The theme for this particular row says “Victoriana – Fiction from a golden age.”
Wandering between the walls of each literary cavern, a singular title catches the eye and you stop and remove the leather-bound book from amongst its companions. London. Porn hub The Author. She was wearing a starched white blouse that was buttoned to the neck and tied at the wrists as well as a sensible yellow ankle-length skirt overlaid with flower stitching here and there. “Heavens, Mr. JOHNSON!” she shrieked. Bawdy stories. The mounting of his landlady, though most pleasurable, was surely hard work! “But I hardly know you, Mrs. To penetrate and touch the very heart of who she was and where her true nature lay waiting.
Her finger still rubbed between the lips of her sex to help oil
