Sensual Erotic Tales ( short smut stories).
The silence of the library was heavy, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and our combined arousal.
Eventually, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. He helped me straighten my clothes, his touch was gentle now, as if the professor was back. He walked me back to the table, his arm was placed around my waist, and we sat down to talk, but the mood was different now. The tension had been broken, but the connection remained.
Pinky felt a flutter in her chest as she read the story. It was so vivid, the setting so unexpected the library, the shelves, the intellectual environment.