It took me about five minutes to turnthe station. We ended up watching a movie on Lifetime about a woman whoends up losing everything because of an al...ohol problem. I was crying atthe end of it! I was the biggest sports nut, now I can't watch a secondof any of it. TV is not the only thing either. I started dreaming aboutmen! All my sexual dreams now involve me being the woman to a man. Ican't believe I'm saying this but I think guys are HOT!!! I don't knowwhy I feel this way now, but I do. I. She could still taste Greg on her lips. Her mind was awhirl with fantasies of what they could do to one another, where and how it would feel. Her hand crept across her flat stomach and eased underneath her panties. Her fingertips caressed the close cropped rectangle of hair she’d trimmed just yesterday in anticipation of this past evening. When her finger tapped her clit, she felt a tingle and closed her eyes. “Mmmm,” she moaned to herself. Her finger descended and parted her lips. She was. A stranger. And with his dark Indian complexion, shaved head and slender figure, he was just the way she liked them. ‘I guess I could do with another,’ she smiled, pulling at the ponytail of dark hair as she raised her empty glass. ‘Dry white.’ She watched the wiry stranger through narrowed eyes as he headed to the bar, keeping her lustful gaze on him until he’d returned with their drinks. The way he carried himself, the way he smiled—he was cocky, no doubt about that. He thought he’d pulled.. ”“Wow. Who are you?”“Sidney Greenstreet.”“What? Sidney who?”“Hmmm ... I guess I’ll have to update my cultural references. Oh well. You can call me Mr. Big.”Jim dropped his trunks and she gasped.“My god! It’s huge!”“Wait until it’s hard. Get that suit off slut and get on that bed over there. Daddy’s of a mind to make some moogie.”She continued to stare at Jim’s cock the way a rabbit might stare at a cobra – unable to move or look away. She stripped off her suit and moved to the bed. She was.