You follow closely behind the voluptuous librarian as she walks down the hall that leads to her domain- the book stacks. She’s been dominating your dreams as of late. You just cannot seem to get her off your mind.
Your eyes fixate on her heart-shaped ass as it sways from side to side in time to the ‘clack, clack, clack,’ of her black Louboutin‘s. The sound of her heels hitting the tiled floor echo throughout the corridor and send a shiver up your spine. The flash of red sole that precedes each step she takes, intrigues you. This is no ordinary librarian.
Your eyes linger on the thin lines that run up the back of her stockings and disappear beneath her short black skirt. You long to run your tongue along those lines; to finally arrive at the apex of those beautiful, long, lithe legs. You want to discover the divine secret just beyond the hem of that tempting black skirt. You can almost hear the faint ‘whoosh’ of the fabric as it slowly slides up her milky white thighs to reward you with a glimpse of her lacy stocking tops.
The librarian’s messy topknot of platinum colored curls gleam like a halo under the overhead light. However, she’s no Angel. Some random flaxen spirals cascade down her back, and lightly brush against the thin skin of her beautifully pale neck.
You close your eyes and imagine yourself feverishly pushing her up against the stacks. You quickly place your hand at the small of her back and pull her leg up to your hip as you lean in to lightly place your lips against the graceful curve of her neck.
You Nibble on her pale flesh as you release that lush, silky hair and run your fingers through it. You visualize her shuddering against your body as her unbuttoned ivory blouse glides down her pale arms. Your lips brush against her lovely collar bone and you trail wet kisses down to the top of her heaving breasts.
The ruckus ahead effectively ends your fantasy.
Your eyes snap open to find that the librarian has dropped all the books she’d been cradling against her ample bosom. You watch as she sinks down into a crouch, and you’re finally rewarded with a ‘true’ glimpse of those lacy stocking tops.
You watch for a moment as the librarian frantically gathers her books into a pile; then rush to her aid and crouch down in front of her to help her collect the multitude of books.
“Oh God! I’m so embarrassed.” The apples of her cheeks flush a healthy crimson. “Thank you so much for stopping to help me.” She avoids making eye contact with you as her long, french-tipped, fingers quickly grasp another book’s binding and place it on top of the stack.
“Not a problem.” You reply as the title of the book you hold in your hand catches your eye, Kama Sutra. Interested, you raise an eyebrow and set the book upon the stack.
The librarian’s spicy scent wafts into your nostrils, and your eyes slowly roam her voluptuous curves. As she leans over to grab another book from the floor, her silk blouse billows out just enough to allow you an uninterrupted view of her generous, creamy white, cleavage. The pale, pink, lace of her bra barely covers the pink, puckered flesh of her erect nipples. You lick your lips in anticipation as your eyes slowly roll up to meet hers.
Her secretary glasses sit precariously atop the bridge of her nose. Her eyes dart to the book you’d just set on the stack. Her pale face, once again, flushes a beautiful, healthy crimson.
Her lapis lazuli eyes rimmed with thick, dark, lacy eyelashes slowly raise to meet yours. A demure smile curls the librarian’s painted crimson lips as she gently places the final book upon the stack.
Now, if I’ve done my job well as a writer, I’ve stirred the feeling of lust within you. I’ve made you want this woman. Or, more particularly, want the ‘feelings’ this scene incites. I think I’ve painted the picture fairly well. Whether you’re male or female, you’ve probably continued to visualize the scene I’ve set above.
You’re probably visualizing helping the librarian with her books; then rushing her into the nearest abandoned study space, bending her over the desk, and tearing through her panties. Maybe you’ve even visualized lifting and setting her heart-shaped bottom upon the desk; those long legs wrap around yours as she gazes into your eyes, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
Either way works 😉
In your mind’s eye, you’re pushing her skirt over her hips and discovering whether or not her panties match the pale pink bra that I allowed you to glimpse earlier. Or better yet, you’re wondering whether the carpet matches the drapes … or whether she has any carpet at all.
You don’t wanna know her name.
You don’t wanna talk to her.
You don’t wanna know what makes her tick (unless it furthers your cause).
You don’t wanna cuddle after you fuck her senseless.
And you sure as hell do NOT wanna be her friend- however, you will gladly jot down her phone number … you know, just in case you want to make like a pirate and ‘plunder that booty’ again. 😉
All of the descriptions above are the epitome of lust. It’s really fun to write about!
Lust is listed as one of the seven deadly sins. Not a single one of us can say we’ve never commited that sin. I know I have …
Believe it or not, lust can lead to love. There is no such thing as ‘love at first sight, ‘ only ‘lust at first sight.’ It’s that initial attraction to your significant other. What drew you to him/her?
Lust slowly fades as the ‘real person’ surfaces- hopefully lust never leaves completely. Afterall, lust does help to fuel your fire. Pure lust is based on outward appearances …your attraction to the person, a fantasy you have of them.
Then comes the stage in a relationship where you don those ‘rose-colored’ glasses. The stage in a relationship where the object of your affections ‘can do no wrong.’
Real love is not based idealization or projection. It requires time to get to know each other. Love requires hard work. Give and take. Honesty. Communication. Embracing the other person’s imperfections. Love is never ‘Wham bam, thank you ma’am.’ No, uh uh, love sticks with you, and permeates your very heart and soul. It’s definitely not quick and dirty … that’s lust.
When you’re in love …
You want to spend quality time with that person.
You want to get lost in conversation and forget about the hours passing.
You want to honestly listen to each other’s feelings.
You want make each other happy.
You want to meet their family and friends and introduce them to your own.
You may even imagine what your children will look like.
That special someone motivates you to be a better person.
You can see yourself spending the rest of your life with them.
More often than not, this person is your best friend as well as your lover. They know what makes you tick. They can read your moods- or they try to ;). They love everything about you, imperfections and all. You are the center of their universe.
In my opinion, love is much a much harder subject to write about. However, it can be done. I intend to tackle this subject as a writer … someday. Someday very soon.
I would be a horrible wife and best friend if I didn’t share the song my husband and I danced to at our wedding, our song. To me, this is love. Feel free to give it a listen and see if you don’t agree with me.
I will leave you all with a question. Please feel free to answer it in the comments section of this post. I’d love to hear your answers or even just read your comments on what I’ve written above.
What is the difference between love and lust to you?
Enjoy visualizing what happens next in the scene I wrote for you 😉
Until next time …
J. Marie Ravenshaw