
MOORISH MONDAY: The Secret Behind the Bookcase (Female x Male) (18+ NSFW)
Montag, 12. Oktober 2026 · 10 min
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A murder mystery party for my birthday? Yes, please. But it's not just the game I'm interested in. There's a guy named These who has had my attention for months, and what better time to make my move than now? The Secret Behind the Bookcase Oakwood Manor was the coolest place I had ever seen. The place was huge, the perfect locale for a murder mystery event. My friends and I were going to stay the night, and the staff had given us costumes and accessories to wear as part of the game. I was in my room, already on my second glass of champagne, as I positioned the blue feather headpiece to my blonde hair. Downstairs, the group looked amazing, We were all given our first clues, and while the wheels in my head had already started turning, I couldn't
help but look at Thijs. He was dressed sharply, with suspenders over top of a white dress shirt. His brown hair was slicked perfectly, and a fake pipe was in his left hand. So, where were you this afternoon after lunch on the veranda, my good sir? I asked him. my voice taking on a southern accent. Thijs cocked an eyebrow. Miss, might I ask you the same question? We spent the next half hour interviewing each other as a group. Then my best friend Claire got killed off, leaving us to explore the manor in search of clues. That's how Thijs and I ended up in the library. It was an elaborate, luxurious room. with massive shelves of old books. It smelled of leather and paper. Check it out, said Thijs, nodding
at a thick book on the shelf he was standing in front of. I walked over, and my jaw dropped as Thijs pulled the spine of the book down, causing the shelf to hinge open as he did so. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't surprising to find such a secret in a place like this. but it was still amazing to witness. In the dim room behind the bookcase, we discovered a single envelope sealed with a wax stamp.
But there was something else in the room with us, our shared tension, our shallow breaths. I closed the door behind us and turned to him. Thys, I started, but I was cut off by his mouth on mine. I was caught off guard. Thys liked me back. I felt absolutely giddy. His hands cupped my face as we kissed.
We stood there for, I don't know how long, our tongues sliding into each other's mouths. I've been wanting you for so long, I finally muttered as we pulled away from each other. Same, said Thys. He looked stunned, like he couldn't believe it. After that, it was game on, and I'm not talking about a murder mystery. These threw aside his fake pipe and pushed me up against the wall.
His hands roamed across my body. I loved the energy he had, the sort of energy that only someone exploring another person for the first time could have. Kirsten, he whispered into my ear, his lips pressing up against my neck. I fantasized about this for months. He pushed up the bottom of my fringe dress and started to rub my pussy through my panties. I arched my back out towards him.
He must have got the message, because he put his fingers down my panties and rubbed my clit. We looked into each other's eyes. It felt intense, in the best way possible. God, you are gorgeous, he muttered. I remembered where we were, but I didn't care. I didn't care about finding the murderer. I didn't care about anything but this exact moment, with Dice's fingers now inside my pussy, deep.
He curled them back and forth, stroking them inside me. His other hand pinned my hands up over my head. My chest was heaving as he finger-fucked me, hard and fast. You like that, Kirsten? he asked. His face looked worried, and I realized he was genuinely asking. I nodded. Yes, I breathed. He fingered me all the way to orgasm, and I wasn't sure how soundproof the room behind the bookcase was. But I hoped the answer was a decent amount, because I was loud and unhinged as I came. my orgasm shuddering through me from head to toe. I hadn't come like that in a long time. It seemed to break me, making it hard to stand upright. My body was complete putty for Thijs, and he kept fingering me all the way to the end. I dropped to my
knees and hastily unbuttoned his pants. I sucked his cock like we were on borrowed time, and maybe we were... It was sloppy and wet as I bobbed my head up and down his length. I still couldn't believe this was happening, that we were tucked away in this secret room, finally together for the first time. When Thijs brought me back up to standing, I spun around and bent over as he entered me. There was an old cabinet in the room that seemed to be displaying a bunch of antique items. But right now, It was being used as something for me to hold onto as Thijs fucked me.
His cock was large and deep in my pussy. Thijs started off slowly, fucking me with gentle strokes. But it didn't take long for him to pick up the pace. He held onto my hips with my dress still bunched up. I could feel my pussy opening up around his shaft. I could feel every single inch disappear into me. Fuck, Kirsten, he moaned. You are amazing. I couldn't form words at that moment. My eyes were rolled back in my head, and pleasure had taken over. It was an uncontrollable, immeasurable level of pleasure that I hadn't felt maybe ever. Thijs knew just how to fuck me, and it didn't feel awkward.
It felt like we had fucked a million times before. We groaned at the same time, loud and primal. Our noises seemed to echo in this near-empty space. I arched my back, and somehow, Thijs sank his cock even deeper into me. Shit, Kirsten, he hissed. I'm so close. Come in me, I answered without thinking. I'm on birth control.
He obviously didn't have to be asked twice. He thrusted into me a few more times, to the base. I was soaked for him, and when he finally came, it only added to the wetness. His load of cum flooded me fully, and I backed my ass up into him as he finished. I loved the animalistic sound of his groans as he came. When he pulled out of me, I spun around and looked at Thys, with what I was sure was awe on my face. I pulled my panties back up my legs and smoothed out my dress.
You have no idea how badly I needed that, I said, blushing. Same. It looked like Thijs was about to say more, but suddenly we heard footsteps in the library. I snatched the envelope that we had ignored earlier and opened it quickly for the clue. I couldn't focus on the words, though. I kept making eye contact with Thijs, realizing that he was still staring at me the whole time. What? I whispered.
He smiled and shook his head. Nothing. My heart swelled. All right. Thijs cleared his throat. Let's find this cold-blooded killer in our midst.
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