Freedom Flight
Brooke sipped her complimentary wine and settled back into her seat. She was on board a plane destined for Los Angeles, on her way to meet her cyber-lover. As she sat relaxing images of Steve and the fantasies she had had about him darted into her mind. She visualised their eyes locking, them kissing, his hand gently stroking her face, her breasts, her…her…. Often when she thought of Steve, she lost all track of time. Her breathing quickened and she often felt faint. Often when she was alone...