“You are fucking fine”, he exclaimed, “Boys like you do NOT ever seem to want to put out.”“I’m not every other boy”“Damn, and a bit ar...ogant too. Need to be put in your place I see,” he said as he run his hands over my crotch area. “You like being submissive?”I didn’t really know how to answer at first. Sure, I was a bottom, I guess that made me submissive. Sure, I don’t really want to top. But submissive could mean different things, and I didn’t really know how submissive he wanted me. I. I think of you under the table, parting my legs, and licking lightly. I would really like if you came in, and did that to me. Getting up to find a book I need, I notice there aren't many people here tonight. It’s Friday night after all, who really studies on Fridays? I guess just me. In between the book rows, I look for the book I need, suddenly I’m begin spun around, and there you are. Your tongue darts into my mouth, wrestling with mine, I let out a moan, letting you have control. Your hand. The sixth being Sense-uality, and the one that actually connected me to the other five. So that whatever they felt, saw, tasted, smelled, or heard I also enjoyed feeling, seeing, tasting, smelling, and hearing which made me tingle and lubricate all over the place from then on. And I like to tingle, and lubricate more than anything, other than orgasm, of course, but the former usually brings on the later so that works too. In any case I quickly became a perpetual cauldron of volcanic sexual. I bent forward and caught a nipple in my mouth, pinching it with teeth and tongue as I pinched the other with thumb and fingers. She cried out, then pulled my face from one nipple and smashed it to the other. I took it aggressively and she cried out again. Her body was shaking as she pulled me away and pulled my face up to her own. "The second thing that made me lust you," she said, "was this hair that I detest." She squirmed her body against mine as she said, "I don't know what you did, but I.