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Trixie
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2013
The days seemed to pass, one after another, without note. Monday blended into Tuesday, Tuesday into Wednesday, and before you knew it, it was the end of next week and not much had happened. The East Point town library was a small thing, containing quite a few books mostly due to the efforts of the thrifty librarian that loved her job... in theory.
Ella was suited for a bigger library than this, where people enjoyed books. Even a college library would have done. But this one wasn't much of one at all, and she could go a day or two without anyone coming in. It left her with far too much time on her free hands. Most days, that just meant a good bit of reading, but today... she'd brought with her some manner of erotic novel.
Ella's eyes closed as she leaned her head against her desk. Her hand has slipped up the front of her thick green sweater, and then beneath her bra. The warmth and softness of her own breast filled her hand, her gentle fingers tweaking her nipple. Her other hand had delved below into her panties, her finger working tirelessly at her own clit. Her moans were small and breathy, thighs quivering around her hand as the latest scenes from the book played themselves over in her head.
She just imagined some handsome man taking her out of this humdrum life she'd concocted in this town, and taking her for a life of adventure, excitement, and passionate love. She could just see it, her hands behind her back, leaned over a table as a strong body behind her gave her pleasure unending, not able to fight back, but god, she wouldn't want to...
Her eyes unfocused and her mouth formed an "O" of pleasure as her finger slipped inside of herself, jilling herself vigorously as her orgasm washed over her. The wave of pleasure was followed up by a wave of shame as she guiltily pulled her fingers out of her wet snatch, and readjusted her clothing.
Of course, no one was around to see any of that, which was a small mercy in and of itself. She stashed her erotic novel in her purse, which did a sterling job of hiding the few toys she'd started carrying with her.
It wasn't very likely, she reflected as she made to close up the library, that any of that was going to happen. She was what would have come to mind if someone said "librarian". Pale skin, with soft, mildly frizzy brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. Large glasses that hid intelligent green eyes, a thick green sweater, and a black skirt that fell to the ankles of her sensible shoes.
She was a little bit on the chubby side, additionally, a fact not helped by the unflattering sweater and skirt that hid her from everyone's sight. She pressed her head against the glass of the door as she stood outside the library, having just locked it up. Ah, well. Such was life. It was time to head back home, make dinner, and watch a bit of TV. Same ol', same ol'.
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Ella was suited for a bigger library than this, where people enjoyed books. Even a college library would have done. But this one wasn't much of one at all, and she could go a day or two without anyone coming in. It left her with far too much time on her free hands. Most days, that just meant a good bit of reading, but today... she'd brought with her some manner of erotic novel.
Ella's eyes closed as she leaned her head against her desk. Her hand has slipped up the front of her thick green sweater, and then beneath her bra. The warmth and softness of her own breast filled her hand, her gentle fingers tweaking her nipple. Her other hand had delved below into her panties, her finger working tirelessly at her own clit. Her moans were small and breathy, thighs quivering around her hand as the latest scenes from the book played themselves over in her head.
She just imagined some handsome man taking her out of this humdrum life she'd concocted in this town, and taking her for a life of adventure, excitement, and passionate love. She could just see it, her hands behind her back, leaned over a table as a strong body behind her gave her pleasure unending, not able to fight back, but god, she wouldn't want to...
Her eyes unfocused and her mouth formed an "O" of pleasure as her finger slipped inside of herself, jilling herself vigorously as her orgasm washed over her. The wave of pleasure was followed up by a wave of shame as she guiltily pulled her fingers out of her wet snatch, and readjusted her clothing.
Of course, no one was around to see any of that, which was a small mercy in and of itself. She stashed her erotic novel in her purse, which did a sterling job of hiding the few toys she'd started carrying with her.
It wasn't very likely, she reflected as she made to close up the library, that any of that was going to happen. She was what would have come to mind if someone said "librarian". Pale skin, with soft, mildly frizzy brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. Large glasses that hid intelligent green eyes, a thick green sweater, and a black skirt that fell to the ankles of her sensible shoes.
She was a little bit on the chubby side, additionally, a fact not helped by the unflattering sweater and skirt that hid her from everyone's sight. She pressed her head against the glass of the door as she stood outside the library, having just locked it up. Ah, well. Such was life. It was time to head back home, make dinner, and watch a bit of TV. Same ol', same ol'.
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