i want to be pegged: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

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