Behind the Curtain of lexy stevens: Secret Pleasures

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