Delicate Desires of "stained glass for door"

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