Sensual Short stories

Shower

The woman closed her laptop, drained from staring at the blue-lit screen for so long.  It was 4:00 in the afternoon, and she was ready to settle down for the day. She managed to get 11,000 words of her new book done, but those words were just as good as nothing.

She had wanted to develop a love story, filled with sensations one could only read to feel. However her words held no feeling, no warmth and nothing that could be read nor felt. Frustrated on more than the book, she decided to take a shower.

She looked to the clock and sighed,

"He must be working late tonight."

She grabbed her towel, her coconut smelling leave in conditioner, the rest of her smell goods and headed towards the master bathroom.

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The husband had just finished an important email to a client. The client was a pain, however good puzzles can still be solved. Sitting back in his mahogany chair, he glanced at the window wall and noted the beautiful, shimmering afternoon skyline. Though it was a majestic sight, the setting sun reminded him of the time.

"I guess I'm working late tonight, again."He thought to himself and sighed with longing.

Though his company was taking off, and he was proud, it didn't change the distance between him and his wife. When his company was nothing but a dream, his wife was an author, and they lived off of her income. Her books did well enough locally, but never made it far.

She never complained about it. In fact she was content at the time and he knew that, but he wanted more for her, for himself, and for them.

When his business had just started out, they had the bare necessities. Tucked in a twin sized bed, they slept so close, huddled within each other's arms. His office then was the living room in their small apartment, while her's was just her section of the bed.

As his company brought in more profit, he bought a bigger bed, a better apartment. Ecstatic over his new wealth, he had begun to shower himself and his wife with all the things he couldn't afford for themselves. The bare necessities bought to sustain them both turned to excessive luxuries. However, the bed was so large, they had no need to huddle. Besides, the distance between them wasn't just the bed.

He would get up early for work. She wasn't a morning person, and she only kept him brief company when he came back from work before he went into his home office. By the time he was finished, he came out to dinner on the table and his wife already in bed. He hadn't touched her in so long, but there was one thing he knows for sure:

He loves her. And with the lunches made for him when he left for work, and a blanket over his shoulders when he would fall asleep at his desk, he knew she loved him too.

Their love never changed, so why the distance?

He pulled his hair in frustration at the conversations not spoken, the words that needed to be said.

How did it get so bad?

Shaking off the self-pity, he went to the bathroom located within his office and splashed water on his face. He then furrowed his brows in determination and stared at the office phone.

Finally he picked it up, and dialed a number.

"..."

Though someone picked up the phone, no words were spoken. He chuckled to himself as he remembered his wife didn't answer before the other person did.

Safety first, dead never, She would say.

Just answer the damn phone, he would retort jokingly.