He was poised above her naked, sweaty body. Her pussy lips were dripping with anticipation of his hard cock entering her. He lowered that beautiful hardness, touching the outside of her awaiting vagina, teasing her, then entering slowly……”damn, no, don’t stop, please, don’t stop”, as Catherine awakened from the dream that has haunted her nightly for so long.

She looked up and he wasn’t there. “When will this dream become a reality?”, she thought. How her body ached for male hardness, pressing into her, pounding her flesh into orgasmic bliss. She reached down and touched herself, felt her warm outer lips, her swollen clit ready to burst. Her fingers entered into her wetness, one, then two, in and out, then massaged her clit slowly and then fiercely until her body arched in orgasm.

She laid there, exhausted from orgasm but at the same time, sexually frustrated because she needed that hard cock deep inside of her. She was tired from years of keeping her sexuality harnassed, being with a man who could not satisfy her. She knew she had a sexual appetite that was going to be hard to satisfy and that she must keep looking for that one man who could release that side of her self that she had kept hidden for so long.

Later in the day, she met her friend for a drink at a singles’ bar.