Moments of Desire in "cristina of spain"

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