Not that she did not enjoy participating in sex herself – she most certainly did. But somehow the routine of dating some awkward boy or man who made bumbling passes at her was not what she really wanted. In one way she wasn't sure what she wanted from them. All she knew as that she did not want the routine sex, the quick fucking in the back seat of a car. She wanted her sex to be wilder, more wanton, more… more exciting.

Honey seldom allowed herself to give deep thought to what it was she wanted. A few times she had allowed herself to delve into that dark corner of her mind, and all it had done was drive her almost crazy with desire.

Like now, sitting in the hot tub of water.

She relived what she had seen, and her hand caressed her thighs. Her mind turned from the man and woman she had been fucking, and she began to imagine herself being gang fucked. She struggled, in her mind against it. She didn't want the faceless men to fuck her one after the other, but her body was crying out for it. She did not want this degradation of being stripped naked, legs pulled wide apart, with cock after cock penetrating her boiling cunt, each one gushing, until her cunt was flowing with delicious, sticky come juice.

Honey quickly got out of the tub, dripping water on the floor. She went into the bedroom and began searching for the rubber cock. Her drapes were wide open, as always. But her apartment was on the second floor, and no one could see in. Yet, Honey loved to imagine someone out there watching her.

Finding the rubber cock, she sprawled back on her bed, not caring that her naked body was still dripping wet. She spread her legs wide and plunged the rubber cock into her steaming cunt.

At the foot of her bed was a huge, wall to floor mirror. She could pull a pillow underneath her head and watch the things she did to herself, pretending it was someone else.

Her reflection stared back at her.