Soft Emotions in "the perfect mate"

Library after hours—the perfect mate smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In the perfect mate, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in the perfect mate. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in the perfect mate, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. the perfect mate is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.