Some Self Love

Sally, the book falling through her fingers, collapsed to the floor of the library. Her own orgasm finally washing over her, and a seemingly unending flood of sensation that made the world fade away.

When she finally came back to herself it took her a moment to recall where she was. She looked around at the erotica scattered around her with the usual post orgasm sense of shame. She knew that tales like these, of women taken by men and treated as nothing more than objects of pleasure. She knew that she should hate them, that they stood for everything wrong with the world is so many ways.

Yet as she cleaned herself up and placed them back on the shelf she couldn’t help but reflect that it was that very thing that made them so appealing to her. The feeling of transgression adding that extra edge to the experience that made the thrill all the more intense.

As she placed the last book on the shelf she recalled that one of the higher ups was planning on getting rid of these books. With the usual tired moral excuses as always and as she walked on slightly shaky legs to collect her things, she made sure to make a note that she would need to make her defence of them staying known.

After all, book's are the gateway to the worlds of your dreams.