Stumbled upon this quiet corner of the library today. You know, the one with the heavy wooden shelves that block the view from the main aisle? The air was thick with that old book smell and silence. I couldn't stop thinking about how perfect it would be to be bent over one of those study tables, dress hiked up, while you took me from behind. The risk of getting caught, the sound of my moans muffled against leather-bound copies of classic literature... fuck, just thinking about it makes my pussy ache. Some mothers bake cookies. I daydream about getting railed by my son in public places. Sue me.