The woman sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about her body. Her skin was pale and freckled, and she had a few stretch marks on her stomach. But

The woman sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about her body. Her skin was pale and freckled, and she had a few stretch marks on her stomach. But she didn't let that stop her from admiring herself in the mirror. She ran her hands over her smooth skin, imagining what it would be like to have someone else's hands on it.As she continued to stare at herself, she felt a stirring in her loins. She imagined what it would be like to have someone touch her there, to explore every inch of her body with their fingers and lips. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she imagined the man's hands on her breasts, his mouth on hers...She opened up the photo album that sat next to the mirror and began flipping through the pages until she found one that caught her eye. It was a picture of herself from when she was younger, before all this mess with men had started happening. In it, she looked happy and carefree - not like some sullen 20-year-old who had given up on love entirely because of some stupid mistake made by someone else years ago.She took a deep breath and decided that maybe it was time for something new - something exciting that would help distract from all these thoughts about men who didn't want anything more than sex from her anyways...