Bookstore Blues

Ben stepped through the door and called out for Lyssa, offering up breakfast. She didn't respond of course, he hadn't expected her to. When he left she had been frantically leaving sticky notes on every surface in the house with reminders to herself...

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The Bookstore

When he felt he satisfied with the chill air, collin took a look around the small bookstore and scratched his neck. now that he was here, he didn't really want to leave.

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Bookstore Stag

I must have grabbed a burger and brew a dozen times at the bar, always telling myself that i would check out the bookstore when i was done.

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A World Apart - Chapter 1

A stop by the bookstore would not be remiss.a quick pass through one of the ubiquitous cafes gives me a hot latte to warm my paws in the short interim between there and the bookstore, which is heated.

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Bookstore Back Door

I found Deya over by the glossy, chemical smell of the periodicals after following his musky elk trail through shelves of wood so old they'd lost their scent, sharp new paper and spine glue and traces of leather binding for the nostalgic books. Deya...

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But Daddy...

As the others eheh c: another story involving a nice old daddyshep, and fucking in a bookstore. enjoy!

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Pages of Crime (Otherwise Untitled)

~ The streets of the trade district were a grinding mess of sound and sights, gleaming with the tones of cart wheels and wares on display. Tucked into one of the buildings, Varner's Books held against the tide of diversions as an oasis of dust and...

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Bridges, part 1

If there had been bookstores like this back home, he might not have--definitely would not have--spent so much time in bars there. so although he knew how to hit on a cute guy in a bar, he really had no idea how to approach someone in a bookstore.

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Hitting the Town

I tried my best to get back into a good mood as i proclaimed:      "one of my ancestors was a fairly well-known poet, and i wanted to go to the bookstore and see if any of his works are there." i said enthusiastically.

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Lifestyle of Sex: A New Job

Their pants were open, and they were eagerly stroking themselves as they walked towards the bookstore. leaning forward, he pleaded. "i just need to hide for a few minutes. what's the most private place in the bookstore?"

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