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The Written Word
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The Written Word The university, in my city, has a number of great libraries. On my days off, I can be found wandering the rows upon rows of titles. Even if I don’t have a topic in mind, I enjoy being in the space. The smell of bound paper, the feel of the printed sheets and weight of the books...the quiet tension of the students, and professors, not to mention the mind-altering knowledge. I’ve been known to bring a coffee and just sit near the stacks, even lie on the floor and gaze up...if I squint my eyes, the spines go for miles. I feel as though being there might prompt magic. I’ve imagined the books having a voice and when their spines are tickled, they come to life and tell me what they have to say: A lecture on quantum mechanics, a lesson on permaculture...a monologue on feminist poetry. It’s potential. It’s also a place where men go, men who like to think- men who use their minds like a playground. I like those men. I want to play with those men. Coffee in hand, I’m heading to the medical library, today. I’ve decided to foster a fantasy I’ve run through my mind, for months. This particular location is the oldest the university has to offer. Its pre-aluminum shelving is dark, heavy wood that climbs to the ceiling, absorbs sound, and calms the soul. It has fantasy-approved ladders that slide the length of each row. I’m heading to heaven. As I enter the main foyer, I note the, higher than usual, number of medical students sitting, dazed, at the common tables in the center of the library. I like these odds already. I head over to my favorite section, human anatomy, fill my arms with these rectangular joys and head to a table. I’m thrilled to discover an open table at the front of the room and I settle in. I’ve spread my books out and I am attempting to pay attention to the information, but I can’t sit still. I’m thinking about the men behind me. Will they glance up from their studies to note a wanting woman? I begin to shuffle a bit more, in my seat, to shake up the silence. A few exaggerated turns of the pages in my textbooks, and I can hear the sounds around me shift, ever so slightly. With my heart racing a smidge more than usual, I change positions on my chair and settle for a kneeling/sitting posture. As my heart rate begins to regulate, I rise, onto my knees, and reach forward to open another book. Breathing deeply and slowly, I hold the position and pretend to peruse. I’m not going to look back to see who’s shifted their focus from text to my bare flesh. My skirt has been pushed up, just hovering my clit and I can feel the change of air pressure. My heart begins to gallop, again. Slowly, I return to my previous, sitting atop my calves, position and continue my faux studies. Soon, I can hear the creaking of the old wooden chairs, behind me. A quiet cough or two and subtle shuffling. My heart leaps to match my brain activity. I wait a few moments and lift again, slide my torso forward and extend my arm to grab another book. This time, I lean back and as I’m settling in, I reach up and release my hair from the bun I’ve created at the top of my head. My long hair spills to my waist and I run my fingers through it to attempt to manage the direction it flows. All the while knowing it will effect the direction of blood flow for my observers. With high hopes, I rise and wander toward the most secluded section of the library. As I reach the last row, I extend my hand to the shelves and lightly run my fingertips along the book spines, as I continue walking. This act, alone, is titillating, for me. A hundred titles later, I find the ladder and begin my ascent. Several rings up, I’m suddenly aware I’ve got company. A glance in their direction, to ensure it’s not the elderly female librarian, and I continue my masquerade. With outstretched arm, I sigh with animated frustration and begin my descent. Thankfully, my scholar has deftly found his way to the base of the ladder. I feign surprise, let out a soft laugh, and suggest I try “... just one more time.” He, generously, offers to hold me steady. He’s holding a book in one hand and my ankle in the other. With my second attempt, I involve my other leg. Unhooking it from the rail, I move it out away from my body. With this move, he’s taken his hand and begun to slide it up my calf. I glance down and he says: “ for every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction...balance”. With a smile, and maintaining eye contact, I steady my stance and slide the calf he’s holding, over as far as I can, ensuring the best view possible of my wet folds. He obliges the move and runs his thumb, followed by his fingers up to my thighs, wrapping his hand around my leg. My breath escalates and I move to my toes and push my ass toward his face. He sets his book down and I feel his fingers slide into my wetness. His other hand moving along my thigh and toward my ass, he begins to stroke my lips and search for my clit. He takes my leg, lifts it and rests my foot on the book shelf. I squat down a bit, and he’s buried himself in my warm pussy. I hold tight to the ladder and begin lowering my ass...closer and closer. He’s pushing his face into my lips and sucking my clit, lapping up the juices. His fingers slide into me and he’s ticking all the right spots. Stroking then sucking. He’s nibbling and I’m riding his face. My grip is turning my knuckles white and I’m getting dizzy. Still tapping and stroking my gspot, he begins licking my ass. Spreading my cheeks with his hand, while the other attentively plays with my darkest parts, he covers my ass with spit and dips his tongue into me. I begin shaking and try to stifle a moan. He digs deeper. He’s penetrating me and I’m riding his face while I begin to shutter. My legs are shaking and my mouth opens, head falling back, I’m cumming all over his face and hand. I’m still gyrating when a librarian wanders to the end of our row, cart in tow, and he, quickly, slides his hands onto my hips and brings me down from the ladder, in one solid, fluid movement. He hands me his book, laughs and remarks, for the benefit of the librarian, something about object permanence ...which makes no sense, but I can’t remark because I’m still cumming. I grab the ladder to steady myself and he smiles and walks off. legs still spasmodic, I continue to gather myself and smile shyly at the librarian, while trying to hold it together. “ muscles aren’t quite what they used to be “ I say. I’m asked if I’ve found what I’m looking for, I stifle my verbal response and I wave the book and nod. I glance at the title, as they walk past, and laugh, ‘ Handbook of Clinical Sexuality for Mental Health Professionals’, it’s been bookmarked...deviant behavior. |
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Reading, it’s good for the body.
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We felt that amazing orgasm along with you. Sometimes it pays to seek knowledge. 
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I suddenly need to go to the library
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We felt that amazing orgasm along with you. Sometimes it pays to seek knowledge. ...seek knowledge, Truly. 😉
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That was red hot. Or "read" hot? Your stories make me so hard my cock actually aches a bit. Eating out pussy beneath a woman on a ladder? She cums on my face? My dream cum true. Getting glimpses up women's skirts can be so hot. I still remember the wind blowing up the skirt of a woman walking toward me. She wasn't wearing panties. Did I ever go from one to ten on the horny scale in hurry!
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Words can be better than images because so much is left to our own imaginations, which are endless... 😉
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But I must say, your words paint a pretty fun picture and your imagination is quite active... 🤷🏻♂️😉😏
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Interesting and hot. 🔥 I've been in libraries like that.... and I've both seen and been seen... messing around It's a great and safe place for, educated fun! ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Gee, I faithfully go to the library 📚 every 21 days ( the lending period here for books). Must be going to the wrong ones as I have never experienced anything even remotely similar. I will keep looking!
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Oh yes! I'd be wan coughing in the library  
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And just a thought... what if once you re-gained your composure at the library, you ended up catching the librarian being drilled relentlessly by one of the guys after what she saw with you turned her on so much... she isn’t as much of a prude as you thought... ... just my own idea to pile on...
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Will they glance up from their studies to note a wanting woman? I am sure they would my sweet. Thoughts from the Garden...
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5/9/2019 10:45 pm |
Great jerkin material
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