From the Stacks

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[SaraDarkened]

quietly, browsing the 'library'

 

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[wickedpen]

Her mentor finally gave in to his primal urges, but his age gave him patients as much as the last six months she knew what he wanted. Behind her as she sat at the piano she could smell the brandy on his breath as his big hands would cover over hers and show her the notes. She did not know how much she wanted him to take her until his hips pressed against her and she felt his excitement. This was no accident as he did not retreat, nor did she.

 

[wickedpen]

Dressing for her date Sara was becoming Sam. With her pearls under her dress shirt, they may not be found out tonight. Her rings would have to go as she smoothed her hair over, freshly cut by her barber. With her grey suit pressed and ready she called her date.

"Hello Kathryn, it's Sam. Are you well?" she asked with her raspy deep voice.

"I am looking forward to seeing you tonight." she continues twisting her pearls between her fingers as she speaks. "Yes, I will be there at seven and will be wearing a red rose. Good bye" she says stiffly.

She bounces giggling as her excitement reverberates through her body. "This is fucking wild" she says throwing the black fedora on her blonde cropped hair.

"I wonder if Kris will be as feminine as I am masculine?" she wonders looking in her standing mirror.

 

[wickedpen]

Sitting in the strange house she looked out upon the grounds in the nightgown he had provided. It was the endless day of northern Scandinavian summer and the soft light of midnight made her feel as if in a dream. The kind man who had found her alone, broke and without a ticket home after her fiance left her was older. He was a widower, nearly twice her age. when he came to the room she did not send him away, although she felt she could have. She was grateful and lost.

He did not speak moving behind her as she did not look at him as nerves and anxiety filled her. His gentle warm hands on her shoulders were strangely erotic. She had explained her story over a bottle of wine in the cafe. He had told her his. They were alone in the world, save each other.

As he brought his hands to her neck she sat up and her leg slid from the cover of the silk gown. She was aware of how excited she was. Waking this morning with Phillip seemed a lifetime ago. As Walter's hands were gentle the intent of sexual desire was clear. Slowly as a mature lover, allowing every opportunity for his desire to dismiss him, he felt her lovely hair, inhaling her scent. Silently in the old house where clocks echoed through wooden halls, long empty of inhabitants, these isolated solitary souls kindled a flame slowly.

 

[wickedpen]

"Such a bad girl" my mother chided me. She knew how I was and there was nothing she could do. She was not so different.

We were staying in my grandmother's house. There is something about other people's houses that turns me on. Guest rooms where I imagine other people I know having had sex there. My mother and father probably had sex on this bed while her mother slept a wall away. I imagined my grandfather back in the day taking my grandmother and whispering "let's do it in the guest room before they arrive." and the two coming up here and having a quickee.

That was all I really wanted. Why didn't I lock the door? Why did mom come looking for me when there are so many more interesting people who could have walked in on me. My jeans and blouse on the hardwood floor. I was naked and loving the soft sheets that smelled of ancient lavender and the lace bedspread my red toe nails played in as my hands played elsewhere.

Looking up at the old cracked plaster ceiling I imagined being under one of the men. So bad how I can imagine my own family members in an erotic pleasing way. imagining how they would be, would they kiss much? Would they be in a hurry? Would they take their time and make sure I came too?

"Marissa!" snapped me from my near orgasm as mother hurried in and closed the door. "Get dressed you..." she hissed angrily. "What if someone else had walked in here?" she asked as the images i was just enjoying flashed in my head and my expression must have shown it.

"You are a bad girl" she hissed as she picked up my jeans and top and said "get dressed and masturbate somewhere more private." I could not help but notice her eyes looking at my shaven body as I pulled my red lace thong over my feet. An unusual rush filled me as she seemed to check me out before turning away.

 

[wickedpen]

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When he first approached me in the library I was young. I loved books and spent most days there. When he offered me a book for a kiss, it seemed ridiculous. I gladly kissed his cheek behind the books.
He was older and I did not care as I my hand opened the new spine and ran my fingers across the paper printed with another world.
He soon offered a place to keep my books where I could come anytime and read them. Here he asked that I give him more than a kiss. He would meet me there in his suit holding a wrapped book and I would pleasure him. I would rip into the wrapper with his taste still in my mouth.
The room seemed sparse at first but as I grew older and the books accumulated I looked forward to visits. The books were lovely but I began to enjoy the feeling of his skin on my fingers and lips.
"Another book?" I asked without looking back at the door.
"Not today. I think today we will do something different" he said calmly.

 

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[fredgy]

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[wickedpen]

The thick lips she had lusted after as her friend told her obscene stories of the things they had done now pressed into her neck. She had finally opened fully to the possibilities her friend had more than hinted at all these years. Naked with her hand between her open thighs a word escaped her lips. It was unusual for her to speak or make any noise with a lover but today was different. Sara was not her usual lover or even her usual gender. Her touch was so confident and experienced it was like a dream. Her warm wet lips pressed into hers then down her neck. Her nipples were aching from the suction Sara applied before letting her fingers spread her dear friends legs.
"Claire I have wanted you forever" Sara sighed tasting her best friends skin for the first time. "All these years I have teased and provoked you with stories of obscene nights and taboo arrangements yet you never reacted as I wished?"
Claire could hardly believe what she was hearing or feeling as Sara's fingers were better than her own now caressing her blossoming lips. She had laid in bed next to Sara touching herself fearful of being found out, fearful that what she thought was flirting was not. Fearful of her friend leaving her, disgusted by her lesbian fantasies. She in haled Sara's perfume as her fingers circled her button wanting it to be Sara's so she could hear her sigh with pleasure.
Sara pressed her fingers into best friend sliding easily into her clearly excited flesh.
"So beautiful and sexy" Sara groaned licking and kissing and nibbling her life long crush. "I am going to take all of you" Sara breathed as she moved her lips down her friends supple belly. All Claire could do was sigh "yes."

 

[wickedpen]

Vanessa knew Mark would not be there in the morning. She knew he was with her for one reason and made no bones about it. Vanessa was there for one thing too, although she kidded her self and her friends that she wanted more from this.

Mark came to her apartment without calling. He had been out of her life for weeks but tonight he wanted it.

Vanessa wanted it too and being treated rough was a big part of it. Being used by this jerk was a lot of it. She had boyfriends who ran her baths and brought her flowers and asked if they could kiss her. She let them but it was never like Mark. It was never that primal need Mark had, and she had. He ripped her clothing to get at her bare skin. He pushed and pulled. He bit and pulled her hair to get her into the position he wanted at that moment. He never showed interest in her pleasure and that made her insane.

She would squeal and gasp as he turned her away from him and groped her body, a body men fought to look at. He pressed his rigid cock against her. He forced her to her knees and his cock into her mouth just to see her suck it so wantonly.

Her makup would run down her cheeks as he would force himself deep into her. she could not refuse or completely handle him.

In the morning she would be sore and dirty. her hair stiff with cum and sweat as she lay replaying the night in her head. He would be gone until he needed it, until he needed her.

 

[wickedpen]

I told him I was leaving. I told him there was another. He said he did not care. He said I was his and he took my wrist. I pulled away but he is strong. I knew there was nothing I could do against him, even if I had wanted to. He had taught me to enjoy being an object of desire. I wanted to be free to feel that fresh, new feeling of being desired. But he was not letting go. He took my hair and gripped my head. He did not look into my eyes as he put hit mouth to mine and filled my mouth with his tongue. He penetrated me as he had done many times before as a warm up to his true desire.He released my wrist and took my chin now holding my head like an object he used for his own pleasure. I sat passively as he gripped me. I did not raise my hands to him as I normally would have done. I sat letting him use me, again.I closed my eyes imagining it was someone else. Someone who had not done this countless times. Someone excited with the possibilities of me, instead of simply taking me as his.

 

[wickedpen]

Like a bird in a cage I waited for him. I prepared to be that which he had dreamt of and more. The big house was quiet in the autumn wind as I walked naked in heels as he always enjoyed. I looked from the bedroom window for his car. I could not leave, and I could I don't know that I would, as when he was here I had everything I ever needed.

 

[wickedpen]

The warmth of the bath was waning as I felt the coolness of the house on my skin. Naked in the window I thought back to last night, in the endless day or Norwegian summer. When he came to me. Animals in need of primal satisfaction. He fed on my flesh just to the point of drawing blood as he resisted the urge. The most primal of urges to sow his seed in my fertile body. I would not call my patience resistance as i knew he would eventually succumb to his need.

My head hit the glass as I balanced on the window sill for him to feed upon.

"Have me! Take me! Taste me..." I cried echoing through the empty house. His breathing and grunts were his only response as his mouth wet with hunger suckled my skin and tasted my desire. My feet on his shoulders as he bent the knee and offered himself and his very pleasant lips and tongue for my joy. with closed eyes I grew closer and closer to that release yet in the back of my mind was the image of his rigid shaft he had walked across the hardwood floor with. I wanted it and I knew he did too.