Ex Libris: Confessions Of A Common Reader Novels & Stories

Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Julian Croft, Head of Literature Department.” My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. Head of… Literature? Oh, for the love of… That meant… that meant the man whose thick, heavy cock had been buried deep inside my wet cunt just hours ago, the man who’d called me his “little whore” as he’d sucked on my nipples, the man whose scent still clung to my skin like a forbidden secret… Was my new professor. Fuck.

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

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My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

I found the desk where Kael had been reading earlier that week and he had found record concerning my mark few hours ago. The book he had seen the Anima Libera was still there, its leather cover cold under my touch. I flipped through the pages I had seen him study. It spoke of the dual sacrifice, the silver fire, and the Free Agent status. But it ended abruptly, as if the author had been interrupted. It described the rise of a Speaker, but it said nothing of her life and nothing of her end. Just a few mentions of the powers she would possess. "There has to be more," I hissed, my frustration boiling over. "He's hiding something from me. Or the world is hiding it from him."

|02. Anna's Pov. Two days later… Day 1 Okay! I'm seated waiting for my turn to get to see the doctor,I can feel my palm all sweaty. I feel nervous and a little bit jittery cause I'd be seeing a male therapist, not only a male therapist,a well known one at that, doctor Manuel. I've got like two people before me and I don't know what to say when I get to him, how would I tell him I've got high libido?to the extent that I want to fuck in an hour or two hour interval.

A book room here was almost as large as a standard library. But this time, the genius of Ethelbert's guess was wrong. When Ethelbert found Coronis, she didn't appear with the jubilant excitement she had just now. In contrast, Ethelbert discovered for the first time that Coronis turned out to be equally serious and attentive when reading. Coronis held a thick leather-bound book in his hand, which looked so old that the braille on the cover was no longer visible. She stood in the middle of a long line of tall bookshelves, calmly and intently reading the book in her hand. Coronis has entered her world.

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.