Librarian Hour Part 1
The woman staring back at me is not the real me.
The person reflected in the mirror is plain as day with raven black hair tied in a severe knot, not a strand was out of place. The huge glasses framed black hid half the face. Was her nose too big?
The old librarian look was just a cover to shield her lust filled rampant thoughts. In truth, I was addicted to it - sex. More
My eyelids flickered, playing hide and seek with the vision before me to make sure it was still real, that the man with the gorgeous grey eyes was right before me. This man with his broad shoulders, at least five inches the perimeter of my body size was holding me. Me! And he had lush curly coal black hair. He rivals the hot-to-die-for vampires in movies.
Possessing a body like mine was beyond an embarrassment even if the shape was not taken into consideration. Why? Because right now I was salivating, probably drooling at his hotness. The dampness between my legs was a sign I was preparing myself for a tryst and due to his hand gripping my arm and the other above my waist, it sent any rational thought away from my mind.
My body decided to act on behalf of my rational mind and kissed him. It did not matter the fact my head only reached his very shoulders. My hand pushed his head down as I ascended with my tippy toes. The moment our lips met, fireworks, grenades, whatever chemical created product exploded.
Our mouth immediately opened, letting our tongue escape from its normal confines to duel for control. His hands roamed all over my body, grasping and kneading the flesh encased by the thin fabric draped upon my body. His strength was a mixture of rough and gentle, eliciting sounds beyond the ones I was ever capable of. Every touch of his sent little shocking signals into my cells, heightening all senses – completely succumbed to every touch of his.
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