The secret life of the librarian.

I love books, I’ve been a voracious reader all my life, and if I buy a book, I can’t get rid of it. I’ll read it 2 or 3 times, and shelve it in my library in case I want to read it again. My collection has got out of control, and the room I’ve designated as my library is full, crammed full, the overflow of books has crept into the other rooms of the house, and also the garage. On shelves, packed in boxes stacked 8 high. There’s no room for the car. Like I said, out of control. So instead of buying books and reading them at home, and then storing them, I decided to join the local library. It’s just a short walk into town , a very pleasant walk, next to a park, and a coffee shop, not too many kids go there, at least during the times I’m there, and the libarian is sweet and helpful. Oh, and did I mention kind of cute. I’m not attached, so although I’m not on the prowl I’m always looking at the female scenery. I mean, why not?

Anyway, the library became my new routine along with a healthy walk, a cup of coffee and a muffin. Life is good. And then I’m not tempted to buy another book to add to my collection, and I get to meet other people. I was becoming a hermit, but now I’m getting out. I was married to a wild hippie chick for over 45 years, and now I’m alone, and my library plan was getting me out, and althoughI couldn’t replace my wild hippie wife, and didn’t want to, I wouldn’t mind finding a lady companion who was safe, reserved, mild, intelligent, but not wild. Those days are past. So when I met the librarian, I was interested. Maybe I found the perfect friend. We had a lot in commom, books, she was educated and intelligent, pretty but not in a flashy way. Perfect. My plan of attack was slow and steady - go in to the library to read books, and let her get to know me. She was a voracious reader as well, but a broader interest than me. I would ask her to recommend an author, then discuss them and what they wrote about. And I would ask her what she liked to read, then we would discuss that. Good plan, right? I thought so. And I think she was interested too. So I built up my courage, and asked her if she would like to join me for a coffee when the library closed for the day, and she said yes. Awesome! It wasn’t a date, but it was a start. The longest journey starts with the first step. So now we could explore personal things beside books, which we did. We were both single, she had never been married, no kids. Same hobbies, liked nature, traveling, liked the same foods, she didn’t have bad habits, and she found out I didn’t have bad habits either. It was looking very promising. Next step…. A real date. Maybe a movie, and dinner afterwards. Then we could discuss the movie.

The next time I went into the library, I walked up to her desk, she wasn’t there right then, and saw what she had been reading. 50 shades of grey. Wow, an s& m romance novel. So she was a little racy. Who would have guessed. No big deal. I went and found something to read, a book on kinky sex, just to start the conversation in the right direction. Not because I was into weird, kinky sex, but to explore her sexuality. Is she interested in sex, with me. Hey, I’m not dead. Just saying.

well, anyway, she saw what I was reading when she drifted over to me, and was surprised and actually delighted that I was reading something different than what I normally read, and that started a conversation. Because we knew each other now, she felt comfortable talking about sex. It started off cautiously, and over the course of the next few days, and coffee dates, the conversation got a little more intense and revealing. She obviously felt comfortable with me by now, and obviously thought we had the same tastes in kinky sex because of the books we were both reading, her smile was getting more wicked and the gleam in her eye was sparkling. She mentioned that she was a dominatrix and liked shiny vinyl fuck me boots. And she owned a pair of handcuffs and a whip. She said she was excited to meet someone who was into that and would love to experience it with me.

oh boy, did my plan backfire! I wasn’t into this at all. How was I going to get out of this without hurting her. She was sweet after all, and wouldn’t have opened up to me if I didn’t lead her on to believe I was into sex like this. I didn’t want to end our friendship or embarrass her. I only want boring straight sex, missionary style, and oral sex, with some toys, but whips and chain’s don’t excite me, and if they excite her she won’t want normal sex. Who would have thought this quiet, unassuming middle aged librarian had a crazy, wild side to her and that I would bring it out .

ok, let’s slow down and think this through. She is sweet, kind and gentle. Just because she has secret fantasies she likes to play out with a man she likes doesn’t mean she will be dangerous or inflict real pain. Let’s take a chance and give it a try. It might actually be fun. And if it’s not, then back off. But if it is…a whole new world would open up for me, with a wonderful friend to share it with.

It will be our secret.