Dominated by the Librarian #1: 'Surrender to your Desire' (Male submission erotica)

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She had an hourglass shaped body and was curvy like a pin-up girl from a 1950ies calendar, with well - rounded breasts and nicely shaped ankles under her the boring knee-length tweed skirt.
    She was also, however , getting more and more irritated becau se I had n’t put the book back on its right place, and that only made her cuter.
    “Do you mind hurrying up a bit ? I don’t have the entire night, you know,” she said . T o emphasize her comment , she deliberately turned her wrist to look at her small golden watch.
    I looked around. The library was more and less closed . T he lights had been switched off at the end of the room without that I had noticed it , and the last of t he visitor s were just leaving. The automatic doors closed behind them , which meant that it was only the pretty little librarian and I left in the building .
    “Well,” I said teasingly and smiled down at her. “I have the entire night, if you know what I mean...”
    I usually don’t try to seduce tweed-dr essed librarian s , but she was without doubt quite app ealing with her red hair, tweed jacket , high heels and all.
     
    I t had been roughly three weeks since I had woken up in a dingy flat somewhere in Soho entangled with a sleeping and naked art student who didn’t look a day older than twenty after getting more than a little tipsy during an opening evening at a gallery.
    The web agency where I worked had been r esponsible for creating the website for the event , so naturally we had been invited to the opening evening together with a throng of other hipsters and trendy people , and one thing had led to the other . Seducing art students was really all too easy ; all you had to do was pretend to be inter ested in their art and not fall asleep when they discussed their inner meaning of their art.
    I had left the flat quietly, not even bothering leaving my phone number behind or to say hello to he r flatmate, who had given me a n icy and disapproving look on my way out .
    And it had been more than two month since Christine broke up with me. Christine had been my latest girlfriend , but i t had turned out that she had had a rather strict opinion about how much flirting a man could get away with and still call himself faithful. Not that I had been unfaithful, at least not in my opinion, although I guess it did n’ t look t o o pretty when she had found out that I had had a short fling with Josephine, one of the new trainees at work. However, she had refused to listen to my explanations and now I was single again.
    Not that I cared much , I concluded. I was free to do whatever I wanted now, and that included trying to seduc e the red-head librarian in front of me just for fun.
     
    “What do you say, darling?” I asked and smiled my most charming smile.
    I knew that a lot of women found me attractive. I was in good shape for being thirty- two years old, which was mostly a result of good genes and possibly that I worked out at least occasionally , and not my lousy diet or hectic life style . And it wasn’t really a disadvantaged of having large brown eyes for women to drown in. The rest: Designer branded clothes and expensive hair cuts came with the job, more or less. You couldn’ t work at a web agency in inner London without being a little bit vain.
    Still , I knew that I was fairly good-looking , and that when I wanted to I could be quite charismatic in a way that most women seemed to fall for.
    This time, however , it seemed not quite to work as well as it should .
    “I say ‘get hell out of my librar y ’ !’” she growled. Not really the response that I had hoped for, but God damn , she was even cute r now when she was getting cross ! Like a small hissing cat.
    “And if I refuse?” I raise d an eyebrow and smiled my best crooked smile , teasing her . It was impossible to resist playing with her a little. “ What are you going to do then?”
    “Please, sir. This is not funny anymore,” she said. “I must ask you to leave

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