“Do you want to fuck me?” I was momentarily speechless. A bulge grew in my jeans, ready to answer for me. “Yes,” I finally said, “so bad.�...� “Mmmm,” she cooed. “I want you to fuck me too. I’m crazy about you, I’ve never felt like this before. We haven’t had sex yet because I didn’t want to just have sex, I wanted to make your fantasies come true.” This was more than I think I’d ever heard her say at once, but I was loving listening. “Do you have fantasies about me?” “Oh my God,” I said,. "Why, you've known me your entire life, Pat."And in that particular moment, I became her and she became me as our cries echo from deep within our souls.I woke up screaming bloody murder this morning. Talk about nightmares. I thought this qualified as the worst nightmare I've ever had. It was bad enough that he was in my dream, to have sex with him, even in a dream was the most terrible thing. I didn't think there was even a word in existence to describe my loathing and disgust over the whole. ? Sasha programmed her number into his phone and gave it back to him. Call me tonight and we can grab a coffee and talk. Later At 5 that evening Sasha found herself strolling around campus with Jeremy, a 20 year old prelaw student. She could feel him eying her hungrily. She knew it would be foolish to expect a relationship and quite frankly she didnt want one. How about you show me your dorm room. Five minutes later she had him on his bed with his hands roaming her body. They kissed each other. .. About three months after I started working there my 21st birthday was approaching and my mom and her friends agreed to has a get together after work that night to celebrate...nothing special... pizza and a couple of drinks after work at a place just down the road from the factory. We all met there and we had a good time...it was getting late and the party started to break up...my mom left and so did everyone else except Maria...she ordered us a couple of more beers and we chattted a bit.