An unknown presence caused me to look up from my desk. A quick and audible gasp gave away my surprise.
I hadn't heard the library's door open, or close, and his light footsteps had silenced his approach. I didn't know how long he was standing there, but his ghostly presence summoned a reaction from me and I found myself staring at a large black man whose very real appearance commanded my attention.
"I didn't mean to startle you. I would like to use the computer," he said in a clear and steady voice.
I proceeded to hand him the library's Internet and Computer Usage Policy when he interrupted me and politely explained that he had signed it earlier. "Perhaps you were not here then. May I?"
"Yes, sure," I managed to squeeze out, "sign here for Computer 1, please." My voice seemed to have trouble finding anything above a whisper.
The dangling gold earring on his left ear caught the light and reflected a sparkle of little dancing flecks. The beautiful ballet it created pulled my eyes into a stare.
He mentioned how intriguing the flickers were. I agreed. He spoke of how focusing on the sparks was relaxing. I agreed again. He compared the dance to that of a burning fire and its mesmerizing effects. I nodded, but could not speak. He commanded that I could feel the surrender beginning to form deep inside me. I half nodded as my eyes stayed glued to his earring and my ears stayed tuned to his voice.
He continued to take me deeper into an abyss of words that floated around me in repetitious echoes until they became penetrating reverberations. Soon I submitted and obeyed.
The next thing I remembered was reading the name C. J. Holden on the computer sign-up sheet as he sat down at the computer.
I then resumed my work on my computer. I couldn't help but look up at him every few minutes, the dangling earring still reflecting the golden specks of seduction.
Then the automatic message alert signaled that a new email had arrived. I didn't recognize the name or address and neither one looked library related, especially the astralsociety.com. Also, the subject line certainly indicated that this was not library mail, but, for some reason, the "Submit and Obey" did not strike me as spam either.
My curiosity won and soon I was reading a very personal and intimate message.
"The library is a very quiet and relaxing place which allows you to fantasize and dream. Allow yourself to experience the feelings I will evoke in you. Imagine a strong, handsome man. Imagine his face and look into his eyes."
A glance toward C. J. confirmed that he did not see my blushing face. He was too busy doing his own thing to notice that I was obviously moved by what I was reading.
"His eyes draw you into him. They pierce you and summon the electrical charges surging right now through your breasts and tightening your nipples."
My nipples pressed hard against my bra with a raging ache to be touched. My face grew redder as the heat spread upward.
I stole another glimpse toward C. J., but this time he was looking at me! When our eyes met, my heart pounded and my breath grew short from embarrassment. What did I look like while reading that erotic email? I could feel the blood rushing to my face and making it so hot that it had to have been beet red. Totally flustered, I fumbled at the keyboard pretending to type. Thankfully, someone arrived to return books, which averted my thoughts and eyes to her.
But at first chance, I was quickly reading the email again.
"Imagine this man's lips...full, soft, inviting. You want him to kiss you, to smother you with puckering and smacking sounds, to tease you with his tongue. You feel a tingling now, a tingling that builds with each oral caress."
I was tingling. I could feel my imaginary lover's mouth covering mine, delivering sweetness and tenderness, joining with mine and making us one. I snapped to my senses and took a quick look around, not so embarrassed this time but consumed with mounting excitement.
I wanted to read more, but that was all there was, except for the signature, Conjure.
Disappointed, and somewhat aroused, I walked to the office to try to compose myself. I heard more patrons entering the library and I had to go back onto the floor. The sparkling reflection of C. J.'s earring caught my eye immediately and made me feel rather sedated.
I relaxed back into my seat in front of the computer and grinned when I spotted a new email message. It was from the same mysterious person!
I willingly began reading the sensuous words and started to shift and stir in my seat a little.
"Don't worry about anyone that may be in the library with you. They will not be aware of the desires I am creating in you. You are becoming desirous, aren't you? You are feeling a need to explore deeper, right? You do want your man to touch you again, don't you?"
I nodded and smiled and then quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed my animation. C. J. was smiling too, but this time I didn't feel so silly when our eyes met. The sparkling flashes of his earring penetrated my thoughts momentarily; I eagerly returned to my reading.
"Imagine his arms. Long, strong and comforting. Feel them wrap you in a blanket of warmth as he pulls you to his chest. Hear his heartbeat, feel his pounding vibrations, and relax into the rhythm of his blood coursing through his body. Feel it invading yours. Feel it stimulating your inner desires."
I felt his heart pounding and forcing my body to respond. I began breathing harder and more deliberately, trying to take in his scent and meld our bodies into one. Suddenly, the little boy throwing his truck books onto the checkout desk shook me from my reverie.
Flushed and self-conscious, I tried to act normal. But the stirring excitement was rising inside me still. As soon as he left, I anxiously resumed reading.
"His hands are beginning to caress your body. Allow them to explore freely. Allow yourself to accept his administrations without inhibition. Allow the sensations to fill you with expectations and longings."
And it was signed, Conjure.
"What? He can't leave me hanging like this!" I wanted to scream.
I stared at the screen in disbelief and then felt his stare on me. C. J. stood before me once more and commanded my attention.
He watched my eyes travel to his earring and again his soothing voice spoke of the mesmerizing reflections that danced in my mind. I nodded. He continued to talk of relaxation and emptiness. I fell deeper. He reinforced my desires to comply and yield to its compelling command, to his compelling command. Soon I submitted and obeyed.
Then I saw the flashing email alert! I enthusiastically devoured the words.
"His expert hands massage your tummy. You feel yourself succumb to the arousal created deep inside."
I stiffened in my seat and pushed down hard. The pressure sent a quivering sensation between my sensitive feminine folds.
"You squirm with hints for him to travel lower. Your hopes soar when his fingers tickle your inner thighs."
I spread my legs to accommodate and found myself lightly tickling.
"Your excitement increases. Your desire for more becomes essential."
I abandoned all modesty and slipped my fingers under my panties. My wetness was hot and slick. I gave a little flick to my throbbing nub.
"You guide his hand to your valley and squeeze hard around it. Your desire for release becomes paramount."
I felt the heat burn in my loins. I flicked back and forth again and then thrust deep inside. Upon exiting I stroked hard and long until a pulsating sensation began to rise around my swollen energy.
I lustily read his last words searching for the climatic end.
"When you hear the word conjure, your libido will awaken and summon all the sensations I have created for you. You will automatically and immediately enter a mental state that seals out all reality around you and you will experience a robust, striking, and enduring orgasm."
And then I read his burning signature, Conjure.
I sat there in a stupor. My mouth hung open. My fingers slowly slid away from my wet mound. I felt like crying. I was there, so close. Why? Why didn't he continue?
Then I felt it. He was there. C. J. was standing in front of me again and I hadn't even noticed his presence. How embarrassing. What had he witnessed?
His large black body overpowered me. His earring danced before my eyes. His reassuring voice resounded heavily in my ears, "I am signing off the computer now. Good afternoon."
I cleared my dry throat and dared to ask, "What does C. J. stand for?"
He smiled, nodded, and commanded, "Conjure."
Instantly, without hint or delay, my mind shut out all external influences. Internally, a wildfire spread throughout my body and ignited my instinctual drive for sex. I stood there as the energy rocked me with spasms and quakes and with shivers and shakes in a manifest display of pure orgasmic pleasure.