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The Library
She sat in the library
cross referencing text.
Its what she does when
she's not at work.
Often she's here
there and everywhere
as her mind finds comfort
in music as she goes
about doing what needs
to be done for
her assessments.
And he is her weakness
she's drawn
to the tenderness
within his heart
like a moth to a flame.
Him.
Whom she'd give her whole
entire heart to if he
told her he felt
the same raging fire
that she felt
in the depths of her.
He.
Whom she'd build
her whole entire
world around.
He who makes her
tingle with anticipation
at the thought of residing
within his heart.
He... that felt like home to her.
His heart is tender
and it's capable of nurturing
the jagged edges of hers
but it's also violent
and has no conscience
for the way he leaves her
hanging on a thread
like a puppet on a string.
And thoughts of ice cream
and his sticky fingers
invaded her thoughts
until she ached to feel
those fingers in the depths
of her wholly and solely
whilst watching him intently
before tasting her cunt
upon his lips
in between licking and sucking
his fingers clean.
The deviant within gripped her
for a moment as she became flushed
from blushing in a crowded library
that's still enough you could hear a pin drop
yet in her minds eye she was entertaining
herself with his sticky fingers.
cross referencing text.
Its what she does when
she's not at work.
Often she's here
there and everywhere
as her mind finds comfort
in music as she goes
about doing what needs
to be done for
her assessments.
And he is her weakness
she's drawn
to the tenderness
within his heart
like a moth to a flame.
Him.
Whom she'd give her whole
entire heart to if he
told her he felt
the same raging fire
that she felt
in the depths of her.
He.
Whom she'd build
her whole entire
world around.
He who makes her
tingle with anticipation
at the thought of residing
within his heart.
He... that felt like home to her.
His heart is tender
and it's capable of nurturing
the jagged edges of hers
but it's also violent
and has no conscience
for the way he leaves her
hanging on a thread
like a puppet on a string.
And thoughts of ice cream
and his sticky fingers
invaded her thoughts
until she ached to feel
those fingers in the depths
of her wholly and solely
whilst watching him intently
before tasting her cunt
upon his lips
in between licking and sucking
his fingers clean.
The deviant within gripped her
for a moment as she became flushed
from blushing in a crowded library
that's still enough you could hear a pin drop
yet in her minds eye she was entertaining
herself with his sticky fingers.
Published 27th Feb 2015
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28th Feb 2015 00:05am
The library is a fine place to let your thoughts roam. This is a remarkable erotic fantasy, propelled by that deviant, but restrained a bit by some public sense of decency. Far too many witnesses glancing up from their books.
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28th Feb 2015 00:44am
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28th Feb 2015 7:30am
28th Feb 2015 11:08am
"Before tasting her cunt upon his lips..."
Made me sooooooo hungry! lol your usual inking magnificence on full display here my sweetness...
Made me sooooooo hungry! lol your usual inking magnificence on full display here my sweetness...
18th Aug 2016 00:31am
Ahhh, as a library science major, and one who is drawn to them, I loved this. I can visualize it all through your magnificent imagery. The subtle nuances you play in the theater of my mind put me in need.
Hugs,
John
Hugs,
John
16th Dec 2019 9:30am
