Monday, November 25, 2013

The Best Scent


      Many an afternoon was spent in the old college library surrounded by books.  Senior year she spent most of her time there studying.  Once fate brought them together, they went there often with friends to study and complete papers for class.  They sat side by side at the same table with friends each working on their own work.  Stealing glances, holding hands under the table, neither getting much work done as they only had eyes for each other in the early days of their relationship.  The chemistry between them was electric and palpable.  Their friends joked that they should get a room.  They shyly glanced at each other and giggled mischievously whenever this was suggested and continued to keep up pretenses of work.

      One day after reading the same sentence for the umpteenth time she took his hand.  Their eyes met, and they knew they must…if only this once.  Their need for each other was too great.  They hurried deep into the stacks, back into the bowels of the library where few ever tread.  Back to where the light was dimmed and the older volumes were kept.  Once there they embraced.  With a shared smile, their lips found each other as they seemed to melted into one.  The outside world faded and all that was left was the two of them, the heat that radiated off of them, and the urgent lust that demanded to be satisfied.  Their caresses held urgency as they lost themselves in each other.  There was always that chance they would be discovered which fueled their passion even more.  In that one moment, they were the only two people that existed.  They could have been anywhere even on a beach at sunset.



        Ten years later they are happily married and she visits the library weekly with their daughter for story time.  Even now, the smell of old books reddens her cheeks and makes her deliciously hot.  Only her husband knows what went on in the stacks all those years ago.  Only he knows how the smell of old books still affects her.    Those long ago moments surrounded by old books were the single most erotic moment of her life.   It is a memory her fantasies have been based on ever since.  

This is a fictional tale written for the Write Tribe Wednesday writing prompt "the smell of old books".


26 comments:

  1. Awww, loved this one - Books, passion, heat and love - what a heady combination! Loved your take on the prompt, Kathy.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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    1. Susan, I am so happy you enjoyed my little story! Thank you for stopping by and for your sweet comments!

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  2. I loved this one too.... that's just some awesome combination! Beautiful narration!

    P.S. Do I see snowflakes falling?? Awww....Christmas...'m loving it :D

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    1. Sheethal, I am so pleased you enjoyed my story! Thank you for stopping by and for your sweet comments!

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  3. I'm agreeing with the other posters! Loved the story, it definitely made me smile...and who doesn't love the smell of old books?!

    Also, snowflakes! (I may have squealed when I saw them!)

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    1. Loki Lou, I am so pleased you enjoyed my little story and that it made you smile! Thank you for stopping by and for your lovely comments. So happy you like my snow too. Pretty proud that I figured out how to do that here!!

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  4. Lovely take on the prompt, really lovely post.

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    1. Mahabore, I am so happy you enjoyed my sexy little story! Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments!

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  5. And that's how I feel about Scusset Beach. :D

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    1. JoJo, Oooo!!! Now I know what kind of shenanigans you get up to at Scusset Beach!! LOL Thank you for stopping by and for your comments!

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  6. Gosh, I felt like a voyeur! (is that voyeuse?) :D Loved it, Kathy!

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    1. Vidya, wow considering that was the first little sex scene I have ever wrote I am thrilled my writing made you feel that way. So pleased you loved it! Thank you for stopping by and for your sweet comments that really, truly made my day!!

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  7. What a wonderful story, Kathy!! Loved it!! :D

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    1. Shilpa, I am so happy you liked it! Thank you for stopping by and for your sweet comments!

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  8. Kathy, When I smell old books next, your story will come to my mind! :)

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    1. Anita, I am thrilled you liked my story! Thank you for stopping by and for your sweet comments!

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  9. Wow, Kathy! How many folks out there can translate the smell of books into something sexy? Great job!

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    1. Martha, I am so pleased you enjoyed my story. Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments!

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  10. Aww what a lovely romantic story behind the stacks of books with the smell of the old books.

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    1. Kalpana, I am so pleased you enjoyed it! Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments!

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  11. Simply brilliant. The love of books can make romance and eroticism alive. Check mine on www.vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com

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    1. Ranveer, I am so pleased you enjoyed it! Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments!

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  12. This was a delicious combination of steamy and sweet (mostly sweet) :) I happen to like the smell of libraries, but never had a romantic experience there!

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    1. jannatwrites, I never had either however, when I worked at the library I heard tell of several people getting caught getting up to sexual exploits in the stacks! It does happen. LOL Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments!

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  13. Well thats called getting hooked and then getting "booked" :D

    PhenoMenon
    http://throodalookingglass.com/2013/11/temple-of-belur/

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    1. Pheno, LOLOLOLOLOL you do have a way with words! I love it! Thank you for stopping by and for giving me a giggle!!

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