The Librarian
A librarian gets more than she expects when she meets a stranger.
Samantha stood in front of the mirror, naked. As she let her left hand gently slide around her right breast, she took notice of how round and soft it was. She imagined her hand to be a man’s, strong and eager to manipulate the nipple between his fingers. So, she gently squeezed her nipple, watching the process in the reflection of the mirror. “Want me,” she whispered, staring straight into her own eyes. From that moment s...