i like it when you pull my hair and take control - when i've been pinned down, 'just so'... 

it makes me shake with anticipation, and forces sounds across my lips that had been long buried.

what turns you on?

actually, it's not just the library, apparently now i'm 'randy' all the time.

i don't know what it is about being in the library that makes me so horny. 

maybe it's the scent the books give off, or the feel of their covers in my hands. either way, once again here I am. 

a quick trip to a bathroom stall might be in order, but i would prefer to meet you in the stacks. it will be a meeting of the minds. 

maybe you'll find me by chance, or maybe i'll leave a trail only you can follow. 

you are a great explorer, uncovering treasures that have been hidden for centuries and i am your next great discovery. not lost for as long but just as precious. 

the road may be long and the hazards many but when you find me i'll be ready. 

i'm waiting. 

come up behind me. don't turn me around, I don't want to see your face, I only want to feel you as you press yourself into my back and slick wetness gathers between my thighs. 

tension rises as you make me wait, lightly running your hands over my ass and leaving your warm breath on the back of my neck. 

my back arches. every nerve in my body pulses as you push me onto a table and order me still. 

I will try to obey but my body has another master, and this one cracks a whip. 

i start to grind, pressing myself into the table while my ass searches for you, each rotation more urgent than the last. you leave me like that for what seems like an eternity, but just as i start to whimper you grab my hair and force my head back, yank up my skirt, and muffle the animal sounds escaping from my throat. 

entry is swift and my wetness welcomes all of you. we move together easily, each thrust deeper, each one more intense. then when the fever breaks, you collapse on top of me as my thighs shake with aftershocks. 

now we are on the floor, lying amongst scattered books. with you still inside i turn my head and breathe deeply. the smell of our sex is mixed with the mustiness of the books. I inhale again and smile. 

I'm ready to be rediscovered.

spring has sprung. the evidence can be seen outside but the biggest changes are occurring inside me. 

my body hums with anticipation of the sunshine and the force of your hands on my wrists as you pin me to the wall. 

i want you to tease me, and taunt me, as my breath comes in tortured gasps. when I can take it no more I want you to enter me - slowly first - then faster, harder, deeper. over and over, again and again. 

Just thinking about it leaves a puddle in my pants. imagine the possibilities.