Grant me the Security
There are a variety of men employed at my library. Being the insatiable twat I am–I have, of course, analyzed each in an overtly sexual manner and on an occasion or two have perhaps tasted for myself the kind of men they are. I have a special affection for the security staff. Our saviors! I [...]
literary fantasy
I woke in such the best softest friskiest mood. I had one of those 5:22-7:18 dreams, in that awake lucid state, where the vision seems so real. I was with the most velvety girl. We were shy and awkward, she less than me, I tried to feign like I was an expert, and she let [...]
librarian daytrip #382
Thursday’s at the library are my worst day. We are always understaffed, but Thursday’s are the worst. The level of being overworked and the intense amount of public service required zap my usually sexy friskiness, like no other days do. When I find myself drifting into mean library woman mode, I try to step back [...]
deliberate slut
Still sick, but back to frisky, well according to those around me, so it must be true. So, what does this mean? I am ready to come out and play. Anyone wanna play? Saturday I found a quite willing playmate. He was a good “task master,” opposite from the ones I’ve played with before. I [...]
roots
Thinking about going to see this, The Good Old Naughty Days , tonight showing at SF’s infamous Red Vic. Couches and french vintage porn, hmmm, could be a good time. The films original intent were to be shown in the waiting lobby of French brothels. I guess to get the blood pumping. As a librarian [...]
chairs
The first day back to work from a vacation is always a bit rough, almost like you are starting the job all over, even though I have been there for a short lifetime. I felt loose, sort of like a child, stunned at my work environment, at just how fucking crazy it really is. Libraries [...]
The Librarian and the Photographer
My legs are as weak as my mind at this moment; my lower half, filled with waves pulsating like the mad ocean right before the full moon. He remains between my legs until I urge him to resurface, I am already fantasizing about how long he would have stayed there. When he does lift up, [...]
Mr. Science
I am sure I’ve mentioned what a colossal flirt I am and just how being so tends to make me a subtle whore. Well, yes this is where I have been for many days now–a big fucking flirt, so fun, but so fucking frisky. Anyway, last night being Tuesday I did not get to leave [...]
