More and more, my fantasies of being seduced by another woman are filling my daydreams. I picture my lover about five-ten, with long, dark hair. Her breasts are large and her body is fuller than mine. Her eyes are a dark brown. She would be over at my house, and we would be sipping white wine in front of a roaring fire. We would be making small talk, and our rising passion would slowly heat the room.

Eventually the talk would turn to sex and erotic lingerie. Sharon (my imaginary lover’s name) asks me if I will model some of my outfits for her. I, naturally, agree and rush to my bedroom to strip down. I pick out my favorite black lace teddy, and as I walk out to show it to her, I make a last-minute decision to put on some black high heels, which really accent my legs. Looking in my full-length mirror opposite my bed, I... Read More