Ereaders Pocketbook Novels & Stories

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

For someone with an empathy problem, you're making a lot of sense. "Mmm… I take your point.... personal but not too expensive...." I drop the lid of the laptop on Richard Burton and Scheherazade. ***** Later, scouring eBay, I find what I'm looking for. Second-hand, but beautifully produced and illustrated; a collector's edition, slightly dog-eared but not enough to spoil a gorgeous binding and a minor work of art. And before I wrap it, I take time to read some of the tales inside.... Fuck me.... and I thought these were stories for children....