Her mind flashed back to her sophomore year at NYU. Her roommate Pamela was in the midst of her experimental phase and made several drunken passes at ...er. Pamela was obviously much younger than Shelly, but she was tomboyish with a strong muscular body from a lifetime playing field hockey and she too had pretty blue eyes. Lisa laughed off Pamela's advances at the time but they had stuck with her. In the years since college she sometimes found herself alone on the computer when her husband,. We’ll be alright,” he directed his thoughts to her, hoping she would pick up his vibes.“Huh?” Emily stirred. “What?”They opened their eyes at the same time. He placed his hand on the side of her face and gently stroked her warm cheek with his thumb.“That feels nice,” she said, convulsively catching her breath like she had been sobbing.“Bad dream?”“Uh-ha.”“Who was that?” he asked.“I’m not sure,” she replied still groggy. “Wait a second. Did we just have the same dream together?”They often. He shut her door and approached the bed. He forced her panties down her legs and off, revealing her ass to him. He kissed her cheek. Then he kissed her other cheek along the crack. As his sister slept, he spread her ass cheeks with his hands, revealing her asshole. He kissed inside her crack, his tongue snaking out. He slowly licked around her anus. His tongue gently entered the tight hole, licking all around it. Now he really wanted to fuck that ass. He was tempted, but it would hurt her and. After all, Paul had been very serious; he had said he wanted me to enjoy myself too.But dare I share my inner fantasies with this stranger? Or might it be easier to express them to a stranger than to my husband?“So what’s your secret, Pam? Now’s the time to try something new; to be someone new; to try something you’ve always wanted to try but can’t or don’t want to do with your husband?”Perhaps he was right. Perhaps if I imagined myself as someone else; a different, bolder, more adventurous Pam.