I feel like being obscene. So here we go! Unfinished story I wrote today. It's about sex. Brace yourself.
Welcome to the library. This is a very large library located on the college campus of Franklin and Marshal. We like to call it F and M, it's a great school to go if you're insanely rich and detached from the real world. It always sort of reminded me of Camden college, but I always hoped Camden was nothing like this, because this place is just..odd. It's got lots of gross preppy assholes and broads that are just coasting by on thier parents money. This library is quite possibly the best library in Lancaster, and also the biggest, thats why I'm here. I just love books, and reading. I love the atmosphere here, I also love how if you come here at just the right time, it's a deserted labyrinth, with twists and turns, and for some ungodly reason, they lights are always very dim.
And there she is. She's two aisles in front of me and she takes off running, full fucking sprint in to the left. I take off in a mad dash towards her, but she's ducking and weaving through out this massive maze. I'm hoping for a dead end as the lights flicker above us as we run faster and faster. She's trying to escape but she sure as hell isn't going to, at least I hope not. I jump over a small rack of encyclopedias or dictionaries and continue the pace, I can feel my heart beating in my chest, thank god for skateboarding or I'd be horrible out of shape. Who works out anymore, anyway? She zigs and zags, ducks and dodges as I try to figure out a way to cut her off before either someone catches us or she makes it out of the goddamn fire exit. I narrowly avoid getting knocked upside the head by a fire extinguisher posted against a wall. Woo. That would of been hard to explain, "Sir, why were you running around in this library basement at 2 in the morning? Well, I do enjoy studying.." Something like that. She disappears again and I hunch down and try to be as sneaky as possible, going the...
I feel like being obscene. So here we go! Unfinished story I wrote today. It's about sex. Brace yourself.
Welcome to the library. This is a very large library located on the college campus of Franklin and Marshal. We like to call it F and M, it's a great school to go if you're insanely rich and detached from the real world. It always sort of reminded me of Camden college, but I always hoped Camden was nothing like this, because this place is just..odd. It's got lots of gross preppy assholes and broads that are just coasting by on thier parents money. This library is quite possibly the best library in Lancaster, and also the biggest, thats why I'm here. I just love books, and reading. I love the atmosphere here, I also love how if you come here at just the right time, it's a deserted labyrinth, with twists and turns, and for some ungodly reason, they lights are always very dim.
And there she is. She's two aisles in front of me and she takes off running, full fucking sprint in to the left. I take off in a mad dash towards her, but she's ducking and weaving through out this massive maze. I'm hoping for a dead end as the lights flicker above us as we run faster and faster. She's trying to escape but she sure as hell isn't going to, at least I hope not. I jump over a small rack of encyclopedias or dictionaries and continue the pace, I can feel my heart beating in my chest, thank god for skateboarding or I'd be horrible out of shape. Who works out anymore, anyway? She zigs and zags, ducks and dodges as I try to figure out a way to cut her off before either someone catches us or she makes it out of the goddamn fire exit. I narrowly avoid getting knocked upside the head by a fire extinguisher posted against a wall. Woo. That would of been hard to explain, "Sir, why were you running around in this library basement at 2 in the morning? Well, I do enjoy studying.." Something like that. She disappears again and I hunch down and try to be as sneaky as possible, going the opposite direction around a very large book shelf. As soon as I get around the goddamn shelf, the istle is empty. Where the fuck did she go?
Then suddenly something grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around. Oh fuck, it's probably the library security here to snatch my ass. I'm spun so fast that the room seems to spin, then I'm slammed against the wall, hard. I open my eyes in total shock at whats happening. There she is again, fists gripping the collar of my shirt, holding me against the wall. Then, as hard and as fast as something like lightning, her lips are pressed against mine. I feel my heart racing even faster now as she bites and sucks my bottom lip, puts her hands up the back of my shirt and drags her nails down my back. Keep in mind, this was just a kiss. This is how she kisses. She is not a girl or a woman, she is the devil in the blue dress, or she is the god in the bodice. I pull her closer to me, harder together we're joined up and I've got my hands gripping her ass. I squeeze so hard and I don't know why. She kisses me harder, bites and pulls on my lips. Sucks my tongue and caresses the side of my face, she looks me so deep in the eyes that it's almost like she's peering into my soul. What soul of mine? What is she looking for, I feel so dizzy, I'm swept up and away in a wave of emotion, but mostly lust. There is something about this woman that startles and frightens me like no one else ever has before. The room spins when we kiss and I can almost feel my soul rising out of my body intermixing with hers. I want this. I want it all. If I could escape myself, if I could breathe myself out, I'd only want her to breathe me in so I could stay inside her forever. She stops kissing me and holds my face gently, like a lover. She kisses me so softly and quickly on the lips it's like she was sending me a message. My heart is pounding so hard, I feel everything. I grab her and spin her around, pinning her into the wall, she breathes out hard, I know what that means, she wraps her legs around me so tightly as I hold her up. She puts her arms around me and our tongues introduce themselves to each other. Everything has suddenly gone from zero to sixty and the movements are happening so fast that I'm overwhelmed by the possibilities.
She stops again, she stares at me and whispers something in a low, sexy, guttural growl. "Why are you grinning?" Oh god, I hope she doesn't think i'm laughing at her. "I just think it's kind of funny that we're doing this in a library....ya know?" She continues to stare at me with those piercing, penetrating eyes. Piercing, penetrating, good idea. I put my hand on the side of her face and trace her lips with my thumb, she kisses my thumb and then starts to bite it and once again my heart is racing so hard that i'm pretty sure people can walk by and hear it. I reach down and gracefully pull her shirt up and off of her. Her she has an amazing rack, I mean, good god, have you seen it? Her tits look so amazing in that damn bra that I just have to get it off of her. Once I do, I'm sucking and licking on her tits like they're going out of style. She grips me by the back of my neck and pushes me harder into it and then pulls me back up into a hard long kiss that is all lust and passion. There is a language of kissing, you just need to pay attention to what she's saying, it takes it so much further knowing that it isn't just some mechanical gesture, sex. Lust. Love. Fucking. War. Pain. Greed. Guilt. Friendship. My. Head. Is. Spinning.
She reaches down and squeezes my dick through my pants and breathe in. She's just...wow. She squeezes it again and rubs it. She quickly and hurriedly unbuttons my pants and slides them off. Her hand grips me, while our bodies are smashed together sandwiching her hand holding my dick. Intense. I reach down and rest my hand on her hips, then push myself away. I get down on my knees and pull her jeans completely off. I need her legs free and open for what I'm about to do, as hot as doing it with clothes on is, I need it this way. She's wearing very hot black lace panties and I stop her from taking them off. Instead I simply rub her clit through the panties in a revenge act against her rubbing my dick through my pants. All's fair. I can feel that little circle of her vagina, a little bit past the lips and I press into it. I rub the outer length of said circle and look up at her. That silent rage has been replaced by an anticipating intensity, bends down over me and kisses me hard again. If only for a few seconds before I push her back into place and slide her panties off. I slide one finger in. Just one finger at first. Then I spread her legs apart and reach behind her to squeeze her ass as I lick her pussy. What else should I call it? Anything else sounds weird. These thoughts run through my head as
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Welcome to the library. This is a very large library located on the college campus of Franklin and Marshal. We like to call it F and M, it's a great school to go if you're insanely rich and detached from the real world. It always sort of reminded me of Camden college, but I always hoped Camden was nothing like this, because this place is just..odd. It's got lots of gross preppy assholes and broads that are just coasting by on thier parents money. This library is quite possibly the best library in Lancaster, and also the biggest, thats why I'm here. I just love books, and reading. I love the atmosphere here, I also love how if you come here at just the right time, it's a deserted labyrinth, with twists and turns, and for some ungodly reason, they lights are always very dim.
And there she is. She's two aisles in front of me and she takes off running, full fucking sprint in to the left. I take off in a mad dash towards her, but she's ducking and weaving through out this massive maze. I'm hoping for a dead end as the lights flicker above us as we run faster and faster. She's trying to escape but she sure as hell isn't going to, at least I hope not. I jump over a small rack of encyclopedias or dictionaries and continue the pace, I can feel my heart beating in my chest, thank god for skateboarding or I'd be horrible out of shape. Who works out anymore, anyway? She zigs and zags, ducks and dodges as I try to figure out a way to cut her off before either someone catches us or she makes it out of the goddamn fire exit. I narrowly avoid getting knocked upside the head by a fire extinguisher posted against a wall. Woo. That would of been hard to explain, "Sir, why were you running around in this library basement at 2 in the morning? Well, I do enjoy studying.." Something like that. She disappears again and I hunch down and try to be as sneaky as possible, going the...