Between Books and Secrets The bookstore was silent, the smell of old paper mixed with the soft aroma of coffee that was cooling beside me. I had come to escape the outside world, but now, lost among the shelves, I felt something different take over me. The space was small, discreet. No one passed through the narrow hallways, and the idea of being there, surrounded by stories but living my own, sent a shiver down my spine. My breathing became slower, deeper. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, but what I wanted to touch wasn't there. My body was already awake, hungry for something that only I could give myself. I leaned against the bookshelf, feeling my heart race as my mind drifted into fantasy. The danger of being seen made it all the more exciting. The pleasure was rising quickly, and the adrenaline was running wild as I lost myself in the moment, enjoying every second as if it were a forbidden secret. And there, between pages and whispers, my body found exactly what it was looking for. #blonde
ademiraro You drive me crazy when you stay in this position ....