Pete had a hard time sleeping. That Saturday night his long time girlfriend, Katrina, had gone further sexually with him than she ever had before. He dreamt about her rocking her hips over his probing fingers in the reclined passenger seat of her mother’s car. He dreamt of the passion and desire washing over her body and face as they mutually masturbated themselves to climax. In his abnormally vivid dream he could see, hear, feel, and smell her.
But the more I tried not to think about them, the more the image kept popping back in my head. I almost ran a red light seeing those beautiful rings showing through her shirt. I had always thought nipple rings were sexy.
In my mind, studs weren’t as sexy as rings. I had watched my share of porn and the women that got me really going were always the same; large-breasted,