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.