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