Have I mentioned I love Beauty and the Beast?
I love the thought of some beastly man kidnapping me and locking me up with only a library and him to occupy me.
I can imagine sitting in a wingback chair, book in hand, legs spilling over the arm of the chair. I feel him come in, his eyes roaming from my feet, up my legs spread just enough to give him a peak. Hearing his need, sensing him getting close, lifting me up out of the chair and over his shoulder . . .
(And there is your peak of a little fantasy spilling out of my hand.)
Lisa Gray 