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My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

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Three dots started to float on the chatbox as he typed. Then it disappeared as he stopped typing. Oooh, that must mean he liked them. I giggled to myself, deciding to get even bolder. I reached out behind me and unhooked my bra. My tits sprang free, heavy and meaty. I made a soft face of ecstasy and took another selfie. I tousled my hair, groped one of my tits, two fingers flicking over the nips. I took another. Then another, with each different pose.

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I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

“I’ll give you another chance.” He swallowed hard as my hands traced my center again. “Fuckable,” he said, his eyes never leaving my lower body. “Better,” I purred, arching my back as my opening got slicker. The tent on his crotch was now more prominent. The little man was begging to be released. I turned my legs to the side, positioning my cunt where he could see, popped in two fingers, and made a circular motion before pulling them out. Then I put my fingers into my mouth, sucking off my arousal from them. “It is all yours if you want to fuck.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.