Erin the Librarian 8
Dec 26, 2023
Splayed across her living room couch, iPad in hand, Erin takes a break
from snapping pictures for her YourFans page to read some comments.
There used to be a time when she’d read every singel one and respond to
as many as she could possibly stand. The hundreds of comments, however,
turned into thousands. Absolutely inundated, there was no possible way
she could keep up with them all.
Likewise, there used to be a time when she‘d take requests, focusing on some of the more interesting and content-worthy ones. Ignoring the uncountable number of ‘dress up like Erin Esurance‘ ones, wanting her to don her old spy get-up, she would opt for the more mundane appeals. Something titillating without being vulgar, like bubble baths, covering herself in whipped cream, or the occasional display of public nudity…that sort of thing.
But, just like in her old acting career, the adoring public gets more and more demanding. Eventually, it becomes a vicious cycle...feeling the need to go bigger and bigger, one-uping one previous success after another. Naked on a public beach and getting a warning citation from the cops. Narrowly avoiding discovery while masturbating in her own library…and narrowly avoiding losing her job in the process. Speeding down the highway in something red and sporty, a vibrator clamped between her legs. Where does one draw the line?
Endless amounts of scrolling later, she stops at one particular comment…
”I’d loved to see you tied up and helpless.”
The fact that the comment has been liked several hundred times doesn’t surprise her, but… After thinking about it, it would keep her indoors and away from prying eyes...and cost her next to nothing. How much does a couple of feet of rope cost? Certainly less than a skimpy bikini or some lacy lingerie...let alone the hundreds of dollars in bail money it'd take to get her out of jail.
There's only one problem...thus far all of her adventures in nude videography and 18+ platforms have been a one-woman show. She can’t very well tie herself up and take pictures at the same time. Well, that and she knows absolutely zero about the Shibari-syle binding.
Erin's eyes flutter, a little shudder running through her as the ring of an incoming call startles her back to reality. Blinking, she looks at the name...and instantly grins, a metaphorical light bulb turning on over her head. It's Kat, her longtime friend from all the way back in their insurance commercial days. Erin taps the 'accept' button, knowing full well that her green...and sometimes friend-with-benefits...gal-pal won't say no.
Erin: 'Sup, evil clone?
Kat: Headed your way with a bottle of white zen.
This would be one of those 'with-benefits' instances. Unlike Erin, after both of their acting careers went south, Kat settled down into the relative quiet of suburban housewife servitude. A husband, two spoiled rug rats, a second mortgage, and a minivan...and the occasional need to fill and certain pent-up need caused by all of the previously mentioned.
Erin: Ohh really? That bad, huh?
Kat: Just make sure you're naked when I get there.
An hour later the pink and green women lay side by side, splayed out across Erin's living room floor. Sweat-drenched and staring up at the ceiling, the pair clamber for breath, basking in the afterglow of a hard-fought, scissor-driven, double orgasm. Yeah, she needed it pretty badly...the bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table, untouched and surrounded by randomly flung yoga pants and gym trainers.
Erin: I... I g-gotta f-favor to ass... Asss...
Erin's eyes flutter, her vision going in and out of focus as tries to prop herself up.
Erin: Shoooo! Hang on! Head rush!
The green woman lets out a little snort of a laugh, amused by Erin's pursed lip huffing and puffing.
Erin: Wow! Okay then... Wait, what was I saying?
Kat: You were going to 'ass' me for a favor.
Original Art by Ghostbot
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2
Likewise, there used to be a time when she‘d take requests, focusing on some of the more interesting and content-worthy ones. Ignoring the uncountable number of ‘dress up like Erin Esurance‘ ones, wanting her to don her old spy get-up, she would opt for the more mundane appeals. Something titillating without being vulgar, like bubble baths, covering herself in whipped cream, or the occasional display of public nudity…that sort of thing.
But, just like in her old acting career, the adoring public gets more and more demanding. Eventually, it becomes a vicious cycle...feeling the need to go bigger and bigger, one-uping one previous success after another. Naked on a public beach and getting a warning citation from the cops. Narrowly avoiding discovery while masturbating in her own library…and narrowly avoiding losing her job in the process. Speeding down the highway in something red and sporty, a vibrator clamped between her legs. Where does one draw the line?
Endless amounts of scrolling later, she stops at one particular comment…
”I’d loved to see you tied up and helpless.”
The fact that the comment has been liked several hundred times doesn’t surprise her, but… After thinking about it, it would keep her indoors and away from prying eyes...and cost her next to nothing. How much does a couple of feet of rope cost? Certainly less than a skimpy bikini or some lacy lingerie...let alone the hundreds of dollars in bail money it'd take to get her out of jail.
There's only one problem...thus far all of her adventures in nude videography and 18+ platforms have been a one-woman show. She can’t very well tie herself up and take pictures at the same time. Well, that and she knows absolutely zero about the Shibari-syle binding.
Erin's eyes flutter, a little shudder running through her as the ring of an incoming call startles her back to reality. Blinking, she looks at the name...and instantly grins, a metaphorical light bulb turning on over her head. It's Kat, her longtime friend from all the way back in their insurance commercial days. Erin taps the 'accept' button, knowing full well that her green...and sometimes friend-with-benefits...gal-pal won't say no.
Erin: 'Sup, evil clone?
Kat: Headed your way with a bottle of white zen.
This would be one of those 'with-benefits' instances. Unlike Erin, after both of their acting careers went south, Kat settled down into the relative quiet of suburban housewife servitude. A husband, two spoiled rug rats, a second mortgage, and a minivan...and the occasional need to fill and certain pent-up need caused by all of the previously mentioned.
Erin: Ohh really? That bad, huh?
Kat: Just make sure you're naked when I get there.
An hour later the pink and green women lay side by side, splayed out across Erin's living room floor. Sweat-drenched and staring up at the ceiling, the pair clamber for breath, basking in the afterglow of a hard-fought, scissor-driven, double orgasm. Yeah, she needed it pretty badly...the bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table, untouched and surrounded by randomly flung yoga pants and gym trainers.
Erin: I... I g-gotta f-favor to ass... Asss...
Erin's eyes flutter, her vision going in and out of focus as tries to prop herself up.
Erin: Shoooo! Hang on! Head rush!
The green woman lets out a little snort of a laugh, amused by Erin's pursed lip huffing and puffing.
Erin: Wow! Okay then... Wait, what was I saying?
Kat: You were going to 'ass' me for a favor.
Original Art by Ghostbot
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2
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