Your hand moves to my free nipple. Your fingers move over it easily from your saliva. You take my nipple between your teeth and pinch my other nipple ...etween your fingers at the same time. My body arches into you with the movement, a shudder running through my body. ‘Baby, I need you,’ I manage to moan out, my desire for you overwhelming me. You give one last bite and pinch before kissing your way back up my body. Your lips meet mine again. I slide your shirt off and move my hands to your. I chose the wrong one. I had hoped she would head for home – my house, our house, but she went to Rossington Road.Indecision!I walked back to the curate's house, and rang the bell again.When he answered the door, I said, "I guess you have some idea of what is going on here?"He still looked as if he'd seen a ghost, but he nodded. "Won't you come in?"I followed him into his study."Normally," he said, "I would offer you tea or coffee, but I'm afraid I want something a little stronger. Will you. That's certainly not anything to be ashamed of. And as for the confusion, I remember it well when I was the same age as you. Perhaps you will never know your true self. Perhaps you will be on a life-long quest to discover yourself, as I am, as perhaps we all are. Maybe you are like me. I call myself ambisexual, but I hate putting labels and limitations on people, especially on myself. I am what I am and I like what I am. Some day I hope you can make that statement about yourself, too, though I. As I reached up to slide my arms around his neck, Aiden brushed my skin with his fingertips as his strong arms encompassed my body. I couldn’t help but notice something pressing against me. Looking down I could see a tent growing in his jeans. His hands moved up towards my breast as he massaged it lightly. I smiled as we continued to kiss. I loved it when he played with my boobs. I groaned a little as I felt that familiar feeling stirring between my legs. He moved his hands stroking down my.