Some girls are just married to their books, novels and phones, always hugging or sleeping with a romance novel as guys like me lie in the cold of a large bed all alone and deserted, even the pillows run away and scatter themselves on the floor. It beats my understanding, how they live each day, married to the books, no partying, no church, just books.
I have been eyeing Joan for a month now, she has it all, I mean she has her perfectly fitting glasses, rightly placed hips a firm butt and flamboyant boobs. Joan is a reserved girl, who will say hello and get plugged right back onto her page of whatever romance she is reading.
When I approached her the first time last week, we had a toughly long conversation and I told her how I loved books and we set out to read Loretta Chase’s Lord of ‘Scoundrels’ and talk about it later that night. As she faced her book again, I could see a slight shimmer in her eyes, a glimmer of caged naughtiness and theoretical expertise. “I have to set that free”, I slowly said to myself.
Later that night, she came over to my place and I had just acquired a new bottle of wine from my ancestors, so I figured we would drink, read, and get over with it but she insisted that she could only drink if she was in the comfort of her room. You know that feeling of wanting to open a gift so bad, that’s the feeling I had that night.
I agreed to going too her place, my bottle in hand, protection in my jacket and the novel we were to discuss. When we got to Nana Hostels, I could tell she was cold so I gave her my jacket as she led me to her room. “What are these for?” she asked after her hands had romanced the condoms, I simply smiled and told her that they protected my jacket. She simply laughed and invited me into her room.
2 hours later, I was removing her glasses and lipstick respectively as I dramatically moved down her neck as I caressed her caged p*ssy. I wanted to get the naughty out of her, “Don’t stop” she tickled my manhood and what followed where moans of ecstasy.
