Mature smutty short stories

Dylan

Dylan had often strolled the library on the prowl for his next interest. He just had come down from the emotional rollercoaster the last series sent him on and he was already looking for the next. Like any proper bookworm, he had a very healthy addiction to stories that sucked you in so deep you forgot who you were. He often imagined himself to be a strict mafioso, an elven king, a robber on the run, a fairy, a demure girl, or other wild different characters other than himself.

His latest read was one more of an erotic nature. The story wasn't purely about romance, but happened to have a side plot of a man who met a woman very powerful, that he so easily gave his own power to. That was something he had never read about before. He usually read stories that had little to no romance in it. Or if it did, it was a light, wholesome dusting, enough to still pass a PG-13 rating. The language and other contents were usually what made it R-rated. This last series though, was something that turned his cheeks red, and made his neck sweat along with his warm ears. He had started reading the book on the train and didn't expect it to turn that way. He was soon to be surprised and embarrassed when he felt his biological reaction so publicly. He had to put the book down and hold his briefcase over his lap to restore some dignity.

But now, he couldn't get that little thought out of his head, He finished the series in 2 nights. stayed up late hours of the morning and came to work in clothes he would've normally ironed but instead just thrown in the dryer. His suit was a little less than fresh smelling the past 2 days but now it was a Friday evening. He had all weekend to delve into the next obsession. He was on a hunt for a specific book that he looked up, it was the same concept as the last.

Now here he was, looking around to see if anyone was staring at him as he meandered down one of the many romance aisles. It made sense how this library had three stories, no pun intended. He smiled at the little joke to himself, calming his anxious searching. He now understood why it was so popular. His local library abandoned the Dewey Decimal System which made it much easier for a budding smut whore to feed his appetite.

He chewed his thin, pink bottom lip, fiddling with his watch as he scanned the rows of last names. As his eyes landed on the book he was seeking, excitement bubbled in his chest and he went to select the inconspicuous book. In his haste to grab it, he hadn't noticed the feminine hand reaching for the same cover. Dylan's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, stepping back quickly. He was so focused on looking for the book, standing so close to the shelf and squinting through his out-of-date glasses, that he hadn't noticed the short woman behind him.

She giggled at him. The first thing Dylan noticed about her was her tiny, chubby frame. She pulled the book from the shelf with her fingers adorned by glitter blue nails. She looked like a little doll, giggling up at him. She held it out, "You can have it."

He cleared his throat, fighting the stutter away. "N-no, please, go ahead. I can always read it later."

The woman shrugged and brought it to her chest, smiling at him again and showing off the subtle left dimple she had. "Alrighty then. It'll be here, at the latest, in a week. I've heard good things about it so I'm sure it will be a breeze to read," she commented, then started shuffling back as she dipped her head down and dismissed herself from the aisle. He watched her walk away, a bubbly pep in her step.

He could do nothing but grab another book that he had no interest in and hope to be back next week.

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Author's Note: Should I continue this story and make it a short story with a few chapters? Or make it a one shot? Thoughts?