“What are you wearing?” His masculine, suave voice assaulted my ears. I thought I would cum in my chair. I looked around to make sure no one saw the look of ecstasy that passed over my face.

     “I’m at work,” I whispered. “I can’t do this right now.”

     “Can’t you?” He asked, a slight lilt in his voice, as if daring me to really say no.

     I paused, unsure. “No,” I said, determined. “I’m busy till late tonight. I’ll talk to you then.”

     He groaned and I knew he was pretty horny to call me at work. “Find a bathroom,” he suggested, his voice hoarse now.

    “No!” I said, surprised he was still going for it.

     “Find a bathroom!” he commanded. I was feeling rebellious now so I denied him again. I could almost hear him smiling. His voice got deeper and more seductive. Thank God I was in a chair or I would be on the floor. It wasn’t like he wasn’t making my ass melt, too, but a chair was way more stable than my knees where right now.

     “I’ll be home later tonight, Chris. Don’t wait up.” And I actually hung up the phone on him. That doesn’t mean I sat at my desk and did work for the rest of the evening. No, I was rubbing my thighs together and bringing myself to near orgasm.

     Ten o’clock finally rolled around and I was in my car and on the freeway by 10:15. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Chris’s number. No answer. The thought that perhaps he was upset with me clenched my stomach and tormented my mind to anxiety. I called again but this time I left a cool and calm message. He would get off on hearing my worried voice and he didn’t deserve that just now. I pulled up in the parking lot and jumped out of my car. Walking into the lobby of my apartment building I discovered a message waiting for me accompanied by a pink rose.

I missed you, babe, and you wouldn’t comfort me. Let’s see how you like being without comfort.

     I pouted after reading the note. I knew I would have to endure some sort of punishment but to go without Chris for more than a night was insufferable. I walked up the five flights of stairs. After greeting Mrs. Palm, my neighbor, I jammed the key into the lock and allowed myself in. The rooms felt heavy and empty without Chris’s body lying on the sofa to greet me. He always took a few nights a week to come down to my little abode and make me feel like a concubine in the emperor’s harem. I walked into the bedroom for a night alone with a random toy.

     Three days later, I was two roses richer and still one Chris poor. My cell rang and vibrated on my desk. I snatched it up and answered it politely amidst my foul mood.

“So how have your days of celibacy been for you?” He asked smoothly.

     I perked up a little at the sound of His voice. “Talk to me,” he said. “I’ve missed you.” I talked to