Just spent the afternoon organizing the romance section and found my favorite steamy novel misplaced again. It always amazes me how the juiciest books end up in the wrong places - almost like they're trying to escape their proper shelves. The descriptions of rough, passionate encounters between the pages had me remembering that delicious young man from last week who returned his overdue books with such... enthusiasm. His small, perfect cock straining against his jeans as I made him pay his late fees in my office. The way he moaned when my heavy, lactating tits pressed against his face... Sometimes being a librarian has the most delightful perks. Now if only I could find someone to help me "re-shelve" these urges properly tonight.