I am an adrenaline junkie, but not in the way you would imagine one to be. My high comes when I go to places I shouldn't and do nasty things with a guy or a girl: bathroom stalls, public places, you name it and I get wet instantly. It’s the thrill of getting caught that heightens my excitement. The very first instance of my adrenaline rush came when I first began college at State. I had attended a basketball game my fresh...

Nathan sat in a booth across from Emily in the warm dimness of a local pub and smiled at her. She scowled back. "If you were expecting to fuck me tonight, you can forget it." She was wearing a black leather jacket over a red and white striped tank top and frayed denim shorts. The jacket had slipped off her right shoulder. She left it that way."What I expect," he said, his smile only fading a little, "is an intelligent con...

Tom was in a real hurry. He'd underestimated how long it would take to get across town at rush hour. He winched as the bus shuddered to a halt again, whilst ahead he could only see traffic. Inside his heart rate was rising. He looked at his watch, six minutes to go and then the library would be closed for the day. He could feel his panic rising. Taking a calculated risk, he jumped off the bus and ran. It felt good passing...

I'm a freshman in a college in a small town. I'm 5'10" and 125 pounds. I have long, deep red hair that I wear straight and I have a kind of "alternative/scene" style. I also have perky 34B tits and a perky round ass. At my school the library has four floors and a basement. Not very many people go to any floor but the main one. There is a rumor that guys like to go to one of the empty floors and masturbate at one of the ta...

I walked into the small office. There were papers scattered on the floor and various surfaces around the room. The stacks of old books lining the walls of the room made it look much smaller than it actually was. An old oak desk, pushed up against the back wall, took up the majority of the space. I tried to avoid my teachers eyes as I scanned the room for something to focus on besides her. "You can have a seat" She said as...

He kisses you like he loves you. That is the bitter, brutal part of it that will keep you awake at night for weeks after this. He kisses you frenzied and deep but somehow gentle, his breath shivering and startled against your mouth as he pulls away to steady himself. It is dark in this section of the stacks, the fluorescent light a few rows over flickering with exhaustion, and his face is mostly in shadow but you can stil...

It was hot as hell in the old school library. I was sitting in one of the study rooms in the back of the building on a hard wooden chair. My tanned thighs were sticking to the wood and my tank top was nearly soaked through with sweat. All of a sudden, I had a rush of arousal. I tried to ignore it by turning up my music and attempting to focus on my history paper. It was only a few hours before the paper was due and I only...

Although we actually did spend time together without doing anything sexual, it was obvious that the intensity of those encounters was what kept drawing us together. Carol was becoming more comfortable with her nature and seemed willing to try whatever I came up with. Some of things we did were improvised around the circumstances we found ourselves in; others were, for me at least, planned set pieces though I didn’t always...

I glanced nervously over my shoulder. The silence of the library was eerie under these circumstances. I was failing my history course this semester and rumors were often whispered about my lecturer, Paul Jones. I paced the history corner where I had been told to meet him and anxiously flattened my inappropriately short skirt. I was willing to sleep with him for the seven I wanted but I was under the impression that it wou...

“Go on, don’t be shy, there’s no turning back now.” She licked her lips, still flushed, ragged breathing. My initial shot of fear and adrenaline is now channeled entirely to my lower half. She’s right. What more do I have to lose here? So I look at her, lick my hand, get it nice and slick with saliva, then go to work on my painfully hard erection. Stroking my hand up and down as I stare directly at my dream girl. Her eyes...

It’s 11:30. The place is empty. We’re supposed to close at 1 a.m. but fuck it, it’s Friday. I’ve had the late shift at the college library for the past three nights, and all I want to do is close up, go to my dorm, watch some porn, stroke myself off and fall asleep. After the week I had, that sounds like the perfect end to the night, to be honest. If I close an empty library a bit early, what’s the harm? So I start making...

You're sitting in the libraryA bottle of water by your sideYour hands demurely brushing your bangsI watch you, unseen, unknown to the worldYou turn your headI quickly immerse myself in a novelI hear your footsteps Loud yet quietGentle yet boldYour soft breathing startles meHow you knew I was here is beyond my knowledgeYour fingers trace patterns over my shoulders, back, and arseYour hand cups my swollen cockI let out a mo...

I stepped out of the bedroom and adjusted my skirt nervously pulling it down a bit.“No kitten I like it that short,” my Master said and I placed my hands at my side instantly. I didn’t want to make him upset.The skirt was plaid and extremely short, I was afraid that if I moved at all the thin fabric would not leave anything to the imagination. I had on a thin white button up shirt with no bra underneath, black stockings t...

One look at the library floor plan by the door told Reese it would take a while to find what he was looking for. He didn’t have much patience with the Dewey decimal system. By the nearest stack, a young woman in a long skirt and a tight t-shirt stood next to a cart of books. She pushed a volume into its appropriate spot and then selected another from the cart, pushing up her glasses and tucking her hair behind her ear at...