From the Stacks

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Thank you

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So many of the photos you post tell a story.

They do get my mind wondering what has happened.

The one with the woman on the storm beach, she is wondering why did she fuck that person who she shouldn't have done.
 
Ms Tiff have you done wrong? Do you feel you need a big strong man to punish you? Have you let another bind you into your deepest desires only to let you go without truly giving you release? Submit Ms Tiff and the man in the suit will cage you like a song bird then whistle with you until your magic opens the door and let's you fly.
 
It's a gross, rainy day here in Boston. But, it's giving me a lot of inspiration.

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Oh this takes me back. I see that hand under her skirt and I am back in my bedroom in high school with him. How wet my panties were and how excited he was. And then my mother came home.
 

I've always gotten such a kick out of the "sexy librarian" stereotype. So, figured I'd play along. :devil:

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The quiet, musty dark forgotten shelves away from the long wooden tables and card catalogues/ Away from the desk where they watch attentively. Ancient Greek or architecture or mythology where few care to go. That is where I meet him. No names or strings just a constant struggle to contain ourselves as we seek and provide that which our animal instincts crave, while trying to concentrate on more cerebral pursuits.
 
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