[MF] A late night librarian story with the utmost sexiest women I have ever been with. | 2016

Hello everyone my name is Ronald, and I am a black man who's 6"4. Now I am usually the shy type when it comes to dealing with women because I don't know how to talk to them most of the time. I lift weights a lot and deadlift now and then whilst I read politics and philosophy in my spare time. I work as a librarian and I engage in a lot of silence most of my life so what happened to me is a rare obscenity. My story is with a 28 year old women I met in my mid 30s.

So it's seven o'clock at night and I am just getting finished up at the library when I see this fit woman who's of a petite quality with glasses on. She has that benevolent beauty of vermilion hair that ought of the colour of the red wine at its most stillness. I ask her "late night, hey?" and she responds "yeah just reading this book, the communist manifesto by Karl Marx" and hereunto that moment I fell in a mist of lust for her, I had quotes running through my head "grab her by the pussy" as Trump's words dabbled through my thoughts, realising in that time of moment that I was so flustered by her. She asks me "are you the librarian?", I respond to that interrogative in a strong sense of declaration "yes, I am". I sit next to her and I forthwith my immediate consensus on her choice of reading, "I love that book, Karl marx is just great, and communism is undoubtedly so neglected by capitalism nowadays" as she responds "Awh yeah, it's quite a magnificent sadness that we must degrade one another because of their political beliefs". She stares at me and I stare at her, it was like gazing through the eyes of my favourite academic Aristotle when I see pictures of his statue on his written literature.

I put unto my hands on thus of her shoulder and she does the same. I gardyloo down her thighs to which she becomes hist in her movement then unto for which she grabs my ponderous of a cock and I enlighten her with my maugre of a style by through the usage of my fingers nearing the vagina. She asks me in a fiery Russian accent in respondent to the actions of mine "parfay my lost capitalist, puissant deeply with those fingers into my vagina with such pursuant ruth of a lusting kindness". So nary I am thinking, as I encapsulated her vagina with my fingering ability to which currently she stills at my motions and expresses feelings of delight by the moaning of such words of pleasantry emotion, "Oh god, capitalists, I see why communism was so eager to follow into the steps of the more productive and forth wright economic system" as I continue to up march my efforts by the rubbing of the clitoris of hers, locale to the north of her vagina. I respond to her "Oh darling, you hither in that communist book but you have endeavoured into the lapses of capitalism, let me show you the depths of what striking competitive behaviour brings you, the best" as I pull out my huge black mildness of a penis, she is gasping in awe to the size of it "Oh Mr.Librarian do show me what I am missing out". After the unclothing and suspense that brings forth with it, I strikingly pound that seemingly tight pussy whilst I grab the cheeks of her logger half region, to which she begins to pout out pleasure aloud whilst throwing the communist manifesto in the bin "Oh strike me with your huge black cock that shadows the amazingness of the growth of capitalism and then aroint to in light of my vaginal area with your semen" in her steamy Russian accent.

I pound her intensely and passionately, whilst the images (that may view strangely to many), of great intellects such as Aristotle and even Adam Smith ride through my mind, as thoughts race through alike, I am upon effort to hold this load of liberty inside of my penis. I am that scared to with draw my utmost load into the totalitarian asshole of hers, I begin showing my authoritarian behaviour by smacking her ass and pushing her against the wall just like America did to the Soviet Union, it was like I was igniting an economic collapse inside of her but before I did that I yelled quotes I wish I never screamed out but I couldn't help myself, "Oh take this you communist" and "Oh man, I never knew fucking a communist like you could be so exciting" or even "God feel the capitalism you dirty unforthwright commie, I hope this semen feels like you've been over run by privatisation and greed". I wasn't proud of myself but I unleashed the beast inside of me, I pounded the women so hard that a crack in the wall occurred, it felt nostalgic to the openings of the Berlin Wall as of right there.. I felt like I was America and she was the Soviet Union at the end of the Cold war. She came and I came at once and we both simultaneously outspoke "Oh my goodness" to which we then held each other for a bit.

I checked out her books and felt utter most to myself of a strange feeling, was it despair? As I ponder to my self in the mixed confusion. It was not the feeling of despair but rather than, it was the feeling of amain alack.