Moments of Desire in lust sans porn

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