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The advent of a more liberal society has revolutionized the life of the modern American woman, opening up new vistas both professionally and personally. As with most social revolutions, however, the changes are apt to be slow and sporadic, leaving untouched many of those it hopes to reach.
One profession, that of the librarian, reflects the uneven progress of social change—women entering this field have long been characterized as “stuffy” or “frigid” or “old maids” with little consideration given to their true personalities or capabilities.
Living in this shadow and its traditions, the woman in this story, Samantha, casts a new light onto a profession long stereotyped. Both ambitious and adventurous, she finds herself suddenly confronted by a sexual liberalism which challenges her curiosity.
THE LIBRARIAN’S NAUGHTY HABIT—a chronicle of our times. The story of a woman trapped in a tide of social change.
Sitting on the stool, with my skirt pulled primly over my knees, I could feel my cunt burning between my thighs. The crotch of my panties felt clammy against my loins and I realized that my hot pussy was sopping wet.
I was so turned on that I couldn’t sit still any more. I wiggled my ass on the stool, feeling the bubbling juices squish luxuriously within my spasming cunt.
My crotch was so thick with pussy-flow that I felt like I was sitting in a warm, sticky puddle. I wished there was something I could do to remove myself from a potentially embarrassing situation, but it was hopeless. Turned on as I was, I had to just keep telling myself that I was merely doing my job. Just following orders.
Miss Greenstalk, the head of circulation, had asked me to review a new book which the library just received. She wanted to know whether I thought it was suitable to put on our shelves. It was a perfectly reasonable request since I was Miss Greenstalk’s assistant, and she asked me to look over books for her all the time.
However, this time there was an exceptional quality about her request because the book she wanted me to read was one of those illustrated sex manuals, the first one I’d ever actually looked at. It was called THE JOY OF LUST and I’d never seen anything like it in my somewhat sheltered life.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number HP-6086 in the original publications (a duplicate).