You decide you will be the dominant one this night and you position yourself over your mystery man. You imagine the feel of your long-ago lover’s touch; his caresses; the way he kissed your flesh. You open the top drawer of your night stand and peruse the choice of toys you have accumulated over the years. He moves to the edge of the bed and grasps your face in each of his hands, looks deeply into your eyes, and, without uttering a word, slides one hand behind your head, grasps your hair and pulls your face to his as he kisses you passionately on the mouth. You imagine the feel of your long-ago lover’s touch; his caresses; the way he kissed your flesh. Your anticipation is mounting. You are reminiscing; taking a trip down memory lane. There is an unexpected familiarity to all of this. You increase the pace and depth of penetration. Your breathing is, once again, deep and lustful. You feel as if he were reaching down from your side to caress that which he
