Sam sat in his apartment, his mind consumed by thoughts of sex. His girlfriend, unable to satisfy his insatiable desires, had recently left him. He craved the touch of a woman, the warmth of a body against his own. His thing, always hard and ready, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. He yearned for a woman who could match his desire, who could take him to the heights of pleasure he so desperately sought. His neighbor, Gizelle, had always caught his eye. She was older than him, in her forties, but her big breasts and sultry gaze had never failed to captivate him. She was married, but her husband had recently had a falling out with Sam over his late-night escapades. Despite this, Gizelle had always looked at him with a hint of desire in her eyes. He could see it, the way her gaze lingered on him, the way her breath hitched when he looked her way.