In between my pages

I love this library it is my favorite place to spend my days off, walking down the isles will my hand feeling all the books there textures on my fingertips, hard, soft, plastic, leather. The smell in the air as they all sit stacked high waiting for me to spend time with each of them. I sit inside on the couches or outside in the book garden, so well maintained but a secret kept by book lovers.

It was a hot day today but cool in here. I was looking for sex tips, I love raunchy books with pictures but currently have too many books at home to read so I would just read them here. So I just catch glances of you as I walk up and down the isles, you sitting in a chair reading “sex with a fire” a book I have read at home in my bath many times before.

I walk on over and make a noise to get your attention. You look up. I hold up a book in my hands that says “Let me help you”. You look a little confused so I point to the book in your hands. You laugh. The noise is loud so I glare at you raising a finger to my lips and shhh you. Then lick the end of my finger still looking at you. I want you to lust over me like we have both done with that book in your hands. I want you in between my pages. feeling the paper, feeling my thighs. 

I hold up another book, “island of sequencsed nun” . you look interested but still a little confused, I used m fingers you lift up my skirt you you can see my white knickers. I final book “trapped in the girls bathroom”. I look at you before making my way into the girls toilets and wait in a stall. I do not have to wait long before I hear footseps and know it is you. When your feet are infront of my cubical I open the door with my arm resting high on the door and my other hand on my hip. I raise and eyebrow and give you a cheaky grin. I have been wanting you for a while and we have not had a root in public in over a month.

I kiss you gently. On the cheak. I taste you. I lick the stubble on your face slow from chin to check. Again and again. I put your hand in mine , hold our entwined hands up and the I open my lips and put your finger in my mouth. Closing my lips around you and sucking. I slowly fellate your finger with my tongue and wet lipgloss covered lips. My eyelashes flutter, looking you deep in the eyes. With my hypnotic stare. I move but my eyes remain unmoving focused on your pale blue eyes.

I love the games we play, I go hide and you come and seek my sweet arse out. I sit on the toilet seat and unbuckle your pants and pull out your hard cock I stroke it with my eyes looking up at you. My makeup making my eyes look so big a fluttery, my lipgloss making my lips look so wet. My bra pushing my cleavage up. My hair falling all around my face. I know you love standing over me so you can have the best view of my face and tits. I think I do a fantastic job at wanking a penis, but I have to remember that loving someone is not about me. That feeling that you give me I will always try and emulate it with my fingers and throat. I want you to feel that lust with every part of my body.

When you are good and hard and have been moaning for a little while I want you to save some of that hot cock for me. I stand up, we move around like a dance in the small cubical. My hands on your shoulders pushing you down to sit on the toilet seat. I climb aboard you and lower myself onto your dick. I can feel my lips opening up and taking you inside. Welcoming you into me.  I love the feeling of it inside me, I wish I could keep you there in my warm space, the lips of my labia opening up to lick you.

I push down an move up, my body shakes my I hold onto your shoulders and slide up and down on your hard pole, the penis erupting inside of me in a sensual wave of pleasure. Afterwards I pull you out with me still dripping my lips close dripping wet and drooling cum.

Thoughts on a Friday afternoon

Title: not worth it

I hope everything of yours is gone. You gross me out. I feel bad that I let you into my life, but now I have stripped back everything you touched and thrown it in to be washed. Including myself. Scrubbing away, until I do not feel your presents again.

Title: Reading nook

I am proud of my books, all lined up neatly along my window nook. Books from my travels, books I have reread, books on my list to read. But now with technology, my books are becoming obsolete. Ebooks are easy and I can always take it with me. I will cherish my time I had spent with my books, and will continue to read them and more. The future is now.

Title: 1969

I am transported back to a time where things seemed a bit more free and easily.

The thriving see life of the tropics. In all its beauty be cast of as cheap in the right light.

I sit back at a friends place and complain about how the world has passed me by, drongos following me around, making my wallet run dry.

I am tired trying to look collected in my shades.

I want to be free follow the coastline, feel the waves beneath my dingy.

The sand so calm, the stepping back onto land after a long boat ride.

I feel alive. Life is simple away from the masses.

There is no one around to help, but also no one around to hinder.

A little girl below the jetty, pretty and blonde, I wonder what her name is I wonder what she is doing down there.

In time I think things will reveal themselves.

But for now I need some time on my own, in a room of ones own.

This place is a mess, I need to clean it out before I undress.

My dog sniffs out trouble, but I am thinking elsewhere.

The sea so blue in the background, makes me feel small.

This is not a bad thing I must understand, it is there to help me deal with my thoughts, turn my big head into something small.

Title: done with purpose.

Easier to write than to do.

For in my thoughts I can make anything happen.

I can make the sky turn blue, bring me to you.

I can make my homework done in a flash, And my past and future rewrite itself.

But I do not feel the accomplishment I would feel if I had done it for real,

Maybe I am just not imagining hard enough.

Title: The back of my mind

Trapped in my mind. I wanted to see what was inside, really dig deep and see what I hide. But now that I am here the door has closed the water filling in. I am washed away into a part that I am not familiar with. I know it is me, but now I begin to wonder. So deep in my thoughts I have travelled. Now trying to find my way out. Colours rich and glowing, blues and greens, thick jungle surronds me, I have not been this far before, and I am beginning to scare myself. These thoughts are so primal, so exotic, so forgine to me. But here they are they must be mine. I am told we only use 10% of our brain, I feel as though I have travelled deeper than that, thick sludge around my feel. In my mind, somehow I am not alone.