If the Stacks Could Talk

A whispered sound... Up against the library stacks with no way out, she looked at the books that surrounded them. If it wasn't for aimlessly flirting, and her confession of having sworn off men, Teresa was sure Patrick wouldn't have her in this position. Where he was demonstrating just how much more a man could give than any sex-toy she'd used. Feeling as his lips graced her neck, and the way his hand caressed her inner thighs, her body sparked with a long forgotten yearning. A moan escaped her as his free hand gingerly played with her right earlobe. The gentle sweep of his fingertips, and her body was on fire as it had never been. Conflicted with her need to control her body's orgasms, would she stay true to her toys or allow Patrick full access to her body's desires? ...a whispered touch.