Sexy Librarian Novels & Stories

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

she purred, such a gorgeous woman. I was having trouble smiling because of how stunning she was. She made me feel... wet the way no boy I had dated did. No one had me squirming in place and soaking my panties, but Ms. Franchella... she oozed sexuality with her black hair in that delicious bun and her glasses perched on her nose. A sexy and kinky librarian. That's what she looked like. I didn't get why that turned me on.

Oh Lord cuss him, running her fingers through her hair she entered inside the may bach and the instant she did she immediately stared around and for heaven's sake the interior was damn beautiful with black leather seats and a television . I didn't think that l would finally sit in this car, uttering to herself silently she ran her fingers over the black leathered seats before being interrupted. "For heaven's sake am dead" , fear suddenly gripped her comfort zone when she watched the billionaire sit next to her. Start the car , He ordered and at that instant the chauffeur obediently started the engine. " What the hell am l going to do?, What the heck is wrong with him?, No ...no l can't be ne

I was walking back from the printing room, arms full of reports, heels clicking like the boss bitch I was pretending to be, when I turned the corner and bam. Sabrina Rodriguez. Dominic's fiancée. Allegedly. Also known in my head as Satan's favorite lapdog. She was standing there like she owned the hallway, all sleek black hair, blood red lips, and stilettos sharp enough to puncture a soul. Her entire aura screamed wealth, pettiness, and curated influencer evil. "Oh, if it isn't Miss Secretary," she purred, like she had been waiting to deliver that line since the dawn of time.

The moisture between my legs grew heavy, a warm, slick pool of arousal soaking into my panties just from their close proximity. Adrian let out a low, deep chuckle that vibrated right through my chest. He flashed his silver teeth in a dark smile. "Don't play shy with us, secretary. Red is definitely a color we want to see more of. Make sure you don't keep those beautiful things locked away in the dark for too long. We like it when our staff shows appreciation for our corporate generosity." Sebastian didn't say a word, but his gaze dropped significantly, tracking the heavy rise and fall of my chest. The primitive hunger in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. They knew exactly what th

In the room shrouded in damp silence, staring with hazily unfocused eyes at Sam-seok's hot seed spilled over my belly, I opened my mouth softly in the voice of a terribly corrupted siren. "Sam-seok... You are truly not a human, but a predator." I wiped down the male's seed covering my belly with my finger, flashing a smile colder and more sensual than any shameless harlot in the world. "These past few days, you shoved my insides into hellfire, crushing and tormenting me with terrible dark lust..." "And tonight, with your brutal cock, you have finally torn apart and ruined even my physical body." The red SAEKGUI of the Twin Islands.

The girl sitting directly on my mattress looked like she had stepped straight out of a Calvin Klein's catalog. Now, I’m a guy. I don’t know the exact names of half the shit she was wearing, but I saw white lace, tiny pink bows, and a hell of a lot of bare skin. And instantly, I was happy. "Took you long enough," Sable shot me a sexy, heavily loaded smile that practically screamed 'you’re about to get incredibly lucky, big boy.' My cock reacted accordingly, instantly thickening and straining beneath my zipper. "I was giving you exactly five more minutes before I took off," she purred.

I planned to pound her senseless, work my dick until I was too spent to think, to forget her even for just a few hours. I showed up right where she told me, and the second that door swung open, she was bare-ass naked. Every curve and fold of her perfect body on display. Our lips crashed together hard, her tongue twisting with mine, and fuck if she didn't get me rock hard in seconds, my cock throbbing against my pants like it had a mind of its own. Selene's a pro, a top-tier escort, keeps a politician wrapped around her finger, and knows exactly how to work a dick. That's why she's my favorite. No strings, just sex and cash, and she's got more sense than half the people I know.

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.

Her voice was steady. His wasn’t any different than usual when he spoke again. “You don’t have to call me that every time.” Amara blinked. “I—” She stopped herself. Regrouped. “It’s appropriate.” “For others, maybe.” He tilted his head slightly, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken. “You’ve worked here long enough.” That didn’t make it less inappropriate. If anything, it made it more dangerous. She held his gaze for a fraction of a second too long before lowering it again.