Tadiwa is the object of Lilith's obsession. She's everything that Lilith could want in a girl and more. There's no way that the boss girl from a billionaire family would ever have any interest in a librarian like Lilith...right? But then one night Lilith is taken by her friend to a BDSM party where she bumps into Tadiwa who will do anything to make sure that Lilith keeps Tadiwa's secret...that Tadiwa is a BDSM sub. That's something that would be scandalous for her conservative family. Lilith agrees but then Tadiwa wants more...
Chapter 1 Lilith Almost Meets Tadiwa
The girl with the medium tone brown complexion and long natural hair that she wore back tightly in a braided bun was the object of Lilith's obsession. Lilith was mesmerized by the way she walked and talked with everyone she interacted with. She exudes power. Very much the boss bitch, don't-fuck-with-me type of girl. Lilith imagined that the girl had a plummy British accent. That she grew up in a posh suburb in the UK like Kensington or Chelsea. That she could've very well been a candidate for that British show "Rich Kids Go Skint".
Doubt and low self-esteem had not been subjects taught at her all-girls school so this girl did not know them. Lilith sighs and lets her fantasies take control. In her mind, the girl enters the door as and walks up to Lilith. Without a word between then the girl takes Lilith by the shoulders and slams her against the book shelf. She looks Lilith directly in her eyes and traces her face slowly looking at her up and down. She bends forward and places her lips on Lilith's Lilith bites her lips as her fantasy intensifies. Thank God that the CCTV is still not working and her boss is such a miser that she still hasn't had it fixed yet. That means that there's no one to see her slip her fingers into her pants and begin to rub her pleasure spot. Lilith groans as she imagines what the girl could do to her. Her head rolls back and she closes her eyes as she feels the first tingles of pleasure. She bites her lip so she doesn't make any noise. Not that it matters since she's the only one in the shop. She lets out another groan just as she's about to climax when... TING! ...the front door of the shop has been opened. Lilith quickly collects herself and blushes. It's the old man that comes and buys a book at least once a week. He walks to the back where Lilith is crimson with embarrassment. "You okay love?" He asks. He's from England and has lived in Cape Town for twenty years, but still retains a very strong cockney accent. Lilith smiles. "I just ate something spicy and it's showing all over my face," she tells him. The old man laughs and begins telling her stories of his adventures in India trying different spicy food. Normally Lilith would have been keen to listen to the tales of his travels (most of which she thought were highly likely to be untrue, but right now she was throbbing and wet because she had not finished. She wanted him to leave so he could finish. But the old man didn't know that and took his time to tell her his stories, ramble about the book he was looking for, look around at books then finally find one her wanted to buy and ruffle through it's pages before he bought it. By the end of it Lilith wanted to scream in frustration. When he finally left she checked the clock. He had only been in for a total of twenty minutes but it felt like it had been half a day. Fapping at the front desk was not a good idea. She turned the sign on the front door around and rushed to the bathroom in the back. She couldn't risk going to the bathroom without locking the front door due to the high level of crime in the entire country in general. She enters the cubicle and switches on her downloads from xvideos. The wifi signal doesn't reach back there. Perhaps a strategic move by the management but downloads were always so convenient. Lilith fapped until she felt the tingling, hot sensation take over. She groans and slumped back on the seat. "Fuck," she groaned. She immediately straightened up and fixed herself up making sure that there was no residual smell of her cum on her fingers or pants. By the time she got to the front door to unlock it there was a boy waiting there. He got up and entered as soon as she unlocked the door. He looked strangely familiar. "I was really about to leave," the boy said. "Strange time to have a lunch break I reckon," He had an interesting accent. "Sorry sir, this tends to be my lunch break because 12-2 is often our busy period," Lilith explains. The guy nods and begins looking through the book shelves. "Well my sister had to go back after waiting for awhile. I'm sure that you know her though," the man said. Lilith cocked her head. Why would she know his sister? "She works in the building opposite you and recommended this bookshop because she often sees African novels being sold here." The guy explained. Lilith nodded. Well it was nice that people in the area were recommending customers to her. "Is there anything that you're specifically looking for?" She asks him. He shrugs. "I'm a bit of an eclectic reader. I have an obsession with modern African writers at the moment though," he tells her. Lilith nods. "Who were the last three African writers that you read?" She asks him. "We need new names by NoViolet Bulawayo, The Hairdresser of Harare by Tendai Huchu and My Sister the Serial Killer by Oyikan Braithwaite," the guy tells her. Lilith nods again. "So you like Zimbabwean authors I see," Lilith tells him. He nods. "Of course, I am Zimbabwean," the guy tells her. Lilith nods. He didn't seem Zimbabwean though, his accent was weird and hard to place but it would make sense that he was probably from a posh Zimbabwean family and he'd been exposed to many cultures. Lilith goes to the the shelf and takes out "Rotten Row" by Pettina Gappah. "This is a really interesting author. She even worked for the new Zimbabwean government but left because of corruption," Lilith tells him. He smiles at her and she feels like he wants to tell her that he already knows that. But he doesn't. "Sounds like a great recommendation," the guy says. "My sister had read another work of hers but not this one. I think she'll also like it," the guy says. He speaks as though Lilith would definitely know his sister. "Who's your sister?" She asks him. The guy points outside to the window where Lilith's eyes widen as it's the medium brown toned girl with a bun. The girl goes into her Mercedes Benz and drives away. "Probably rushing away to another meeting," the guy says. "Tadiwa is always so busy," ...so her name was Tadiwa...and Lilith had pretty much missed out on being acquainted with her because she had been busy masturbating to her in the back...ironic. Lilith could have kicked herself in the face...
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