Why?Her: I kiss your neck right below your ear.Oh, sexting again. Okay.And as I was reading it, a little breeze tickled my neck, like a fly had landed...on my skin. Reflexively, my free hand came up to clap onto the spot and then scratch at it.Her: Did u feel it?I wrinkled my forehead. This wasn’t her usual sexting protocol.Me: Feel what? Her: I kiss your neck right below your ear again, and bite you gently.The second I read the sentence, the sensation prickled up again in the same place – just. There was something about a young, firm, well-built female body that turned him on, him and countless other men.During his chemistry class, he would enjoy looking at all his female students, particularly the ones with the low cut blouses. It seemed his female students were only too eager to show off their bodies, especially to him. Some of them got so bold that when they would ask him for help, they would rub their bodies against his. Just another perk of a high school teacher, he thought. It. Nothing ever happened (at least not while I was in school), but the sight of this silver stud left me wondering more about what sex would be like with a man who had been around. Finally I got up the courage to find out for myself. I was about to finish my Junior year of high school. I was young, firm and horny as Hell. I am Latino and had thick, coal black hair that fell all over my head. I was lucky enough to have a set of doe-brown eyes that were framed by the cascading hair. I was never. It took me a year to face the facts and tell her that I wanted to end it, but then she gave me a glimmer of hope when she begged me not to end it, and that she would try harder. So we gave it another go, and it seemed like April was trying – we even managed a couple of sex sessions over the next month and I thought there was hope. Until she decided that I was right, and told me that it was definitely over. —- It only took her a couple of evenings to move out. I was devastated, and for a week I.