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I wake up and roll over to his side of the bed, wanting to feel his sleep-warmed skin, take in his scent, and press myself against him. But he’s already left for an early meeting.

We’d just moved into a small but intimate apartment in the city together, and I love that wherever I am, there he is. Our own tiny oasis above the street, a modern nest for lovebirds still infatuated with each other after six months.

I remembered the first time we fucked here, to seal the deal. We asked the estate agent to wait outside, and then Nick hiked up my skirt and took me, right up against the wall. We both had absurd grins on our face when we joined the agent outside and told her we’d take the apartment, and two days later we fucked in it again, this time on the furniture we’d moved in.

I sigh when I remember that he was gone, and get up to get ready. As always, in the shower I recall the many times he would hop in with me, or I with him. He would wash my hair, his strong hands massaging my scalp, making me wish we could stay under the stream of water forever instead of having to get out and go our separate ways for the workday.

Eventually those hands would work their heavenly magic all the way down, forehead to feet, and everything in between. He’d linger on my breasts, teasing my stiff nipples, the delicious friction of this thumb or a loofah making me want to melt.

He’d cup my vulva, moving his hand oh so slowly until I just about begged him to rub me, lick me, fuck me. And he always did, putting a glow on the day, no matter how tedious the reports or spreadsheets or how much my boss micro-managed me. I cup it now, using the razor to make it nice and smooth for later on. We both love the silken feeling of my shaved pussy, and each stroke of the blade reminds me of a stroke of his tongue. There’s something so erotic about having my cunt fully exposed, so Nick can see how puffy and wet he gets it.

I sigh again as I dry off and get dressed. Clients again today, so my lavender shirt and my favourite pants with the flashy zippers, the outfit that makes me feel the most confident. And underneath, his favourite matching black bra and panties. I may have missed our shower tryst, but thinking about after work, and having him discover the real power outfit under my executive attire, has me hot again as I leave the house. That heat, that burning need for Nick, that ache in my core for him, only grows over the course of the day. My friend Lucinda plants herself in my office, droning on and on about how hard her current project is, how long it’s taking. Hard and long, yes, just like Nick’s cock. Amazingly, I’m getting wet just sitting in my chair, Lucinda’s monologue completely ignored as I fantasize about Nick’s member, the way he rubs it along the length of my slit, rubbing my folds and my clit, building the need in my cunt before he plunges it deep inside.