She wanted to be touched.
She wanted a man to rub shoulders with her on the street car.
She wanted to feel a man’s pelvis pressed against her buttocks as she stood in a crowded elevator.
She wanted a lover to embrace her from behind, cup her breasts in his hands, and pinch her nipples while growling in her ear, “I want to fuck you, baby.”
She wanted someone to kiss away the powdered sugar left over on her upper lip
