Desire

Ok. I am at Uni. I am stuck in a sick relationship with my partner, and we just can't end it.

A day. Library. London central. Full of people. A nice girl sat next to me. She was so beautiful, red haired and harmonic body. She smiled me when arriving. She was wearing a skirt and had sexy tights. I couldn't help looking at her. She smiled me again.
I felt deep desires.

Then, she removed her shoes. It was a cold sunny morning of a certain day. Winter. A smell, not bad at all, appeared in the air. Or maybe it was just me who felt it. It was like the beginning of the sweating. Her sweating. Not bad at all, but sexy!

Then, it was just my imagination. I just stopped revising and my desires began to rise. I couldn't hide my pants. I didn't know if she saw me, I don't think so. I repeat. Full library.
Looking at her was a relief, but a short one. I imagined me writing her a message. Inviting her to go out. Finding a place. Removing her tights, her underwear. Licking her. She holding her moans. Me licking her until I swallow a so-much-desired orgasm, and with it, my frustrations.
I imagined her to look at me then, without uttering a word. Smiling. Going back to our places in the library. And, if needed, repeat that routine as much as required. I didn't want to know her really (I mean, as something else than a stranger).
Then, I woke up. I had to go to the bathroom.
I still dream with me giving oral sex to that (whoever) stranger.

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