All women have their own fantasies, and as at Flair, we like to share, a reader tells us about her favorite little little pleasure, to savor alone or at 2. Charlotte, 21, shares her fantasy of making love in a library.
Charlotte, 21 ans, likes to take the time to have fun outside of his studies.
She ignites … For intelligent men and the smell of books.
She sometimes dreams … sex on his campus.
Like many things in my life, it starts between books. Not figuratively. Really between books, in the archives of the Faculty’s library, where air smells of dust, leather and something that only books of books like me can qualify as exciting: old paper. I am standing on a stepladder, more precisely on the third step, looking for a forgotten work on the mitochondrial evolution, when I hear steps approach. The door creaks.
“Is that what are you looking for?” A deep and slightly raucous voice sounded behind me a few seconds later. I turn around. He is there: Dan. Genius in biochemistry, and since we have been working together in the laboratory, also my sexy studies comrade … Brown loops, large glasses, always dressed in a t-shirt with any quote from any scientist. In other words: completely my style. In his hand: Molecular Mechanisms of Evolutionary Change. I smile timidly to hide my excitement to see it. He approaches and holds the book between us as an offering. Our fingers touch when I take it. My skin is starting to peck.
“I feel like you’re looking more than books here,” he says slowly. I do not answer, but I go down from the stepladder and stay in front of him. He is slightly smaller than me. I feel his breath in my neck. It drives me crazy. Even if I tremble on my legs, I lean forward and kiss her. He grabs me by the waist, attracts me to him and we find ourselves against the wooden library. Some dusty books fall to the ground.
We kiss fiercely and deeply, as always, simply because we are too excited to hold back a little bit. My fingers go up his t-shirt (today, it’s a Darwin t-shirt) and drag on her hot belly. His hands land on my hips. I remove my sweater, my bra slips on the side … He lets his fingers touch my collarbone, descends slowly, then even lower. He kisses me under the ear, while his hand disappears in my pants, between my legs. “You are wet”, he whispers.
“Biological reaction,” I said.
He smiles, kneels in front of me and opens my jeans. Without hesitation, he spreads my panties and looks at me as if he had just resolved an extremely difficult equation. ” I can? I nod before he even had time to finish his question. His lips touch me and he begins to caress me with his tongue, as if he adapted his rhythm to my breathing. I am looking for support against the library, but my legs continue to tremble like leaves, especially when the tip of his tongue begins to turn around my clitoris, before sinking deep into my vagina a few moments later. I want to moan, but I hold back. He licks me faster, more eagerly. And when I drop out and breathe the smell of old books, my head is racing.
“Oh dan, come on, make me enjoy!” »»
He looks up, wet lips, hungry gaze. “Oh, my God,” he stammered. “I love women who know what they want. »»
I lift it through its t-shirt, detach its belt and lower its pants. Its erection springs: thick, firm and thrilling with pleasure. Without thinking, I turn, spread my legs and bent my knees slightly. My nose is now almost glued to the library. When it penetrates me, deeply and fully, I push a long sigh. I feel filled, touched and taken in all places where it is so good. We move together, and although we are both proud of our brain, this is the only part of our body that we will not use for the next few minutes.
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