RS Ryder Erotica

relearning Tumblr, and noting this TBT thing. A little goodie from my old page written for a friend; reblog inspired by Soulflower 70

THE LIBRARIAN

no one would have ever suspected the librarian

no matter her mood’s edge or flashes of being a bit off the grid

her productivity was unmatched

her literary management was flawless

and when she was in her back office, her book cave, as it were

ordering and cataloguing and researching god knows what

keeping up with the demands of the surrounding academia

she was never to be disturbed without permission

this was her sweet silent sanctuary in the midst of ongoing semi-chaos

but with his first very curious inquiry

he was given permission to visit her there by appointment

 

 

one of those quiet but brilliant professors

always well dressed, rather shy, all too proper

hunting for some hard to find archival texts

some handwritten, some simply as ancient as museum fodder

but there was something about his face

no, maybe his deep set crystalline eyes

and his quietly boundless mind

that impelled her to invite him into her very private haven

from their very first contact

her outer reasoning was that the main hall

was much too distracting a din for this dense and intricate a topic

but inside, she found herself inexplicably drawn

to the oaken, dusty wisdom emanating from his soul

the natty grace in his tousled appearance

and something else about his rumpled elegance whispered to her

‘let me in, it will be worth every shining moment”

 

 

first meeting was all precise context

books and sources and theories and polite requests

but as she became entwined in his intriguing explorations

signing on as an accessory to his archaic plunder

and she led him to portals heretofore unconsidered

their minds began to shed formalities

and unabashedly, intellectually flirt with each other

she’d tentatively lift the skirt up on one of her own private philosophies 

of people and thought, illusions and reality

and he’d smile and stroke it lovingly as he stroked his chin

musing at the touch, the scent , the shape

of every whispered nuance of her radiant intelligence

excitement mounted on both fondled fronts

more visits were planned and deeply longed for

hands and shoulders would touch unconsciously in agreement

or in sharing a tome’s nakedly illuminating page

(though she indeed would feel the echo of each tingling brush in its wake

and she tried not to notice his big masculine hands

or to remember anything she’d heard about their portents)

 

but the day she found one of his precious treasures

and presented it to him upon his trumpeted arrival

he unthinkingly lifted her off the ground

and kissed her through the thrill of it all

then stopped when he saw her eyes hovering

waiting for him to do it again

he bumbled an apology

she placed one finger to his pensive lips

she smiled and very shyly asked “slower please?”

and so it began

they took care of literary business first and swiftly

then spent an eternity kissing and touching

in that first icebreaking hour

she sat in his lap like a little girl

smelling the forest rich scent of his woolen suit

and the sandalwood smoke oozing from his whirling mind

he pulled her in, drinking in the aroma of her lavender soul

and reveling in the softness that wriggled kisses into his forgotten skin

she was careful not to maul him too much too soon

after all he had a class to teach afterward

he traced his large fingertips thoughtfully about the luscious curves

of her full breasts through her shimmery blouse

gripping and tugging at her obvious piercings

as perking nodes swelled, betraying their unnatural addenda

she was shaking with fiery arousal from that gentle taunt alone

and she boldly placed his hand between her thighs

where to both of their surprise

a pool of feverlust had gathered

and when he pressed in softly

a rivulet ran down her inner thigh

she blushed a raw crimson wave from her curled toes to her hairline

she nearly melted when he oh so gentleman-like asked

“may I?’

“please” was all her shivery voice could manage

and before she knew it, she was moaning into the bitten wool

of his still donned suit’s coat

cumming before she ever thought she could

that made her blush even deeper

feeling like she was a little girl slut

and Daddy caught her in mid shameless masturbation

he licked a glistening finger and smiled

“you are as beautiful as you taste”

she shivered and curled into his strong shoulder

they kissed again deeply

her hand reaching downward to feel the oh so rigid pole

that had been nuzzling her bottom’s arcs

she grabbed it hard as she whispered “I want you”

before he could answer, she’d slid to her knees

unzipped and unleashed him

he was so beautiful, she thought

thick and long and perfect

and he tasted of grape and musk and mocha

as she slid his phallus head across her tongue’s palate

and now all she wanted was his cream

rolling down her lewd white throat

his long thick fingers were in her dark hair

and he was purring, she thought, in a low hum

she was ready to take him to the brink and swallow him whole

but as she moved back to look at her own tiny fist

wrapped about that demi-god’s cock

she begged quietly to have him inside her

she raised up and dropped her skirt to the floor

tugged her panties and tights to mid calf

he rose, full-fledged cock pointing the way

turned her to face her own desk

knelt for one long tongue-lapping taste of her

then stood and placed his swollen head at her breathless opening

his large hands held her hips poised to drive in hard

then as the gentleman would, he asked about the noise quotient

not wanting to cause her trouble 

but wanting deeply to cause her some raw savage ecstasy

she whispered “we must keep the noise down”

he sighed softly and laughed

“what?” she asked

“I so wanted to paddle these perfect orbs of yours…

perhaps next time…elsewhere”

her knees went weak wishing he could spank her feverishly and make her cry out

then fuck her ferally and make her scream for more

“y-yes”, she stuttered…”next time”

and with that, he pressed inward

and rode her gorgeous gripping, sopping cunt

to the edge of muffled reason

and as she fist-stuffed her mouth for her showering apogee

it tripped his own power pump release

and ever thoughtful, without protection

he sprayed those perfect moons he so longed to swat

showering her with a bucket of hungry cream

his own grunts projected into his woolen sleeve

his body jerking his hot pleasure

holding onto her hips lest he fall to the carpeted floor

“seems I’ve made a little mess” he grinned

as he rubbed some bawdy body cream into her flushed bashful skin

he knelt for one more taste of her sweet honey

then a lick of his spattered cream from her bottom

he pulled her up and kissed her

“I need to see you again… very soon, please”

she knelt, and deftly licked him clean and zipped him away

they kissed and straightened one another’s skewed carriages

“dinner tomorrow?” he asked politely

“please” she smiled “and… ahem…

we can defle my office again as an afternoon appetizer, if you’d like”

“I’d like” he said, as he kissed her hard

“must go, love…. more, very soon”

she reached back once he’d gone

to grab another taste of him from her derriere’s endless grin

she plopped into her slightly abused chair

thanked the gods of books for his presence

and purred at her sanctuary’s luscious new tainted glow