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Absence and Indulgence: A Penthouse Morning of Longing and Surrender

My hands stir on the pillow, clutching the Persian cat who claimed it overnight. His Majesty hisses, nips my finger, then flees. Eyelids sealed. Savor the dim glow filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows of this Manhattan penthouse. Not true night anymore. Hold the half-sleep haze. Body heavy under Egyptian cotton sheets. Shoulder bare to the chilled air from the AC. What if I skip the boardroom today?

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The thought bubbles like vintage Krug. Blue skies tease behind closed lids. Laziness crawls in. Mmm. Linger in bed. Roll over, feet slipping between silk and down duvet, toes dancing in cool air. A day lost to this king-sized haven—viable?

The Privilege

Guilt gnaws. Cat pounces on my toes, claws playful. Pffft. Off with you. For pleasure, palm HIS pillow. Silk velvet under fingers. Bury my face. Inhale. His scent faded, just cat fur now. ‘He was handsome, smelled so good, my legionnaire…’ Piaf echoes in mind, evoking his broad frame—my elite soldier, forged in shadows of power.

Hug the pillow. Growl low. He loves my husky voice. Curl up, legs wrapping it. Crave neck kisses, his hand on my sleepy pussy, teasing finger. His carved body spooning mine, chest hair grazing skin, cock hard against my ass. Turn to him, trace his jaw, whisper ‘Morning, love,’ eyes half-shut. Hand wanders. Push back, grind lazily.

Enough. Drag to the kitchen island of polished marble. Fog lingers. Nespresso hisses, filling the air with roasted luxury. Damn, forgot the pods. No pressing against him, head on his back, stealing his dawn wit.

Coffee steams, peppery bite. Sink into sun patch on heated floors, bare ass on leather stool. Sun stings eyes. Turn to window—Empire State gleams. Work calls. Deal battles in luxury high-stakes. Sex seals deals here.

Sip. Bitter-sweet floods tongue. Tongue tingles. ‘That’s grounds, your coffee! Not quite domestic goddess.’ His tease. Lap a drop. Crave his smooth curve instead, tongue cupping his cock head.

Stretch languid. Coffee buzz ignites senses. Lie in sun, eyes closed. Arms tense, release. Legs curl, thrust. Hips lift to breeze from terrace. Cat curls in my lap. Careful, claws. Fingers sink in warm fur. Kiss his head, scratch chin. ‘Love you,’ murmur our secret name. He purrs, then bolts, tail swishing, eyeing me superior.

Shower time. Skylight floods steam. Wish for dimmed lights, candles. Strip quick. Water cascades over marble walls, city sprawl below. Imagine him facing away. Press against his back, arms round waist, hands stroking.

Too bright. Cool rinse shocks skin alive. Pores tighten. Gel’s jasmine scent swirls. Sniff his sandalwood soap. Mmm—no, cold blast. Gasp.

The Excess

Cat perches on onyx vanity, ignoring me. Towel rough, exfoliates blissfully. Lotion warms skin, his favorite vanilla musk fills air. Keys check—heart skips, recall his pocket prank. ‘Need man muscles to kill me!’ he’d laugh, pinning shoulders firm.

Cat blocks penthouse door. Nudge aside. Heels echo down private elevator. Miss his goodbye kiss, hands gripping hips, bodies flush.

Tonight, burrow in his Armani shirt, scent piercing laundry. But yesterday—

Ding! Doorbell jolts. Hope surges—early return? No, Patou. Elite friend from Wharton days. She reads my face.

‘Coffee?’ Lead to kitchen. She presses close, arm on hip.

‘Girls aren’t my thing…’ Gentle push. Not first time.

‘I persist. You chased me back then.’

‘True. But your refusals sparked it. Made me fully gay.’ Her eyes widen. Penthouse air thickens. Her hand slides up my thigh, silk robe parting. Lips crash. No more words. Push her to leather couch overlooking skyline. Fingers rip lace panties. Tongue dives into her wet heat, city lights blurring. She moans, grips my hair. Strap-on from drawer—his toy, now hers. Pound deep, her legs wide, heels scraping glass table. Sweat-slick, she bucks, screams my name. Climax rips us, champagne flutes topple, fizzing on Persian rug.

We collapse in afterglow, bodies tangled. Whispers seal secrecy. She leaves discreetly. I sip spilled Krug, nerves raw, his absence sharper. Penthouse walls of glass guard our elite sin. He surrounds me still. Smile lingers.

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