Ex Libris: Confessions Of A Common Reader Novels & Stories

I sat on the sofa, flipping through my old photo album. Yesterday after we left the grocery store, I went to the spa as planned and Andrew said he was going to meet an old friend, it was about some job stuff he didn’t want to talk about much, so I decided to let him use my car. Flipping through the photos, tears began forming in my eyes, I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Today is supposed to be a good day for me, I don’t know if I should be celebrating or moaning, either ways, I enjoy spending the day staring at my old pictures and writing letters. I softly chuckled at my baby picture, I was very cute when I was a baby, and my mom says I had the cutest buttocks. My cheeks always get red

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Allie snapped her book shut with a loud thwack, the sound cutting through the quiet like a slap. I glanced up from my laptop, where I’d been slogging through Southern Europe’s summer booking reports. Her groan was long and theatrical, forehead wrinkling so deep she looked carved from stone. “I am dealing with a conundrum,” she declared, pivoting her body toward me as though about to present a case in court. I leaned sideways, catching the title on the spine. “A conundrum about the sexual liberation movement of the sixties?”

Department Rumors💦🫦 The department chair’s words hung in the air like a threat as the meeting ended. "Lucas, we need to talk about some rumors going around about late nights in your office with Ava." Professor Elias, Lucas, met my eyes across the conference room table, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. The other faculty members were already packing up their notes, chatting casually about the upcoming semester. No one seemed to notice the tension crackling between us. But I did. I felt it in the way his gaze lingered on me, in the way my thighs pressed together under the table, still sore from the night before.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

Elora looked away, " No one, I was talking to no one" " Funny how I do know when someone is lying", Libby said giggling softly, " I know you were talking to someone", " You won't believe me if I tell you who I'm talking to", she replied with her arms still wrapped around her knees while her eyes looked ahead of her. " Should I believe that's your secret then?", " It's not a secret, it'll just make me look crazier than I already look", " You don't look crazy to me",

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Liberty gives each of her mates a teasing look of derision, playing the part of a mother excusing the bad behaviour of her children. “The fault is mine. Tell me, how is it that you are aware of my kind and our abilities?” my open question is primarily to see how much they know, the distraction it offers is a happy coincidence . Liberty spends the walk filling me in on the emergence of her gift, the arrival of her Aunt and Alpha Zander’s discovery of the chronicles. She referred to them as books, which is obviously what they are, but among the respective communities each book is about, they are commonly known as ‘The chronicles’. She starts her story when she came to Pine Lake, I don’t ask an

My heart jumped to my mouth, beating right there as I looked at the picture of me walking into a room with Dina and Kayden. My face was the brightest. Kayden. This must be his doing. "Who.. who..." "Miko showed this to me. He was there! He saw you walk into a sex dungeon with a lesbian and a dom teacher! What the fuck, Lillian?" He tossed his phone on the wall. I flinched, holding my breath. "I..." "You're what? You're sorry?" "I didn't mean to. I swear... It was supposed to only happen once and then it happened again and...and - I'm really sorry. I was going to tell you, Jude." The tears poured down from my eyes.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.