It was a sleepless night for Honey.

The scenes burned in her mind, keeping her excitement intense. She had fucked herself furiously with her rubber cock. When morning came, her cunt was slightly painful.

Sometime around noon the following day, Honey had to go out and shop for food. But her mind refused to stay on such mundane things as food. Now and then she would pause in the super market, shiver slightly as one of last night's scenes flared in her brain.

Something else disturbed her, too. Although Honey was very much accustomed to being looked at by men, she felt as if she were being watched constantly. The feeling was very strong. Yet, when she looked around, she saw no one, other than a housewife shopping. Even as she walked back to her apartment, the feeling of being stared at, followed, was strong.

But no one was behind her at all.

Calm down, Honey King, she told herself as she entered the apartment. You're getting jittery, that's all. Who could be following you? What would they want with you?

But the sensation remained with her all day. She did not go out the rest of the day, but cleaned her apartment from top to bottom. Her sexual thoughts had been so intense that she tried to work them out of her mind. She was exhausted by the time she finished the apartment.

And the scenes still burned just as brightly. She stood at the window and looked down on the few people using the pool. Her eyes would not stay away from the crotches of the men, or the women. She imagined all of them naked, hard cocks and wet cunts blatantly revealed to her hot eyes. She developed, in her mind, a scene of those people fucking, of hard pricks going in and out of wet, hairy pussies, of women sucking delicious cocks and men licking hairy, wet cunts.