A silly, but kinky erotic comedy revolving around the friendship between three young librarians, that are prone to exploring their own sexuality and sensuality. The kind of story that holds a reader in suspense, for it is not known what will happen next, especially when the body heat is stating to rise. If the plot doesn't get your attention, landscape depiction might get into your soul.

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Their choice of languages was (and is) different, but their love for books is what brought them together and bounded them closely. Love for books made them friends. Books have that power, to bond people, to put them in a universe of words, a cosmos of imagination, where they can find small threads of colorful thoughts from which they can knit their own way of
thinking, their own worldview.
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When the female hand approached her legs, in the parts above the knee, she firstly felt slight fear, judgment, but then her blood started boiling, and her tights loosened; she felt freedom, she screamed "Freedom!" and led her body towards new, undiscovered light of pleasures.
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All she ever wanted to have is someone who would be able to understand her need of being the physically weaker part; her hearth desired a man with a strong, but not strict, personality. He never understood her little games in bed, never saw a full potential of Sandra's love for a tied arms, her need for helplessness.
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She felt like some eyes were behind her, waiting for the right moment to strike her with a death-beam that would pierce right through her skin, and muscles, even the bones. Not wanting to look behind again, she rushed into the house, and, while locking the door, she heard the same car sound she heard the same morning. The fear nested beneath her
skin, a slight shiver went from the toe to the nose, but then, an idea appeared in her always sharp mind. If she is being followed, as she fears, the last thing a creep, that follows her, would expect is being followed. The hunter becomes the pray.
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The beat was electrifying; her nerves did not only carry a bioelectric shock to her muscles, but also the rhythm to her ears, brain, and heart. She became one with the beat of trance, her body copied every sound wave that shook the club. Her cage became the sanctuary of the movement, shrine of the female curves becoming one with the music. She enjoyed the rhythm, it gave her orgasmic ecstasy; and the eyes of men absorbed every movement of hers as if their lives depended on them.
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She danced in their hands, her body was a wave of the restless ocean; every move she made electrified her tights that endured the storm of Victor's kisses. Her heart was beating in Javier's hands as he found the very essence of passion in the soft spot of her breasts. She felt the energy flowing through her, her skin sweating and becoming ever more feverish. Every breath, faster than the previous one, was enriched with high pitched moans. In one moment, it struck her mind, every muscle in her body, it turned black before her eyes – she knew the life was good.

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