"mouse on keyboard: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Love"

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