Revealing Hidden Erotic Moments in "favor of the val'sharah hippogryph"

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