amber keya: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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