“Is that something that… interests you, Carla?”. Dave looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Oh god, he was so good looking, and we had a great sex...life but it was kind of… straight. How could I tell him that although I found him incredibly attractive and fully enjoyed making love with him, when I fantasized it was about something a bit different. “Ummm, well, you know, I…” my voice tailed off again. “I see,” he said. Then in a firmer tone “I think there’s only one way to deal with this. You. ” I had now reached over, opened her blouse, and had one tit pulled out of her bra, tweaking her nipple.“If I ride the bus, and stand in the rear section, holding one of the straps, so I don’t lose my balance, there are a couple of guys who fondle and grope me,” Paula began her story.“Oh, this sounds real interesting. Give me the hot details.” I now had both tits out.“It started last Monday, I had to stand near the rear of the bus, and this guy moved close to me, and began patting my ass, then. Then a female voice called out:“Hurry up, you nigga bastard… just remember my cunt is on fire…”I was surprised, because it seemed to me that I could recognize that angry voice. But then I said no; my sweet Ana was at Helena’s home right now…The huge black man finished his call and entered the last booth. He yelled:“Now bitch, it’s time for a good black dick in your married white cunt…”Well, I thought to myself… I could enjoy a voyeur time before catching a taxi; so, I sat down on the near booth. Then Logan and Zac moved into their flat. I wasn’t attracted to Zac. I really wasn’t. He was just my brother’s boyfriend. Then I spent a lot of time with Zac. He didn’t know anyone here so I showed him around whenever Logan couldn’t. We spent a lot of time together and then after awhile I started seeing my friends less and less and was spending more and more time with Zac. Nothing bad, just spending time with him. Then I wasn’t going out or seeing any girls and stopped dating and mum died and I.