When social constructs of what was appropriate were no longer in his way, Mark dreamt of Sarah. In his dream, Sarah ended up with her head on his chest making soft moaning noises as if that act alone gave her pleasure. She woke him by gently moving his hand down to her shirt to undo the buttons. Mark gently kissed her neckline, and her rhythmic sighs of pleasure urged him to go lower. She smelled wonderful, it wasn't her shampoo or perfume, it was her. The smell of her body was ...