My Forbidden Release: Alone in the Ruins of Paris
I’ve guarded this in my private locker forever. The Bibliothèque Nationale de France. My fortress. Naked after my wash, heat thick like a blanket. New clothes wait tomorrow. But tonight, skin bare, I crave release. Books my only lovers. Pages on huntresses, ancient women. Strong bodies, free. I flip open the illustrated tome. Gravures hit…