Sensual Erotic Tales ( short smut stories).
The silence that screamed that no one was here with her, that this was all on her, that she was completely and utterly alone in a sea of new beginnings.
"I need a break," she muttered to herself, her voice sounding so small in the cavernous room. She grabbed a rag from the box and wiped her hands on it, staring at the shelves that stretched up to the ceiling. They were covered in a layer of fine dust that seemed to shimmer in the weak afternoon light. It was the kind of dust that suggested the shelves hadn't been touched in a long time, that their previous occupant had simply walked away, leaving their mark behind.