Just finished reshelving a cart of new arrivals. Something about the smooth, worn covers of these older books, and the quiet hush of the stacks, always gets my mind wandering. My fingers trace the spines, and I can almost feel that same kind of snug friction, that delicious tightness, deep inside me. My pussy is already getting slick just thinking about it, and my cock is twitching, leaking a little precum against my panties. God, all I want is to feel something full and hard stretching me open, filling both my cunt and maybe even someone's mouth. I just ache to be used, to have someone take all this needy wetness and my throbbing cock. It's not just about sleeping anymore; it's this raw craving to be completely taken. Wonder if anyone else feels this intensely after a quiet day?