Apparently Junior has a kissing fetish, because he smothered me with kisses that night. Our tongues danced the tango, the waltz, the rumba, and even a mambo. He kissed me deeply and passionately, and he kissed me with little pecks across my mouth, eyes, cheeks, nose, and even further down. There was not a spot on my upper torso that was left un-kissed. Every time I made a move to take something off of him, his hands stopped mine and held them while he just continued to kiss me. His kisses became nearly relentless in their search, and I still don’t know what they were seeking. I do know, however, that my body was well ready for them to find whatever it was. My body was near to begging for his as he kissed me from head to stomach and back again. I began to suspect he wasn’t ready to take it much further tonight. Even I will admit that he’s made vast improvements over the treatments he had issued in his transphobic state. We were definitely making strides in the right direction.
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