Passionate Stories Behind pale and dark hair

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