Let me tell you a secret: the only reason I come to the library every day is him.
He’s not just good-looking or sexy, he’s drop-dead gorgeous with the perfect amount of muscle.
His eyes are a mesmerizing moss-green, and when they meet mine, I can feel my heart race.
I won’t pretend I wasn’t admiring him before, but now that he’s looking at me, I can’t help the pulse that hits my core.
I bite my lip hard to contain the moan that’s about to escape me.
This isn’t the first time he’s caught me checking him out, but I just can’t resist him.
I imagine him between my thighs, and I squeeze them together, feeling the wetness gather.
I want him so badly that I decide to take action. Today is the day I fuck the librarian.
I gather myself, adjust my skirt and top, and with my head held high, I walk towards him with purpose.
He looks shocked as I approach, almost as if he can’t believe I’m making a move.
I can see a bulge forming in his pants, and I almost falter at the mere size of it.
But I pep-talk myself: “I ain’t no bitch. I can take whatever he’s got to give. Girl, you can do this.”
Finally, I stand before him, and I have to look up because he’s taller than me.
I give him one of my best sultry smirks and say, “Hi, I was wondering if you could show me where I could find the book Dinners Playground by Caroline Peckham and Susanne Velenti.”
He raises an eyebrow, tilts his lip in a smirk, and says, “Sure, right this way.”
As he leads me to a part of the library I’ve never seen before, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to my boyfriend: “Come see 733. Library 2nd floor 3rd door on the right.”
I pocket the phone without waiting for a reply.
When I look up, he’s looking at me like I’m his prey and he’s a lion about to devour me.
He steps closer to me, holds out his hand, and says, “My name’s Blake.”
I take his hand in mine and reply with my name softly.
He grips my hand firmly, pulls me closer so our chests touch, and leans down to repeat my name in the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard.
My nipples become pert in an instant, and somehow, my panties become even wetter.
He adds, “It’s nice to finally get a proper introduction.” I take my hand out of his, step back, and turn slightly to take in the room.
It’s isolated, quiet, with a few book stacks, three tables, some chairs, and a window next to the door we came in.
From the window, I can see the entrance of the library and the rows of books on the second floor, which is completely empty.
As I turn back to Blake, a devious smile twists my face.
“A proper introduction?” I repeat with a quirk of my lips.
“My definition of a proper introduction is the one where I’m on my knees and your cock is in my mouth.”
I drop to my knees and start to unbutton his pants, taking my time because I’ve been fantasizing about this for what seems like forever.
I want to put on one hell of a show.
The moment his eyes are on me, it’s like electricity.
The connection we share is unlike any other.
It’s like he was made for me.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12cmxnr/my_fantasy_about_a_sexy_librarian_became_true