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Tumble Out Of Bed And Stumble In To The Kitchen, Pour Myself A Cup Of Ambition
“I’ve been really trying baby,” I started, warming myself up, “Trying to hold back this feeling, for so long. And if you feel, like I feel baby … Come on … Oh, come on … Ooh … Lets ...
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I crept up to bed in the first few minutes of the A.M. Kate was doing her best, pretending to be asleep. As I peeled back the sheets, and gently lifted myself into the bed, pulling the quilt over myself as I lay down I heard Kate huff rather loudly. She wasn’t about to start another argument but wasn’t in the mood to discuss what had happened earlier. I’d stayed downstairs as long as I could manage, watching TV (Law and Order in particular), but came up when I felt my eyelids starting to droop.
After having a not-so-good amount of sleep, Kate had woken up earlier than me and had already left the room, I walked into our en suite bathroom and turned on the shower. I hadn’t wanted to disturb Kate, so I’d only slept in my boxers which made it easy for me to undress for the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, rubbing my eyes and trying to get rid of the dark circles. Honestly, I’m 26 and I have bags under my eyes.
Stepping into the shower, I allowed the heated water to tip over my exposed body. The shower cubicle was quite small, which meant that I could move around and ‘clean thoroughly’. It was small enough for me to be able to sit down at the bottom near the plug hole and comfortably cross my legs.
The hot water steamed up the glass door and I indulged in mindless childishness by drawing rude symbols in the vapour and then wiping them away. Leaning back onto the wall opposite the shower nozzle, I slithered down it and sat with the water cascading onto me. The floor was cold; I winced as my ass touched its chilly base.
Thinking back to yesterday, I probably shouldn’t have gone out with Beth, it was wrong of me to lie to Kate. She deserves better, she’s an amazing woman and is incredibly pretty. She has long blonde hair; it curls and reaches half way down her back. Like Beth, she had stunning eyes. The one difference was that Beth had blue eyes and Kate’s were brown, or rather, hazel. Her skin was blemish free, and I can remember the first time I saw her Joe had shouted across the bar “Damn, gotta get me some of that!”
The one problem was … She wasn’t my type. I guess that’s why I went for her, she was a rebound. Now, Beth, Beth was my type. She had sexy short hair, brunette and sun-kissed. A perfect shape. A wiggle when she walked. The way she bit her pencil. She was … She was … She was making me hard.
Normally, there would’ve been two options here but Kate was pissed off. I’d have to take care of myself. But being the romantic that I am, I even had to romance myself. Thinking of the way Beth would bite her lip and toss her hair; I couldn’t help but touch myself, and quiver slightly under the sensation.
I’d often sing to women before I made love to them. What the fuck? Made love? I mean, before I screwed them … Because the women I dated liked that. It became a habit of mine to sing to myself, getting into the mood while doing it, before I did anything. My favourite had to be, without a shadow of a doubt, Marvin Gaye. I took hold of the shower nozzle, using it as a microphone and began.
“I’ve been really trying baby,” I started, warming myself up, “Trying to hold back this feeling, for so long. And if you feel, like I feel baby … Come on … Oh, come on … Ooh … Lets get it on!”
I turned the handle on the shower, making sure that the water spurted out at full pressure. Closing my eyes, I imagined the fantasy I’d been having for about two months now. Beth, she was wearing one of those sexy nurses outfits (Cliché or what?), pouting and putting on an innocent face. We’re in my office and she’s pushed me down onto the desk, but I sit up, I look at her. Clutching myself tightly, I moved my hand up and down my length. Slower, I moved slower, teasing myself.
I imagined her straddling me, rubbing herself against me as she kissed me. Visualizing her taunting me, I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan. My hand was still moving up and down my dick, I couldn’t help but go faster. If ever it happened, I’d want Beth to make me beg, make me wait. So I waited.
“Gonna get it oh-o-on! Ooh! Let’s get it …” I gasped, I’d began pumping, faster and faster. I choked out a whimper, I’d nearly finished the song and I didn’t bother trying to hold on for as long as I could. Reaching out for some shower gel, and putting it into the palm of my hand, I thrust hard into the four fingers and thumb that were wrapped around my cock. I came hard, gasping Beth’s name.
Stepping out of the shower, I cleaned off the steam that had built up on the mirror; I smiled at the sight of my rosy cheeks. I looked myself up and down, for once happy with what my eyes saw. There was nothing like Marvin Gaye and a beautiful woman to brighten your day.
I went into the bedroom, completely naked, singing to my hearts content. Picking out the suit I was going to wear today, I realised I’d left my towel in the bathroom and went to fetch it. As I re-emerged in the bedroom, a matter of seconds after leaving it, Kate was already dressed and was collecting her briefcase. She was still unbelievably pissed off, I’ll try and talk to her later, I’m in too good a mood for an argument.
I hummed lightly, getting louder as I went along, slipping back into Marvin Gaye, skipping lines as I went, “Trying to hold back this feeling, for so long … Ooh … Lets get it on”
“Ha! You wish” Kate mocked before leaving the room; I thought it was a little unfair but it didn’t kill my post-orgasm buzz. I continued to sing as I dressed in my black cord trousers, plain white shirt and navy tie. Practically Skipping down the stairs, I veered to the left and into the kitchen.
Kate had put the kettle on to boil and had automatically placed two cups on the counter, she’d made herself a cup of tea but had neglected to make the mug of steaming hot coffee that would usually await me. I put a spoon full of coffee into my very, very, very special Nightmare Before Christmas mug along with two spoonfuls of sugar and took a sip. It didn’t quite taste as good as Becca’s coffee but it got me through the day.
I didn’t have to go for another hour or so. As a rule, I wake up at seven o’clock even though I don’t have to be at work until half nine and it didn’t take any more than half an hour to get to work; even with heavy traffic. Upon arrival at work (Which was usually an early arrival), I’d hide myself away in my office and psych myself up for the day ahead.
This morning was different; I was going to take it with ease. I was going to put on some music, relax before work and enjoy it. Walking into our living room, I looked at the CD’s on the rack and pulled out; you’ve got it, Marvin Gaye. Well, actually, it’s a CD called ‘Most Romantic Love Songs You’ll Ever Hear’. I’d try and say it was one of Kate’s, but no, it’s mine.
I flicked through the tracks, leaving it on Nat King Cole’s ‘Unforgettable’ before turning over. I crooned around our living room, enjoying the calm feeling that had washed over me. Singing along, using my hidden talent to seduce the imaginary lover I was singing to. I must admit that I danced rather appallingly around the room, holding my arms out in the way a professional dancer would embrace his female counter part.
Picking my keys up from the side table, I opened the front door and stepped out into the cool winter air. Taking a deep breath, I pressed down the ‘Unlock’ button on the key fob and walked over to the door. My Honda was beautiful; I loved my car more than the house or any of its contents. I’d had a few little extra’s put in, like a stereo and a retro horn. The stereo had a CD changer that could hold up to twelve CD’s and also had a little slot for my MP3 player.
I’m not the richest of doctors, but I made sure that I bought a decent car, and made sure that it would last. I used to have a Gee-Whiz, which was definitely retro but I’d gotten a diesel with a 1.4 litre engine but the horsepower on it was shit. I traded that in as soon as I could afford my baby, uh, my Honda.
Sitting in it made me happy, turning on the engine and not hearing it rev up made me ecstatic. Remembering how pissed off Kate would get every time I said ‘Did you hear it turn on?’ would always make chuckle. She’d get annoyed; probably more so now that she’s pregnant, and she’d reply through gritted teeth ‘You’re not meant to hear it’. Being fair, she did humour the first few times.
The drive to work seemed pleasant. Being stuck in two traffic jams didn’t bother me; I took the time to have a look around the area I never really saw. My sense of adventure seemed to claw at my insides, I was desperate to explore everything, Kate and I hadn’t lived around this area for too long and I’d never taken the time to look around because I was consumed by job hunting and passing degrees. Unimportant things really, in the grand scheme of things.
After having a not-so-good amount of sleep, Kate had woken up earlier than me and had already left the room, I walked into our en suite bathroom and turned on the shower. I hadn’t wanted to disturb Kate, so I’d only slept in my boxers which made it easy for me to undress for the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, rubbing my eyes and trying to get rid of the dark circles. Honestly, I’m 26 and I have bags under my eyes.
Stepping into the shower, I allowed the heated water to tip over my exposed body. The shower cubicle was quite small, which meant that I could move around and ‘clean thoroughly’. It was small enough for me to be able to sit down at the bottom near the plug hole and comfortably cross my legs.
The hot water steamed up the glass door and I indulged in mindless childishness by drawing rude symbols in the vapour and then wiping them away. Leaning back onto the wall opposite the shower nozzle, I slithered down it and sat with the water cascading onto me. The floor was cold; I winced as my ass touched its chilly base.
Thinking back to yesterday, I probably shouldn’t have gone out with Beth, it was wrong of me to lie to Kate. She deserves better, she’s an amazing woman and is incredibly pretty. She has long blonde hair; it curls and reaches half way down her back. Like Beth, she had stunning eyes. The one difference was that Beth had blue eyes and Kate’s were brown, or rather, hazel. Her skin was blemish free, and I can remember the first time I saw her Joe had shouted across the bar “Damn, gotta get me some of that!”
The one problem was … She wasn’t my type. I guess that’s why I went for her, she was a rebound. Now, Beth, Beth was my type. She had sexy short hair, brunette and sun-kissed. A perfect shape. A wiggle when she walked. The way she bit her pencil. She was … She was … She was making me hard.
Normally, there would’ve been two options here but Kate was pissed off. I’d have to take care of myself. But being the romantic that I am, I even had to romance myself. Thinking of the way Beth would bite her lip and toss her hair; I couldn’t help but touch myself, and quiver slightly under the sensation.
I’d often sing to women before I made love to them. What the fuck? Made love? I mean, before I screwed them … Because the women I dated liked that. It became a habit of mine to sing to myself, getting into the mood while doing it, before I did anything. My favourite had to be, without a shadow of a doubt, Marvin Gaye. I took hold of the shower nozzle, using it as a microphone and began.
“I’ve been really trying baby,” I started, warming myself up, “Trying to hold back this feeling, for so long. And if you feel, like I feel baby … Come on … Oh, come on … Ooh … Lets get it on!”
I turned the handle on the shower, making sure that the water spurted out at full pressure. Closing my eyes, I imagined the fantasy I’d been having for about two months now. Beth, she was wearing one of those sexy nurses outfits (Cliché or what?), pouting and putting on an innocent face. We’re in my office and she’s pushed me down onto the desk, but I sit up, I look at her. Clutching myself tightly, I moved my hand up and down my length. Slower, I moved slower, teasing myself.
I imagined her straddling me, rubbing herself against me as she kissed me. Visualizing her taunting me, I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan. My hand was still moving up and down my dick, I couldn’t help but go faster. If ever it happened, I’d want Beth to make me beg, make me wait. So I waited.
“Gonna get it oh-o-on! Ooh! Let’s get it …” I gasped, I’d began pumping, faster and faster. I choked out a whimper, I’d nearly finished the song and I didn’t bother trying to hold on for as long as I could. Reaching out for some shower gel, and putting it into the palm of my hand, I thrust hard into the four fingers and thumb that were wrapped around my cock. I came hard, gasping Beth’s name.
Stepping out of the shower, I cleaned off the steam that had built up on the mirror; I smiled at the sight of my rosy cheeks. I looked myself up and down, for once happy with what my eyes saw. There was nothing like Marvin Gaye and a beautiful woman to brighten your day.
I went into the bedroom, completely naked, singing to my hearts content. Picking out the suit I was going to wear today, I realised I’d left my towel in the bathroom and went to fetch it. As I re-emerged in the bedroom, a matter of seconds after leaving it, Kate was already dressed and was collecting her briefcase. She was still unbelievably pissed off, I’ll try and talk to her later, I’m in too good a mood for an argument.
I hummed lightly, getting louder as I went along, slipping back into Marvin Gaye, skipping lines as I went, “Trying to hold back this feeling, for so long … Ooh … Lets get it on”
“Ha! You wish” Kate mocked before leaving the room; I thought it was a little unfair but it didn’t kill my post-orgasm buzz. I continued to sing as I dressed in my black cord trousers, plain white shirt and navy tie. Practically Skipping down the stairs, I veered to the left and into the kitchen.
Kate had put the kettle on to boil and had automatically placed two cups on the counter, she’d made herself a cup of tea but had neglected to make the mug of steaming hot coffee that would usually await me. I put a spoon full of coffee into my very, very, very special Nightmare Before Christmas mug along with two spoonfuls of sugar and took a sip. It didn’t quite taste as good as Becca’s coffee but it got me through the day.
I didn’t have to go for another hour or so. As a rule, I wake up at seven o’clock even though I don’t have to be at work until half nine and it didn’t take any more than half an hour to get to work; even with heavy traffic. Upon arrival at work (Which was usually an early arrival), I’d hide myself away in my office and psych myself up for the day ahead.
This morning was different; I was going to take it with ease. I was going to put on some music, relax before work and enjoy it. Walking into our living room, I looked at the CD’s on the rack and pulled out; you’ve got it, Marvin Gaye. Well, actually, it’s a CD called ‘Most Romantic Love Songs You’ll Ever Hear’. I’d try and say it was one of Kate’s, but no, it’s mine.
I flicked through the tracks, leaving it on Nat King Cole’s ‘Unforgettable’ before turning over. I crooned around our living room, enjoying the calm feeling that had washed over me. Singing along, using my hidden talent to seduce the imaginary lover I was singing to. I must admit that I danced rather appallingly around the room, holding my arms out in the way a professional dancer would embrace his female counter part.
Picking my keys up from the side table, I opened the front door and stepped out into the cool winter air. Taking a deep breath, I pressed down the ‘Unlock’ button on the key fob and walked over to the door. My Honda was beautiful; I loved my car more than the house or any of its contents. I’d had a few little extra’s put in, like a stereo and a retro horn. The stereo had a CD changer that could hold up to twelve CD’s and also had a little slot for my MP3 player.
I’m not the richest of doctors, but I made sure that I bought a decent car, and made sure that it would last. I used to have a Gee-Whiz, which was definitely retro but I’d gotten a diesel with a 1.4 litre engine but the horsepower on it was shit. I traded that in as soon as I could afford my baby, uh, my Honda.
Sitting in it made me happy, turning on the engine and not hearing it rev up made me ecstatic. Remembering how pissed off Kate would get every time I said ‘Did you hear it turn on?’ would always make chuckle. She’d get annoyed; probably more so now that she’s pregnant, and she’d reply through gritted teeth ‘You’re not meant to hear it’. Being fair, she did humour the first few times.
The drive to work seemed pleasant. Being stuck in two traffic jams didn’t bother me; I took the time to have a look around the area I never really saw. My sense of adventure seemed to claw at my insides, I was desperate to explore everything, Kate and I hadn’t lived around this area for too long and I’d never taken the time to look around because I was consumed by job hunting and passing degrees. Unimportant things really, in the grand scheme of things.
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