My face was close to hers. She turned her face aside. I could smell the musky fragrance of her perfume near her neck. I found myself rubbing my face i... her neck. I could feel her twitch. My right hand was on her sweating waist in the gap between her blouse and sari.I tried to mutter a sorry, though I was not. She whispered, “Don’t worry. You cannot help it, can you?”“I tried, but you see the rush?” I was apologetic.“You are lucky aren’t you?” she winked and smiled naughtily.“I didn’t mean to.. Sonja made a tsking sound at Greg and slowly walked around him at the same time laying a finger on his body drawing a full circle that ends back to his chest. ‘Is that the way to talk to me?’ said Sonja unhurriedly a hint of warning under that saccharin sweet voice of hers. She looked at Greg eye-to-eye, steely blue against sandy brown ones. Then suddenly she grabbed hold of Greg and crushed her lips to his in a brutal kiss. Greg closed his eyes and after what seems like a full minute, wrenched. Why would I dream of fucking a woman?Racking her brain to figure out what brought this weird dream on and why the batteries of her rabbit had died. Thinking hard, it slowly came back to her. She had been watching a trivia game show where the contestant won her dream trip before she flipped the television off. And then he called and we had an erotic conversation. Being so horny when I went to bed and being told by my Dom I could not come and that he would do it when he got home from shift must. He was tying the sash of a robe he'd obviously just put on. "Come on in," he said.Lisa went into the room, peering in all directions, like she was trying to find someone hiding in there. It didn't occur to her that her father had just invited her into the bathroom to explain something to her."I went to the doctor today" he said.Lisa stopped and turned to look at her father. Now her young face showed concern."Why? Are you OK? What's wrong Daddy" there was the hint of panic in her voice. The loss.