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Though the closed world of various institution and orders is seemingly totally removed from day to day events as most people know them, such is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that effect us are also part of the makeup of some of today’s established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.
THE HORNY LIBRARIAN is the story of one such individual. Perhaps the product of stringent upbringing, she seeks a release, though not one, which is manifest in a conventional form — a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, she pursues her most base ambitions and desires — those of the flesh.
THE HORNY LIBRARIAN — fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.
Candy Walker looked at the thick bulge of his cock, her eyes widening. The young man stood there, his legs slightly apart, his hands on his hips.
“Could you tell me where I can find some back issues of Time magazine?” he asked, his voice a rich, low baritone.
“I… I…” Candy stuttered, then gave a little cry as she lost her balance on the stool where she was sitting.
“Watch it,” the man said, grabbing her by the shoulders. He pulled her slightly forward, brushing her face against the inside of his left thigh. “You might hurt yourself,” he added.
A jolt of electric pleasure raced up and down Candy’s spine, finally fluttering in the back of her pussy. And although her legs were rubbery, she somehow managed to stand, giving an embarrassed smile.
“You OK?” the man asked, his hand still on her shoulder, his fingertips gently squeezing into her soft, yielding flesh.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.