Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
Ed's wife was late again. She was supposed to be waiting in front of the library at seven-thirty and here it was eight o'clock already. Another hour and the library would close for the night. He stubbed out his cigarette, locked the car, and headed towards the entrance of the Greenville Public Library.
"What a drag," he thought as he went inside to look for her. He checked out all three floors, going up and down all the aisles. Nothing. Not a sign of her. He was getting mad. Wasting all this time in a damn library looking for Janice when he could be home watching the football game on TV. They'd only been married a year and already he was getting tired of her. Always late, always waiting for his paycheck.
"Fuck me," he said, and sat in a small leather chair at the end of a long row of books. He decided to wait until the library closed. Then he'd find her out front and give her hell.
Never should have got married, he thought. Before the wedding he had money to burn. The bread he made as a welder at the Ogden Works gave him enough money to spend on fast chicks and fast cars. Back then he had his pick of women. Ed was good looking, had a good body, and was good in bed. And now he was trapped.
He thought about all the foxy chicks he used to take out. And then he thought about Janice. She was nice, but man, one chick all the time wasn't his idea of fun. Washed up at twenty-seven. What a way to go, he thought. Just fading away.
He sat in the chair reading a magazine for a while, getting madder at Janice every minute. His anger got so bad he found himself reading the same paragraph over and over while he thought about what he would do to her.
Then he saw something that made him forget all about Janice. A really young chick was coming down the aisle, wheeling a book cart in front of her. She parked the cart right next to a small stepladder. Ed looked her over. She was about twenty, maybe twenty-one. Her long red hair ran down her back in a ponytail. She wore a white blouse and it was tight. On her any blouse would be tight. Man, what a set of tits, he thought, and fastened his eyes onto them. She climbed up the ladder. Standing on the top step she reached way up and tried to return a book to the highest shelf. Her skirt rose up to her ass. Ed drank in her shapely black stockinged legs with his eyes and studied her firm round cheeks. He could see her skin sticking out of her panties. What a piece, he thought.
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