"Darling, would you like me to shave your pussy?" Before I could even consider the proposal, the words "yes please" stumbled out of my mouth. There wasn’t time or space to feel offended or embarrassed. My thighs ached to open for him. The need to be close to him was all-encompassing. I wanted him to touch me. We had already spent the morning fucking, but this felt intimate on a different level. He dashed out for champagne...