The Night Stand

Between The Stacks - Erotica Short Story

Through the stacks I could see the librarian, she looked up from her desk and surveyed the library with curious eyes - trying to find the source of the noise. 

The Camping Trip

It had grown dark by now, and the only light we had was from a crappy, wind up lantern. ‘Do you mind if I squeeze in with you? My sleeping bag smells too much like the dust from the attic’.