The kettle clicks off as the condensation that lines the side of the windows adds a sense of unease to your already daunting and troubled day ahead.

Final essay past due, knowing that going back to study was probably a mistake, if it even would get you closer to your dream job – the nine to five is dreaded and unfulfilling, even humiliating as your parents expected better of you.

The packet of powdered espresso with “Madagascan” vanilla flows then dissolves into the “worlds best girlfriend” mug, the boiling water instantly takes away the sweet scent of the powder, probably the nicer part of the product as you feel muggy getting the milk out of the fridge.

Your laptop sits on the coffee table, a long word document is stagnant on the screen, you were up until half two in the morning working on it, even after a disjointed and short sleep does none of the text make sense anymore, only five hundred words to go until you’ve hit the minimum count, the previous three thousand still make your eyes and upper arms ache.

At six in the morning I had to get up for work on the building site, you begging to stay asleep as anxiety takes over you, pretending not to react to me so that I leave quickly and without the loving fuss I always gave you, the certainty of your new higher qualification hanging in the balance of a morning where any number of things could happen – a shared breakfast, a discussion about social media celebrities and the weather – the feeling of an orgasm as you ride me after the kiss that went too far, all before the first morning coffee is poured.

You flick that memory out of your head, after all, it was a Saturday and you had a rare moment of confidence, our relationship was not like those on TV or in movies, far from it, in fact you were glad to find a man who saw sex as not the main attraction in a Tinder swipe, unlike so many others and endless pub quiz attendances to only meet men who lived with their mum.

A USB mouse is plugged into your laptop as your index finger becomes perched on the left button, a few seconds of thoughtless aiming, punctuated by the notifications of new emails as the deadline draws close, the whole experience is so intense it almost brings the pleasant memories of blue skies in the town you grew up in, anything for your mind to escape.

All of the information is scattered, your mind focusing on how to formulate the last words, it would barely be disjointed if not for a fight or flight burst of energy that came from the mandatory emotion of the time spent, a mere two years that you cannot articulate if it was worthwhile, taking on the burden of dealing with life, a chaotic grasp of your own sense of place.

A few hours pass, twenty words to go as the caffeine in the espresso starts to wear on you as your lips dry and the desperation kicks in, unstable as you are, your eyes wide with the upload screen open in Microsoft Edge on the other window, you absolutely wing it as you type some barely related words on to the screen.

It is half an hour to the deadline, pressing “export to PDF” as instructed multiple times by the online university, the laptops hard disk spins up as does the internal fan, a ten year old piece of technology that is all your finances would allow, you wonder how it hasn’t just given out as its clogged with dust inside.

The progress bar of the upload inches along, the website has the feel like it was designed in the early 2000’s, despite the fact we are now in the age of AI and the sixty year old tutors and examiners will likely be fooled, it reminds you of the MySpace era – longing to go back to your emo phase.

Suddenly, a massive green circle appears on the screen with a white tick in the middle, your stomach sinks as if to release two years worth of tension at once, your head feeling a high almost as if it was that one joint you smoked back in college.

You lay back on the sofa and rest, looking up at the ceiling, the word “continue” still on the screen as that is a fleeting piece of sensory information that barely registers, as the clock ticks closer to lunch time with the potential to order a pizza as a treat, dangerously close to your overdraft.

You WhatsApp me to let me know, at first the ticks stay double grey, as you turn your head to look out the window, the blue starting to come out in the sky again, this afternoon only one degree warmer than yesterday, the concrete of the paths outside start to dry as the sun imposes it’s warmth that always came whether or not the day was positive.

Dangerously close to hitting the garlic stuffed crust option as you make the customisations to your vegi supreme pizza, as it is an extra £3.99 and the whole order including chicken strippers and a litre and a half of Coke Zero is basically the same cost as three days of make it yourself food.

Hearing your bank app make that transaction sound as the notification pops up at the top of the screen, “confirming your order with the store” is displayed under the pizza shops logo before quickly changing to an approved status with a delivery time of an hour displayed.

Your stomach faintly grumbles as soon as your brain registers the hours wait, maybe drinking a small serving of fruit smoothie to settle it, shutting the laptop down, unplugging it from the charging cable and the wall and declaring not to open it again for at least two weeks, the amount of time the university said to wait for the result by email, a certificate later promised to come in the post.

The WhatsApp chime plays as your phone lights up, it is from me as you unlock your phone, pressing the WhatsApp button with the red “one” symbol above it, you press it with a slight hesitation as the hunger anxiety is prominent.

A light purple colour appears as the shape of a heart as it takes over your consciousness, the message is from me and unusually and out-of-character, unable to read between the lines as you are, the state of the day adds unimaginable potential of the high you have the ability to pleasantly submit to.

The message is celebratory, if not to be kept private with the mention of inside jokes about the tutors and other students, you internally want more to come from it but you can’t see past anything beyond the delivery of the pizza, retiring to the bedroom purely for sleep would be ideal, something in your mind tricks you into going against your entire moral compass and going off the rails within reason.

After a bit of idle chit chat with replies sparsely spaced apart, the doorbell goes with your pizza delivery, your stomach absolutely hanging on for two thousand calories at once, making the transaction swift at the door, the pizza box hitting the coffee table with audible force as you sit your bum down and tuck in.

The cheese absolutely melts on the tongue, you making an audible moan as the food is extremely yummy, the box of chicken strippers haphazardly shoved to the side, almost falling off the coffee table.

You now regret shoving the entire large pizza down with only a few bits of chicken left, bloated on the sofa as the past two hours have sort of drifted past your awareness, you only now realising the fact as you hear the key unlock the front door, it is me holding a dark green gift bag with deep purple string handles.

You are taken aback and surprised, “here you are, a little something for my babe, I’m proud of you” I say in the most perfect tone of voice ever, just deep enough to add the air of confidence to eliminate any air of lack of sincerity.

Inside the gift bag is the new phone you’d been eyeing up for months as your phone’s battery had started going stupid months ago, this new one has the good front camera, great for your Instagram selfies and video calls when I am away on business.

The resulting chatter is fleeting and intentionally weak as the kiss we share makes you lead me upstairs, the door closes with a hard knock, each others left hand placed on one side of each others collar bone as we go in for the kill, my lips softly pull back on yours as you are lost in me, the double whammy of finishing a two year constant workload and me effortlessly solving your phone problem and giving luxury, now aiming for ecstasy as if the pizza wasn’t enough.

I pull my t-shirt off to present to you my perfect physique, not like an alpha male from an action movie, but perfect to the touch in a way that causes a sharp and pleasant spike deep on your stomach, the intensity between us is making the air in the room hotter and with a hint of humidity that only we can feel.

Breaking in that admission of conflicted emotion, we fall to the bed in each others arms, my kisses on your neck making you feel tense in the most nice way imaginable, we both strip off as we each unconsciously do that performance for each other, not touching as admittedly sex is still very new to us.

I place a firm hand on your side as we lay next to each other naked, every faint touch of our soft and ready bodies turns you on as it does me, our kisses and caresses weak in nature as for a few minutes we can’t find a physical hook to begin making love, the anticipation in our minds grows continually before my hand begins to move downwards, as you instinctively vocalise.

The tip of my fingers feel firm as you raise your leg to allow my hand to massage your flower, only inside is it wet but you anticipate only a few more caresses will it be almost begging for me, my tongue feels warm against your hardening nipple as your breasts get fuller, only looking down at me makes you feel as if you are the center of that one scene in a romantic movie.

Your flower now can’t be any wetter, as you now notice my cock that is rock hard without any effort from you whatsoever, your hand slowly goes down to hold the shaft as you feel it pulsing, a realisation that makes you fall deep into sweaty lust as you moan again, pulling me to the middle of the bed and getting on top of me.

The drawer with the condoms is thankfully in reach as you pull it open and reach to the bottom to pull the packet out, two condoms fall on to the bed as you are clumsy, doing the honours by tearing open the foil packet and painlessly putting the condom on my cock as it is just about able to slide down the full length, several inches of thick girth and length.

I grab a hold of my cock to allow you to slowly help it inside of you, every bit of weight behind it sends your flower into desperate agony, as you come down to hug me, placing your hands underneath my shoulders as the thrusting begins, your flower begins to get even wetter as the movement of my cock can be felt in your clit, you dare touch it to prevent this being quick.

The shaking of the headboard, the mattress and my body moving forcibly are just what is needed, as if a fantasy you didn’t know you had was playing out before you’d even thought of it, an anxiety about whether the neighbours, whose bedroom wall is against the headboard, are indoors, as that instantly gets cancelled by a powerful thrust that makes you involuntarily moan.

Sex is now fast and thankfully without hesitation as the physicality is perfect, no time is bought as we are both close, the pleasure is more intense than you thought possible pre-orgasm, the sweat drips down your body as I worship your curves with my hands, allowing your full weight to exploit the sheer lust my body makes you feel.

Then I stop – you ask, “what’s wrong?”, “doggystyle, now” I demand but also ask, as within ten seconds you are bent over instinctively perfect as I get behind you as my cock slides in as you feel the pleasure differently but in a way that isn’t unwelcome, my V-shape groin area makes your buttocks ripple with every thrust.

Your head momentarily goes down as you look at the duvet cover before suddenly something shocks you, a slap with just the right intensity hits your left buttock as I spank you as you vocally recoil, “one for the naughty girl” I command as your brain can’t fathom how to respond other than with a slutty beg for more, the words barely making sense.

I thrust harder as the bed shakes and creeks louder, you now raised up, your hands behind your back as if I’m arresting you, I hold on to your elbows and pulling back as your bum still moving against my torso, my thrusts sending you closer to orgasm, as you then go back down and shout for me to spank you more.

I am taken aback by the sheer wanting in your voice, I have never, ever experienced you like this, in the bedroom or out and about, it sets something primal off in me as I hesitantly do it again, the slap feels good as your flower inches closer to orgasm, the mild pain being converted to pleasure in real time.

Ten more seconds to thrusting and I slap again, this one causing a shock wave that feels like the beginning of an orgasm but it doesn’t complete, I thrust with all my might and speed, with the last remaining energy I have I spank again, your thighs and buttocks suddenly feel very warm as you orgasm without any control over it.

Your squirt rushes down my leg, I let out a loud primal groan that just sends you over the edge as your orgasmic moan is basically a scream, our faces red and our breathing fast as we slowly collapse on to the bed in exhaustion, finding each other in the middle after a while, cuddling until it’s time for tea, graciously holding each other and the sweat feels pleasant.