Bubbly's Bookstore

[BubblyBookworm]

Sitting by the window, the raven bookworm with the large, gray knowing eyes , hidden behind tortoise shell glasses, glanced out the windows to the crowded cobblestone street. With a twinkle in her eye, she gazes up and down the busy pathways. Curious as a kitten, Bubbly, knew that owning the bookstore had been her greatest wish.

Looking around the store, she reflects back on all of the people that have passed through her doors, and each one has their own special story to tell...

Please join me in the bookstore and bring your own ideas of characters and adventures that Bubbly will encounter.​

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[WetBiMoose]

As he entered the store WBMoose was already excited in anticipation of all the potential that lay hidden in each row of shelves. Mystery, adventure or romance perhaps? For him, more likely a few Frank Herbert tomes and the odd Douglas Adams with a spattering of Grant Naylor for full effect, if the proprietor was a fan. He was hopeful and pensive as he took in the grandeur of the stacks, along with the beauty of the woman behind the counter. As he strolled into the heart of the store he felt her eyes on him, appraising him and quantifying his value. He tried to stay aloof and unfazed, but her stare was penetrating and positively electric. He gulped down hard, and grew rigid above and below his waistline with scandalous thoughts of a torrid raucous session of passionate lusty sexual depravity that would knock volumes from their perches, but knew he'd have to make eye contact and introduce himself before that could ever happen. He walked deep into the aisles of literature and fantasized of the shopkeeper he'd only just glimpsed, already sure he'd be spending a lot of time in her store, and she in his dreams.

 

[BloodMoonRising]

There's always one guy who comes in just to use the bathroom. He always takes a book from the shelves with him. He's like George Costanza, only worse, because he actually exists.

 

[BubblyBookworm]

As he entered the store WBMoose was already excited in anticipation of all the potential that lay hidden in each row of shelves. Mystery, adventure or romance perhaps? For him, more likely a few Frank Herbert tomes and the odd Douglas Adams with a spattering of Grant Naylor for full effect, if the proprietor was a fan. He was hopeful and pensive as he took in the grandeur of the stacks, along with the beauty of the woman behind the counter. As he strolled into the heart of the store he felt her eyes on him, appraising him and quantifying his value. He tried to stay aloof and unfazed, but her stare was penetrating and positively electric. He gulped down hard, and grew rigid above and below his waistline with scandalous thoughts of a torrid raucous session of passionate lusty sexual depravity that would knock volumes from their perches, but knew he'd have to make eye contact and introduce himself before that could ever happen. He walked deep into the aisles of literature and fantasized of the shopkeeper he'd only just glimpsed, already sure he'd be spending a lot of time in her store, and she in his dreams.

Gazing back at the masculine gentleman with the steely, lustful eyes, she watched his perusal around the store. Seeing his strong, pliant fingers glide over the covers of some of her favorite genres made her shiver sensually. Knowing he appreciated good works of art, she bends forward to see his movement, full of panther-like grace, wind up and down the crowded aisles. Twirling her raven hair on her soft palm, she smiles mischievously.

Wondering if her wistful gaze would capture his unfurling attention, she glances at his stance, confident and unrelenting. Seeing him stride forward, she steps back, her full, coral lips pursing as a quiet, inescapable moan fills the store. Blushing a deep shade of rose, she looks downward, and twists her silky hands.

 

[BubblyBookworm]

flutters through...loves a bookstore

Waves hello, as she flutters by.

 

[BubblyBookworm]

There's always one guy who comes in just to use the bathroom. He always takes a book from the shelves with him. He's like George Costanza, only worse, because he actually exists.

Points to the sign over the counter with her ruby nails, "No merchandise in the restroom!" She smirks sardonically, and *winks* as he passes through the aisles.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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I enter the store, and look around, appreciating the design, the warmth of the wooden book shelves.....

I search the aisles out of curiosity before I approach the alluring duty assistant, only to read the Manager badge..

"excuse me but would you object if I took a few photos?" holding up my large semi professional D-SLR.

Moments later I continue, "happy to take some of you in them if you like? possibly for your social networking?"

 

[BubblyBookworm]

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I enter the store, and look around, appreciating the design, the warmth of the wooden book shelves.....

I search the aisles out of curiosity before I approach the alluring duty assistant, only to read the Manager badge..

"excuse me but would you object if I took a few photos?" holding up my large semi professional D-SLR.

Moments later I continue, "happy to take some of you in them if you like?"

Gazing at the stranger, staring curiously. Pondering the idea of posing, she bites and nibbles her soft, pink lips. Whimpering as I glance at his bold stare, I kick back against the Stacks, smiling coquettishly.

 

[boomer177]

Gazing at the stranger, staring curiously. Pondering the idea of posing, she bites and nibbles her soft, pink lips. Whimpering as I glance at his bold stare, I kick back against the Stacks, smiling coquettishly.

Says he, smiling slyly, "Perhaps I can snap a few of you examining our unparalleled selection of out-of-print 'Banned-in-Boston' titles. Follow me."

 

[BubblyBookworm]

Says he, smiling slyly, "Perhaps I can snap a few of you examining our unparalleled selection of out-of-print 'Banned-in-Boston' titles. Follow me."

Our eyes meet across the room, mysterious, and full of mischief!! My coral lips smirk as my petite body shakes. Watching your eyes point down to the out of print titles, I ponder the possibilities....

 

[boomer177]

Our eyes meet across the room, mysterious, and full of mischief!! My coral lips smirk as my petite body shakes. Watching your eyes point down to the out of print titles, I ponder the possibilities....

Taking his throbbing time, he withdrew from the beautifully lacquered shelf copies of erotic classics, pointedly announcing their titles. "Ah, Tropic of Cancer." "Yes, Lady Chatterly’s Lover."

“Would you be offended,” he finally asked, in a low, husky tone, “were I to suggest you pose--in a state of déshabillée, of course--while enjoying a good read, if you get my drift?”

 

[jc199123]

I walk in looking for someone to help me

 

[boomer177]

I walk in looking for someone to help me

"Oh, fuck, another damn reader," the manager blurted out, gnashing his teeth. "Wait here."

 

[CFMB_fan]

Gazing at the stranger, staring curiously. Pondering the idea of posing, she bites and nibbles her soft, pink lips. Whimpering as I glance at his bold stare, I kick back against the Stacks, smiling coquettishly.

"Cute smile, I will take some of the store and see what you think?", his voice full of politeness.

He walks around the store, kneeling, standing on the stairs as he looks for shots to 'flatter' the internal architecture and design of the store, spending about 30 minutes or so.

Finally he approaches the manger and offers to show her on the back of his camera screen.

 

[jc199123]

ok I'll wait who or what am I waiting for

 

[boomer177]

ok I'll wait who or what am I waiting for

That is a question for you to ponder. The philosophy titles are over there.

 

[BubblyBookworm]

Taking his throbbing time, he withdrew from the beautifully lacquered shelf copies of erotic classics, pointedly announcing their titles. "Ah, Tropic of Cancer." "Yes, Lady Chatterly’s Lover."

“Would you be offended,” he finally asked, in a low, husky tone, “were I to suggest you pose--in a state of déshabillée, of course--while enjoying a good read, if you get my drift?”

The classics are always good; tension in the air as her pulse throbs, and body begins to shiver. Tilting her raven head to the side, her mysterious eyes take in the worn, leather bound book. Running her ruby nails up and down the spine, she slowly licks her soft, pouty, coral lips, "What a passionate choice; thank you."