. So, I didn't fetch it until five minutes later when I realized that I didn't have it with me.

I didn't sleep much on my fourteen-hour flight back. The three folks in front of me were constantly yakking for the first four hours. The guy in the same row, separated by the aisle, had his reading light on the entire time. I also flew back with a cold and an annoying, mucus-abundant cough, so that wasn't fun either.

And, yes, my flight was delayed by forty minutes. Customs in Toronto took forever. I managed to select one that was interrogating every little thing with folks who could not speak English and needed an interpreter. Wonderful!

When she got to me, my interaction with her took a minute. I didn't mind the wait, as I was sweating so much from dashing here and there that I needed to cool off.

I do like the express walkway. That helped a ton.

I took a limo taxi to my office. My car was still there after over two weeks.

When I was driving to my workplace to ultimately catch a taxi to the airport back then, a stone hit my windshield and chipped it. By the time I had arrived at my workplace, it was a good four-inch crack. On Sunday, it was much larger. It was a swirl. Sadly, I will need to get the entire windshield replaced. Ugh!

There is a silver lining, though. I went into the office after the taxi had driven to my car and had offloaded my luggage. On my desk, my guy had left two boxes of Turkish delight, which made everything better.

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.

"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.

I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.

"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.

I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

Storm, travel, and Turkish delight

My guy is here for a few days before he flies off to Istanbul for business this weekend. We both didn't see each other on Tuesday, due to the snowstorm.

The snowstorm was a bit disappointing. Both of us did not get the predicted accumulations in our respective neighbourhood. We both worked from home. The good news is that I am glad that I did. The winds were extremely gusty that it wouldn't have been worth it to do the commute to and from work.

As usual, my guy is sweet.

"What would you like from Istanbul?" he asked me.
"I just want you back in my arms," I replied.
"You always have me," he said sweetly. "Did you want some Turkish delight?"
"Sure. If there is raspberry, I'd like that."

He's thoughtful. He told me that he thinks of me fondly whenever he is at this airport. It was my first time in a fancy lounge that had leather seats, a movie area, and fresh popcorn.

I remember how he bought me a snack from Starbucks and how he had to ask me where the lounge was. My guy is the first to admit that he is directionally challenged. Luckily, I am different.

My guy is back!

My guy's flight was scheduled to land at 18:30 on Saturday. I got a call from him at 18:05.

"Hey! Your flight must be early," I said to him.
"Yes, I just landed," he said, with a tone in his voice implying that he was happy to hear my voice.
"Oh, no! I'm not at the office yet," I indicated to him.
"It sounds like you're driving. Take your time, sweetie," he told me.
"Okay! I'll see you soon, sweetie."

It's a good thing that I am a pretty punctual person. I managed to get there before he did. He walked over to my car and opened the passenger-side door.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Hey," he replied. I reached out to hold his hand.
"You're woolly!" I replied, admiring his maroon wool sweater under his jacket.
"Yes, I am. I see that you are wearing a skirt... or are they shorts?" he asked me.
"It's a skirt," I said.

We got into the backseat, which would be the first time that we are truly christening the new treehouse.

My guy handed me a bag of goodies:

• From Budapest, he got me a boomerang. I will obviously need to try it outdoors. 
• From Ireland, he got me a Shaun the Sheep plush toy and a doorplate with my name. He thought that the former would be perfect for me to cuddle with. The doorplate is nice, as it has Ireland on it. 
• From Cairo, he bought me more Egyptian Turkish delight, which looks like a dong, but it's really fresh walnuts with Turkish delight wrapped around it.

My guy is sweet. We spent a bit of time hugging and kissing before my spanking.

Turkish delight and walnuts

My guy recently returned from Cairo. He is a thoughtful, sweet guy. He tends to bring me a souvenir back from his travels.

He brought me Turkish delight, but the Egyptian version. It's basically a long cylindrical piece of Turkish delight, with whole walnuts inside.

On Thursday, my guy came into work at roughly the same time as I did. It shocked me. I tend to get to the office sooner than he does. He was obviously still adjusting to the time difference. I was obviously still waking up.

We both have rolling laptop bags. We rolled them into the elevator.

"The Turkish Egyptian delight is delightful," I said to my guy. "It reminds me of your member when it's happy."
"I'm glad you like it," my guy said, laughing.
"The walnuts are so fresh. So are yours," I said in a cheeky way.

Last week, I was working from various meeting rooms on the second floor of our office building. My guy was on the third, so we wished each other a good day when I was about to leave the elevator. Of course, we'd be having lunch together in a few hours. Still, he blew me a kiss before the elevators closed.

His sweetness never goes unnoticed.

Hello from Istanbul!

I left for Toronto late Saturday night, taking a nine-hour flight to Istanbul.

By the way, I am writing this post in the business centre of the hotel that my guy and I are staying at. Let me just say that there are challenges to typing on a Turkish keyboard:

• The period is shifted over my a space. So, I end up entering ç.
• The comma is to the left of the carriage return.
• The letter i is to the left of the comma
• The @ symbol is shared with the letter Q. I need to press the Alt Gr button with the letter Q.
• The < and > characters use the same key. I need to press the Shift key to get the latter.

You can probably tell that it took me a long time to figure all of these nuances out, because I am a touch typist. I now have to slow down and look at the physical keyboard to make sense of what I am writing. The worst part was that my e-mail password has the letter i in it. I was unable to log in multiple times until I noticed that there are technically two letter i keys on the keyboard (that is, ı and i).

Well, I decided to go back to my room and grab my work laptop to write. I moved over to the business lounge where I can have a beverage while I write.

I am taking it easy today. Tonight, my guy and I are going to hit the down. We did that last night, but I had decided to walk all six floors of a mall nearby while he was at work. So, I was pretty tired walking up steep terrain last night that I didn't want to wear out that soon.

Anyway, my flight into Istanbul was great. However, I sat next to an extremely fidgety guy who kept elbowing and grazing me with his arm. I had had it when I was finally able to snooze and he once again interrupted my sleep when he hit me. I woke up and told him that I can't sleep with him constantly knocking into me. At one point, he was tugging at my seatbelt. I actually found his seatbelt and told him to put it on.

Needless to say, I did not sleep too well. Traffic in this city on a Sunday evening is jammed. It took me 1.5 hours to get to the hotel. It was to the point where the taxi driver was apologizing to me.

The hotel is nice. Everyone is super friendly and helpful. I had the front desk call my guy. We talked briefly before he came down to see me. We hugged. The bellhop brought my stuff up.

My guy and I kissed and hugged after the bellhop had left. I got to caress his freshly shaved head. He pressed his hard cock against me. He groped and played with my butt. He even gave me a few lovetaps.

We went into the business lounge for dinner. I had grilled chicken with a layered pasta dish containing ground beef, cheese, and mushrooms. Pepsi Light (European for Diet Pepsi) is offered in a glass bottle. It's just a classy place.

We talked and ate. We recapped our day.

We went back to our hotel for a bit of fun. He pleasured me a couple of times and showered me with kisses. I ended up giving him two blowjobs, which got him incredibly excited and happy.

My guy told me that he took a walk earlier in the day and got lost, so he had to take a taxi. I burst out laughing. He found my bottom, hiked my panties up to expose my bare bottom, and gave me several swats, telling me that I was bad.

We then cuddled for the rest of the night, talking while watching TV, and just enjoying being together at long last.