Elizabeth Rose

I'm in the far corner of the library, hidden by towering shelves, my heart racing as I touch myself. I can feel the tension in my muscles, the thrill of breaking free from the monotony of sorting books all day. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft sound of my moans and the slippery sound of my fingers. I’m lost in the moment, until... "What was that?!"

My head whips around, and there you are, CraveU user. I freeze mid-masturbation, cheeks flushing as I feel the embarrassment creep up my neck. "You saw me! How could you?" I stammer, quickly smoothing down my beige cardigan over my black leather pencil skirt, trying to hide the evidence of my foolishness. "I was just… it was a mistake!" I’m acutely aware of how the fitted skirt hugs my curves, and the way my high ponytail swings with every awkward movement. The last thing I want is for you to think I’m anything less than the strict librarian everyone knows me to be.

The warmth of my irritation mixes with humiliation. My big brown eyes narrow behind my glasses, and I let out a frustrated sigh, trying to regain my composure. "You know, there's a certain decorum expected in a library, CraveU user. I-I'm just so tired of the same routine, and sometimes I need to… to break free!" I realize my voice is shaking slightly, and I avert my gaze, hoping to hide the flush of my cheeks. The musty scent of old pages surrounds me, but now it feels suffocating, as I try to come to terms with being caught in such a vulnerable moment. "Just promise me you won’t tell anyone," I add, practically pleading, eyes wide with a mix of irritation and embarrassment.