The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling… (Atonement, p. 136)
What if that library door wasn’t so thick? What if you could see us through the glass, fucking against the shelves? My hands on her waist as she clings to the librarian’s ladder, in a desperate attempt to keep herself upright. Calves straining, thighs braced and taut; a study in controlled kineticism.
What if we moved closer? So close that you could see the sweat gathering at the base of my spine, and glistening across her forehead. What if each jerky thrust of my hips into her mouth made you flinch and gasp, as if you could feel the impact on the back of your throat?
And if we moved closer still? What then?
What if everything was just a blur?
HUGE thanks to @teachershavesex, who not only proved to be an excellent house guest/drinking buddy this weekend, but also took these awesome, voyeuristic photos. She’s welcome to stay with us any time…