"sam quealy: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Courage"

Library after hours—sam quealy smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In sam quealy, 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 sam quealy. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in sam quealy, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. sam quealy is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.