"Quit screaming!"The voice was down to almost rock concert levels when it spoke,"I am not screaming. I am barely whispering."The voice was silent afte...r that. I lay there on the floor trying to figure out what was happening. The last thing I remembered was Kafeeli biting me. I felt the smooth skin of my neck. I didn't feel bit."Your neck is fine."I rolled over to face the voice and set up to face him."What happened? Why did you bite me? You did bite me, didn't you?" Yes, I bit you. Attuning you. I am an introvert. This is not a story about sexy extroverts hooking up and having meaningless sex. This is a story about how us quiet types find meaning and each other in a society where we don't fit in. Female introverts are in the minority of all women, but I am one of the rarer sub-types, a thinker/analyzer who doesn't feel emotions the way most women do. I often feel nothing at all, but I can go to the other extreme, feeling any one of the emotions, or several at once, in a heartbeat. This. He'd even run anchor leg on the league champ 4x400 relay team. The thing was I had always been faster than him and now I wasn't. Iblamed my shrink's meds. The coaches told my dad they thought it mightbe the prelude to the growth spurt he said was coming.I didn't think about other possibilities.Doc Hack (not my shrink's real name) changed my prescription after ournext session but it didn't help. At our next time trial two weekslater, five guys were ahead of me when the coach blew the whistle. Then he sucked my already hard cock. He sucked up every drop of my tasty precum then he worked his way past my balls and taint to what he was really after he ate my ass so ferociously he loved the taste, the smell the feel. While he was having dessert I was moaning so loud the clouds must’ve heard me. I couldn’t stop myself his breath, his spit, his tounge were putting me in a state of ecstasy. He stood to look at his little whore begging for his dick. he leaned in close for a kiss. As we were.