I liked 2-weeks-ago’s theme better so I’m going to be a deviant and go with that one – silence.
When his fingers enter you, he’s rough and abrupt. You start to squeal because you didn’t expect it – he’d barely even gotten your pants down – but his other hand clamps over your mouth. Hard.
“Mmmpff–”
He’s shoved against your back, and you’re face to face with a copy of Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. You’re in a particularly unused corner of the library stacks, but still. No noise here. No telling how many students are hidden against the walls, hunched over piles of research, just looking for a distraction. The air around you is tense; compressed.
You close your eyes and bite on his fingers slightly when a third, then fourth, finger enters your copiously dripping cunt, and his hand starts rocking into you…
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Oh … don’t stop!!
I actually had a very similar experience, not witn Nimue but with another lover, long ago. It was a quiet afternoon deep in the stacks of a university library, and oral sex there led to a delicious evening in her apartment.
I think I’d be too paranoid to actually do that.
Except there’s a study-carrel in the stacks that LOCKS, so I’d be up for that if I can find a willing accomplice.