The Beauty of Intimacy: normal position of sex

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