One Handed Tales #8: Library Girl free porn video

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This story is pretty much 100% true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty and the dialogue is probably only close, not entirely accurate (it was ten years ago - give me a break!). If you're at all interested to know, this was my first time dressed in public, first time dressed completely and first girlfriend I ever dressed with. I'd never really worn any female clothes before then, but had always been intrigued by them and had quickly tried a few items before meeting 'Michelle'. One Handed Tales #8: Library Girl By Sarcastic Slut I had been going out with Michelle for just over a year. We were both 18 and she was one of my first girlfriends. Come to think of it, I was one of her first boyfriends as well. I was at her house one night. She lived a couple of towns away from me. We'd had a great dinner, cleared up together and settled to listen to some music, chat and finish our wine. She suggested a game of Trivial Pursuit. I agreed slightly unenthusiastically as she wasn't actually all that good at it and I felt bad to keep beating her. I also wasn't patronising enough to let her win on purpose. But she was determined to beat me sooner or later so I agreed. We were planning a trip into the centre of London sometime soon to do some Christmas shopping and somehow, I don't remember exactly how, I found myself agreeing to Michelle's bet that if she beat me at Trivial Pursuit I would wear something stupid when we went shopping as a forfeit. I wish I could remember how the subject came round to this but I can't as it didn't seem important or Earth shattering at the time. I agreed as long as she would agree to wear something stupid if I won. She managed to a bit better than usual and just about beat me. It was close but she had definitely done better than usual. She thought for a moment and decided that I would be wearing lipstick for our shopping trip. "Do you want to choose the colour you will be wearing, Don or shall I? I know, we'll go into one of the big department stores and ask one of the saleswomen to suggest a colour for you. I'm sure that'll be alright if we explain why you want to buy a lipstick." "Now wait a minute," I protested. "Are you trying to wriggle out of the bet already?" She frowned at me. "I thought you would be reasonable enough to handle being beaten at Trivial Pursuit by a girl. I never thought you'd get all pissed off about it and welch on a bet." "I wasn't trying to welch on the bet. I didn't think you meant lipstick, I thought you meant I'd have to wear a pair of nasty flares, a stupid shirt or something." "Well you should have asked and we should have agreed on the exact terms before we played. You just assumed you'd win and didn't care about the terms. Serves you right." "Now that's not fair! We should play again and agree what the bet is before we play." "If I agree to play again, it's double or quits. If I win you wear the lipstick as well as something extra of my choice for each segment I get more than you do. If you win, I let you off wearing the lipstick and you can choose one thing for me to wear." "But..." "Or you can just agree to wear the lipstick like you promised." I thought for a moment. I had agreed to the bet and Michelle was definitely on the moral high ground here. Also I was rapidly falling in love with her and really did not want to do anything to annoy her or make her think I was less wonderful than she had imagined. I sighed. "Okay. One more game." I grinned, "But I'm going to thrash you and find the most hideous dress imaginable for you to wear." She kissed me on the tip of my nose and said, "Don't get too cocky, I'm on form tonight. I can't wait to see what colour lipstick the woman in the department store will suggest for you." We set the game up again and started playing. I was at an immediate disadvantage as I took several turns to throw a six to start. Michelle was just looking extremely confident and was putting me off by discussing lipsticks and theorising about what colours would suit me. Distracted and worrying about the outcome, I kept second-guessing myself and getting answers wrong. Michelle on the other hand seemed to get a load of questions which were really easy. By the time she had gained all 6 segments and was heading back to the centre I had only three and was struggling to answer a question for another one. As it turned out, her final question was remarkably easy and she danced round the room, gloating and singing about her victory. "Hah, hah! You're my bitch now!" She carried on dancing and singing and finally plonked herself on my lap with her arms round me. She stared at my mouth. "What?" I asked. "Pink lipstick I think. That would suit you better than red. But I suppose it depends what colour your blouse, skirt and wig will be." I nearly threw her off me. "My what?!" "Your blouse, skirt and wig. I won by three segments, I get to choose three other things. Again you were too arrogant to agree terms before playing so it's all my choice." "You can't do that!" "I can, you agreed, we shook hands on it. I'm being nice having a top and skirt as separate items. If you annoy me I'll choose a dress, a wig and long false fingernails." "You can't make me wear a skirt!" She ignored my outburst and looked thoughtful, "Maybe you'd look good with matching lipstick and nail polish. If I can find a dress in a matching colour..." "Michelle!" She looked round at me. "Are you about to tell me that I have a boyfriend who would promise something, twice, then go back on his word? I thought I could trust you." She got off my lap and, looking disappointed, she stalked into the kitchen to get a drink. I followed sheepishly and saw her wipe a small tear away as she heard me and turned to face me. "Michelle, I'm sorry. Of course I would never break a promise to you." Basically, I begged to be let off. She gave me one more chance. She would play one more game. If I won I would only have to wear the lipstick but would definitely have to buy it in a department store when we went shopping and she would choose the colour for me. If I lost... I would have to dress completely as a girl. It wouldn't be for the shopping trip and would only be for a short time but I would have to prove that I could get away with it in public. This would be a further bet - If she recognised me she would win the bet and I would still have to wear what she chose for the shopping trip. If she didn't recognise me, I would be let off everything including the lipstick. What was I supposed to do? I usually beat her at Trivial Pursuit. She'd had a couple of lucky games but surely her winning streak was over now? Wrong! I foolishly agreed. It was close again but she beat me. As the game got nearer and nearer then end I was panicking more and more about the thought of dressing as a girl in public and my game fell to pieces. I sat there stunned as she answered her final question and gave me a huge, smug grin. She explained the rules. When the opportunity arose (she'd decide when that was) I would get dressed as a woman and go to the public library for the town between the towns where we lived. I would be there at a certain time and would wait until she arrived. There were six floors to the library. I would choose one and sit reading a book. If Michelle recognised me and came over to talk to me she had won. If she looked round and didn't spot me, I would win. I was to go to a charity shop and select my own clothes so that she wouldn't know what I was wearing but she insisted that it be a skirt or dress, not women's trousers. A couple of weeks later, the opportunity did indeed present itself. I had been hassled by Michelle to go and buy some clothes ready for the outing. She had also insisted on giving me lessons in applying makeup. I had seen the wisdom of this - the better my makeup, the less likely that anyone would spot me as a man and the less likely Michelle was to recognise me and win the bet. I listened carefully, blushed furiously but obeyed when she told me to try the makeup on myself and Michelle seemed very pleased when after one attempt I came downstairs (her parents were out) to show her. I had basically copied her makeup style, not knowing any different and it was strange when we stood next to each other in the mirror looking at ourselves. We did not look anything alike but it was strange seeing myself with a fairly feminine face. The eye makeup completely changed the apparent shape of my face. The addition of lipstick and blusher made me look very odd indeed. Still like me but not like me if you see what I mean. Like a sort of tomboyish sister perhaps. Michelle was giggling as she kissed me and we snogged for a while, smearing both our lips. When the day came, Michele had to work for the morning so we had arranged to be in the library for about 2 O'clock. She had made me promise to be there from 1:30 so that there was no chance of her seeing me go in and I would be settled with a book by the time she arrived. The chance to do this had occurred because my grandparents were away for a week. They had a delivery of something booked and I had promised to take it inside for them so I had been left the keys. I met Michelle there in the morning. She finished work at 1:30 so I had said I would give her the keys and she could let herself in to get changed out of her work clothes to come meet me in the library. I kissed her and she went off to work. Stalling, I made a cup of coffee, flicked through a newspaper, listened to the radio but knew that eventually I would have to get dressed in the women's clothes I had bought. Embarrassed beyond belief, I had run into a charity shop, bought some women's clothes quickly and run away again. This meant that I had bought a short skirt without thinking. It wasn't ridiculously short but it was a few inches above the knee. It wasn't until later that I'd considered my hairy legs. Embarrassed again, I had gone into a shop to buy some opaque tights but when I tried them they were not quite opaque enough to completely hide the hairs from sight and many of the hairs just stuck straight through the tights anyway. I also managed to ladder the tights as I removed them. What should I do? I thought about buying more opaque tights and wearing two or even three pairs to hide my hairy legs but couldn't face going back into the shop for more. After biting my nails right down worrying about it, I decided that I would have to shave my legs. Then I realised that I would have to wear tights anyway. I went to a different shop with a smaller selection and was forced to buy a 3 pack of 15 denier tights. That decided it. I would have to shave my legs. If only I'd thought about it in advance and made sure I bought an ankle length skirt! I climbed into my grandparent's shower and got myself clean, using shower gel lent to me by Michelle for today. After a couple of minutes of dithering I made the first sweep with the razor and stood open mouthed watching the hair slide easily off my leg to leave a smooth patch of skin. I felt it and was amazed by how different it felt. It took well over half an hour to shave both legs and by the time I'd finished I was tingling with the new feelings of having completely bare legs and the water running down my newly smooth skin. I thought about it for a minute more and decided to shave my chest as well, it would surprise Michelle, maybe even give her a laugh. When I'd finished, I took a new razor and made sure my face was free of a beard. I climbed out of the shower and cleaned up. When I was dry I went through to a bedroom where I had left the things I would be wearing. I could hardly believe what I was doing as I pulled a matching bra and panties (another loan from Michelle) out of my bag. I took a deep breath and slid the panties up my legs, still in wonder at the feeling of their smoothness. Next I struggled with the bra. I had seen Michelle putting hers on and clipped it in front of me, slid it round the right way and put my arms through the shoulder straps. It felt incredibly weird as the straps snapped into place on me and the smooth satin material pushed at my smooth chest. I pulled a pair of breast pads from the bag and stuffed them in the cups of the bra, shoving a pair of stockings in behind the pads to give me medium breasts of a reasonably realistic shape. I removed a pair of the tights from the packet and rolled them carefully up my legs, shocked by how nice they felt with no hairs snagging against them. I stood there for a minute, running my hands up and down my smooth, nylon covered thighs and blushing as my penis reacted inside the satin panties. That was something else I hadn't considered. What if the skirt was a bit too tight and showed me if I got an erection while outside. I was 18 at the time and inexplicable, unwanted erections were not unusual for me. I went back into the bathroom and dealt with it, feeling very strange standing there in bra, tights and panties, touching myself and thinking about Michelle. When I'd finished I pulled the panties and tights back up round my waist and went back to the bedroom. I removed the skirt and a sweater from the bag. It was cold but not freezing at this time of year so I had bought a white, thick cable-knit women's jumper and a matching woollen knit skirt. I stepped into the skirt and tugged it up round my hips. I fastened the button and zipped the skirt closed, smoothing it down round my things and tugging the hem down as far as it would go, which was not far enough to make me feel comfortable. Not that I would have felt comfortable in a longer skirt, just less exposed. I pulled the jumper over my head and smoothed it down over my body, looking down and seeing the padded bra pushing the front of it out. The sweater was tight enough to be almost described as 'figure hugging' and clearly showed my fake breasts, making me look more feminine. I stood there for a few more minutes, staring wonderingly down at my body. Except it wasn't my body. My body would be wearing jeans and a T-shirt, not a tight-ish girl's sweater with breasts, a skirt and pretty, nylon encased smooth legs. It was so odd seeing a girl's body where mine should be that I nearly forgot how embarrassing this all was (even though nobody else could see me). I looked at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that. Not quite admiring myself but still shocked at the sight. Feeling almost voyeuristic at spending so long staring at a woman's body. I know the woman was me, and my face and hair gave that away, but it was something completely alien to any experiences so far in my life. I tore myself away from the mirror and sat at a dressing table in front of a mirror. Michelle had given me a makeup bag to use with some of her makeup. I had been practising so I knew what to do and could even manage to do it fairly well if I took it slowly and carefully. It was still only half past eleven so I knew I had an hour and a half to make sure I was properly presented as a young woman. I took a slightly damp sponge and used it to apply a small amount of foundation to my face. I had shaved well so didn't need much to feel confident that any stubble was covered. Next I applied powder. The brush she had given me was huge and actually felt quite nice on my face. I used the same brush to apply some blusher, only a small amount, enough to highlight my cheeks and subtly alter the shape of my face. Carefully I applied black mascara and eyeliner, careful not to overdo the eyeliner. Again, it was just to change the apparent shape of my face, not look like a tart on a night out. When that was done, I applied a bit of light brown eyeshadow to my upper lids. I made sure it was blended and matched on both eyes. Next came lipstick. I applied it, blotted, brushed powder over it then applied and blotted again. I pulled the wig from the bag. It was past shoulder length, dark brown, almost the same colour as my own hair and loosely curled so it would bounce as I moved. I had bought it from a fancy dress shop nearby and Michelle hadn't seen it so wouldn't be able to recognise me by my hair. I had a pair of clip on dangly earrings, which I attached to my ears after I'd brushed the wig out and settled it into place on my head. Looking in the mirror again, the full length one, not the dressing table one, I saw that I looked like a woman. I doubted that anybody would realise I was male just by looking at me. I was not overtly sexy but neither was I ugly or even plain. I looked kind of cute. I stood there for several more minutes, scrutinising myself from every possible angle, trying to reassure myself that as soon as I stepped out the door I wouldn't suddenly be harangued in the street by every passer by for being a lad in a skirt. I gave myself a squirt of body spray. I knew that I was going to be nervous and decided to buy a feminine body spray to hide any sweating through panic. A pair of low heeled court shoes, bought for me by Michelle, came out of the bag and I slipped them onto my feet and took a few practice steps round my grandparents' house. I also put on a pretty woman's watch. I put the few things I might need, a bit of cash, lipstick and so on in a small shoulder bag and tried to psyche myself up to go outside. I had purposely left the keys to the house with Michelle so that I would not be able to leave the house then come back in a panic and keep trying to leave, making myself more conspicuous. I would either be here when Michelle arrived and she would have won the bet because of me chickening out or I would be out dressed as a woman, waiting for her in the library. I glanced at my watch. 12:45. It would normally take me about five minutes to walk to the library but I guessed it would take me longer in the unfamiliar shoes and because of concentrating on trying to walk like a woman instead of striding along like a man. I must have stood just inside the front door for nearly half an hour, debating with myself whether or not to leave the house. I was so nervous about being outside trying to pass as a woman, even though I knew I looked feminine enough to get away with it. Finally, with a deep breath and not quite believing I was actually doing it, I opened the door, stepped out into the front garden and pulled the door closed behind me. I walked quickly up the garden path and on to the street. I turned towards the library and began to walk, forcing myself to get out in public so there was nothing I could do about it and to stop myself trying to hide behind bushes or stay out of sight. I had been walking for five minutes before I calmed down enough to notice the new sensations I was experiencing. My legs were so weak I was surprised I could walk at all. It was only after several people had passed me on the street without giving me a second glance that I stopped panicking so much and concentrated on trying to walk like a woman. I was looking carefully at other women on the high street and trying to copy the way they moved. I could feel my hairless legs, cold but not unpleasantly so rubbing against each other through my sheer nylons. I could feel the wintry breeze blowing up inside my skirt, again not unpleasantly cold and strangely sensuous. When I realised that hardly anybody was paying me the slightest attention (and those that did were mostly looking at my legs) I began to calm down further. I still felt scared at being exposed as a man and embarrassed at being out in public in a skirt but it also felt like a disguise (which it was I guess). It felt like a mask, almost like a shield, something that hid me away from public view. I had always been fairly insecure and I guess this appealed to me in the same way that some people do not like being seen without their glasses or makeup. My panic had mostly vanished by the time I reached the library but it returned as soon as I entered. Inside there were less people so I was likely to stand out more than I did on a crowded high street. Fortunately I was still not attracting very much attention. I found a book and a seat, which was on its own by a window. From the seat I could see virtually all of that floor of the library so I sat down, crossed my legs as I had seen women do, smoothed down my skirt and opened my book. I kept an eye on the time and when it went past 1:30 I kept looking about to see if I could spot Michelle. I noticed that every time I looked up there was a man in his forties sitting nearby who was looking at me. He turned away every time I looked up. I began to panic again, sure that he had seen through my disguise and was about to come over and shout at me for being a freak or something. I was so relieved when I finally spotted Michelle wandering round the library, looking around. Grinning to myself I was careful not to look straight at her or make eye contact, trying to look like a young lady sitting reading her book. Michelle soon wandered off to check the other floors. Next time she passed she looked at me with a bit more concentration but I pretended not to notice and she walked away again. The third time she came past I made eye contact as she checked me out and blew her a quick kiss. She looked shocked and came rushing over to me, staring intently at my face. "Wow!" she whispered. "I was wondering if that was you but even though I was looking for a woman who looked like you, I still thought I must have been mistaken. You look so different." Nobody was watching so she gave me a quick kiss. She sat down next to me and we chatted for a short while. She was impressed that I looked so different and I told her about the man who had been looking at me. Michelle looked over and saw him staring again. She grinned and told me that he was obviously checking my legs out. She looked down at them herself and exclaimed (a bit more loudly than I was comfortable with), "You shaved your legs! I can't believe you did that for me!" "Shh!" I looked around to see if anyone had heard. Michelle clapped her hands over her mouth, "Sorry, Don... erm... Donna," she apologised. Michelle reached her hand out then stopped. She looked at me and there was a twinkle in her eyes as she said, "Your legs look great in short skirt and tights. I really want to touch them to see how they feel. I'd better not though. Not in public." "So I won the bet then?" I asked. "Oh yes! I didn't recognise you even though I was looking for you and knew you would be dressed as a woman. If you'd walked past me in the street looking like that I wouldn't even have noticed you." "Excellent," I grinned, "I saw just the dress for you to wear when we go out shopping then." I'd seen a particularly nasty seventies brightly coloured dress while looking in charity shops for my skirt and sweater. I had bought it just in case I won this bet. "Can we go now Michelle?" I asked, "I'm feeling very embarrassed sitting here in a skirt." "Not yet, Donna. I brought some college work with me. I need to find a couple of books here and do a bit of work then we can go. You can sit and keep me company while I work." "But... I know. Give me the keys to my grandparents' house and I'll go get changed while you work and meet you back here." She rummaged in her bag and looked sheepish. "Sorry. I think I left them on the telephone table at your grandparents' place." "What? Oh no! What will they say when they get back and find my clothes there with a bag of makeup and everything?" "Don't worry. I took all that with me, it's in the car. There's only your clothes there and you can tell them you just popped in to get changed and forgot them." "But what am I supposed to wear?" "We can go back to my place. My parents won't be back until tomorrow and you won't be leaving until late anyway. You'll get back home after your parents have gone to bed and can sneak in without being seen." That was true at least. The last bus from her place wouldn't get me home until after one in the morning. Dammit though, I was stuck in a skirt and really didn't want to be. We went to a different section of the library and Michelle found the books she wanted and began her college work. I sat next to her at the table, reading the book I had picked up. We were in a much more secluded part of the library and we risked a passionate kiss which fortunately didn't smudge either of our lipsticks too much. Michelle's hand crept onto my thigh as we sat there and she caressed my smooth skin through the nylon. I gasped slightly at the feeling and began to get hard in my skirt. Michelle obviously enjoyed how my leg felt as her hand crept upwards until her fingers were between my legs and under the hem of the skirt. She looked at me wide eyed as she felt the panties and the erection inside them. "You like that then!" she giggled and I nodded. "It feels good for me to touch your legs as well, Donna. When we get home I'll touch them properly." Eventually we left to go back to her house. As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, we were in each other's arms. We kissed for minutes, enjoying the feeling of our painted lips together. Michelle's hand was touching my thighs and rucking my skirt up as I often did to her. It wasn't long before we were in bed together, giving each other pleasure. We didn't even stop to undress properly and were both still wearing our bras. When we finished, Michelle found something else for me to wear, one of her dresses. Before selecting it, she convinced me to try on a bridesmaid dress she had from the year before (it was a gorgeous dark blue, Thai silk dress which looked incredibly sexy on her. She also talked, me into trying her old school uniform. The dress I ended up wearing was a lilac, jersey mini dress, which looked great on her but less great on me due to the tightness making it obvious that I was not female! We sat watching TV, talking, eating until it was nearing the time for me to leave. I changed back into the skirt and sweater I had worn to the library and touched up my makeup. We kissed some more before I left to catch my bus. Fortunately the bus was virtually empty and again, nobody seemed to pay much attention to me. Even more fortunately, my parents were asleep when I got home. I got undressed and put a bathrobe on and went to wash the makeup off. It was only as I was leaving the bathroom that I realised my smooth legs were visible below the hem of the robe. It made me realise that I would have to be careful about what I wore for a while until the hair grew back. It didn't make me realise that Michelle would talk me into shaving my legs fairly often and even wanting to do it for me in the bath. But that's all a whole different set of stories. The End

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I hated using the library computers, but my hard drive crashed, my roommate was out of town with his laptop, and I was in a jam needing to get an assignment printed for a morning class. I was normally pretty good with them but was having a formatting issue and couldn’t find the right menu option to turn it off and change it back to what I wanted. God, this was frustrating! This cute little thing next to me asked if I needed help. Of course, I did, but I wouldn’t admit it. Typical male. So, she...

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Tales Of Androgyny

If you have ever played a turn-based RPG and thought to yourself, “this, but with chicks with dicks,” first of all, splash some cold fucking water on your face. After that, consider yourself a porn prophet of debauchery, because that’s exactly the kind of game you are going to find in Tales of Androgyny. You won’t find any teenage male heroes here like in your favorite animes. This is all about exploring a world full of androgynies people that are as horny as they are hung.Before you jump into...

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I didn't mean to be locked up in the library that night. It was the night before a major essay was due to be handed in, and the only books available to provide the answers were the kind you couldn't check out of the building. Fair enough, I shouldn't have left it so late, but I was fairly confident I could dash off the 1,000 words required within a few hours. So when I turned up at seven-ish, fresh from a post-football practice shower, I wasn't even rushed. And okay, call me a sports jock if...

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LIBRARY FANTASY SERIES The Making of S the Story

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The Library Rewrite Part 2

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THE LIBRARY: REWRITE, PART 2 by Bobbie Cabot - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I used to be a boy scout. Yeah, yeah, you can shut up now. The only reason I mention this is because of the ghost stories that we told around the campfire. No, we didn't roast weenies or marshmallows, but we DID tell stories. Stories about ghosts in the dark - scary-fun. But there's no fun if you...

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Home for Horny Monsters Book TwoChapter 2 The Library

Mike held the small sledgehammer in both hands, dubious that he would be able to strike another living being with it, much less a minotaur. Still, it was better than nothing, which made him feel a little bit better. Mike had debated purchasing a gun, but he knew next to nothing about them other than to point the long, skinny end at stuff you wanted to kill. His lack of education aside, Naia had warned him against such a purchase for the sole reason that she had no idea what other creatures...

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One Handed Tales 5 Sissy Chrissy Pressie

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Georgina in the library

9.37pm. The clockface of my watch stared back at me as I caught my breath. I was pretty sure all the way to the library immediately after training was not the requisite cool down that my coach expected, but this wasn’t the time for that. The glass doors of the library closed behind me. I had 23 minutes. I cursed my lecturer under my breath. Who gives an “open book” exam the next morning when the book is a restricted one that cannot be borrowed out from the library. What’s more, there was only...

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A Day at the Library

Copyright© 2002, Jack Spratt. ALL Rights Reserved Special thanks to Pete, the Old Fart 2018 for his expertise in re-editing and re-proofing. Winter was gripping Abbotsville. The days continued to get shorter and for some reason it seemed to be a hellva lot colder than in recent years. The current school year was well underway. I had an assignment that proved that all history teachers must use their summer vacations thinking up the shittiest projects for their students. There had to be a...

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Mares Tales Chapter 35

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The Library

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LIBRARY FANTASY SERIES The Making of S the Story

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Two Moms Two Sons 8 Sandra Finds Her Son In The Library

POV: Sandra"The library?" I asked, walking out the door. "How kinky, Pete? I just hope you're studying and not using your time to think about your hot mom," I muttered before a pause as I kept walking. "Oh, who am I kidding? I always want my handsome son thinking of me. I'm good whether we're just cuddling on the couch watching TV or you're fucking me from behind. There's nothing wrong with it when the sex is consequential. Holy shit," I moaned, prior to stopping, leaning against the...

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As the cold weather begins to roll in I find myself spending more and more time in the library because…well I love books and I love to read and you never know who you will meet but there are always bound to be intelligent good natured people. In this particular library I was browsing away one day when I spotted her for the first time. I could not take my eyes off of her as she seemed like a goddess to me. She had just begun to work at the library and I would find myself spending lots of time...

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A Chance Meeting at the Library

It was going to be a long day, as Saturdays usually were. The weather was beautiful outside, which made me all the more bitter for being stuck at work. Library patrons always seemed more demanding on Saturday afternoons and doubly so on nice ones. They'd simply wave and beckon on me to attend to their needs. A dude has a to have a pretty strong stomach to deal with some of these people. The homeless people and the whores are always hooking up in this place. Saturdays are different, though. The...

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The Library Crawl

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The Library

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Bawdy Tales of Old London Town

Introduction.Here we are. You and I. Together in this special place out of the rain.The dusty air is thick with the aroma of storytelling as we make our way between row upon row of well-thumbed books that pack each straining shelf to the heavens.Book upon book stuffed with tales both fact and fiction. At the end of each row is a sign revealing the nature of these tales for the inquisitive to peruse. The theme for this particular row says "Victoriana - Fiction from a golden age."Wandering...

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It doesn’t matter what you were doing before, but when you blinked, you were suddenly in the back of a bookstore. You know this bookstore, it’s the one closest to your house, and you’ve been to it plenty of times, though not often in this section, the children’s section. “What am I doing here?” You ask aloud, looking outside the window to discover it was the middle of the night. That’s when you remember the last thing you were doing was going to bed, and just as you were closing your eyes, you...

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I'm a freshman in a college in a small town. I'm 5'10" and 125 pounds. I have long, deep red hair that I wear straight and I have a kind of "alternative/scene" style. I also have perky 34B tits and a perky round ass. At my school the library has four floors and a basement. Not very many people go to any floor but the main one. There is a rumor that guys like to go to one of the empty floors and masturbate at one of the tables. There are lots of shelves so all the tables are pretty private....

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Silence in the Library

Mr. Tyler wasn’t really the type for studying. He had never really got the grades that his parents were expecting; and even they were low. The only thing that mattered to him was PE. Looking and feeling great in life were his only aims. And you could tell too. He has a slim but toned build to him, which is normally concealed by colourful hoodies. Face was clean and tanned with a slight blush, with an equally toned neck and shoulders. Hair was always consistently black and spiked in the same...

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The Library Crawl

She didn't look crazy—in fact, she looked the opposite of crazy, if there was such a thing, although it was true she didn't look the way she normally did. At the moment, to the casual observer Patti might easily be mistaken for a librarian: her dark hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head and she had on glasses and no make-up, and she was dressed in a long, conservatively-cut leather jacket that came almost to her knees. The black high heels might have seemed a little out of...

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The Library Crawl

I must be crazy , Patti thought to herself. She didn’t look crazy. In fact, she looked the opposite of crazy, if there was such a thing, although it was true she didn’t look the way she normally did. At the moment, to the casual observer Patti might easily be mistaken for a librarian: her dark hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head, and she had on glasses and no make-up, and she was dressed in a long, conservatively-cut leather jacket that came almost to her knees. The black high...

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Silence in the Library

Introduction: Read the signs. You never know whats happening underneath them… This wasnt how Charlie Tyler wanted to spend his Friday evening. When all of his friends were in town partying like there was no tomorrow, he was forced to stay at home and study. Mr. Tyler wasnt really the type for studying. He had never really got the grades that his parents were expecting, and even they were low. The only thing that mattered to him was PE. Looking and feeling great in life were his only aims. And...

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School Library Fuck Rob

One of my best friends when I was at high school, in particular during my sixth form years, was a boy called Rob. He had his fair share of hurdles to overcome, having fallen from a second storey window at the age of two and having a disability called Charcot Marie-Tooth. He argued that his problems created more positives than negatives and without question, I was drawn to him by his positive attitude and determination. He could walk short distances, although his balance was poor, falling over...

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The Library Crawl

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Licked out in the library

This story is from my first year in college, in the days when I was seeing Gemma. Back then I was still to have my first experience with a guy, but Gemma and I were in each other’s panties at every opportunity. Gemma, for those who haven’t read any of my stories is a half Japanese cutie, with long black hair and big brown eyes. She is a little taller than me but with very pert small boobs and a juicy peach of a bum. I was almost as booby as I am now, but being 17 I was still developing. On this...

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Erotic sex in college library

During the second year of my graduation, I was writing a paper. I often spent my day in the Library, surfing through books and reading on the internet. The Library wasn’t a popular space in our college. It was a gloomy two-story building in one corner of the campus. We also had a separate student space. People generally used it instead of the Library. It was at the college’s centre and just beside the canteen. It was almost two weeks since I had started spending more time in the Library. During...

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One Night in the Library

I locked the library door and turned off all but the security lights. The rest of the library’s staff had gone home and the library itself would be closed until Monday. That left me alone with the building all to myself. No one would even know I was there.Returning to my office, I retrieved the key to the rare books room in the library basement. One of the privileges of being the Public Services Librarian was control of that key. Really, there wasn’t much of extreme value in there but someone...

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A Birthday party for two in the library

I was studying at college. It was my seventeenth birthday. I have a crush on Sandra and she had dismissed my many attempts to date her. She was older than me and preferred the older guys who had money to take her places and buy her cocktails in clubs. She looked great in street clothes and you would think she was at least twenty one. She had the best tits of any girl in the school. It was during a science class she was paired with me. We were in the back row in the science lab when she said to...

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The Man in the Library

With my child heading back to school after the holidays I figured today would be the perfect day to get out and enjoy some alone time. I don’t think I would have kept my sanity any longer if I had to endure cooking another huge feast or heard the word mommy one more time. I chose my favorite yellow dress but quickly wondered if this would be a good choice after seeing the grey skies and drab scenery of puddles lining the road. Since the library was just up the street I decided what the hell...

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Library guy

I needed new books so I decided to get my ass out for once and go to the library. I guess for the geek that I was, it was pretty normal to feel at home in a library, I headed to the science fiction books section, they were my favourite, it didn’t take me long to find a couple of books I wanted to read. As I was walking back between the shelves, my eyes locked on the coolest guy I’ve ever seen, he must have been about 6 feet tall, about 20 years old with nice curly red hair, his athletic figure...

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Library Check Out

by BrettJ © 2013 For the first time in years, I am going back to revisit some characters from my early work on LIT. Those who are new to my work my want to read the stories ‘Library Loving’ and ‘Reward for a Job Well Done’ to get a full understanding of this story, although I think it stands on its own. As always, thanks for your support. ~~BrettJ Arleigh Madison tried to keep from crying as everyone wished her good luck on her new job and said her good-byes. She had been at the library for...

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A Birthday party for two in the library

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