THE LIBRARY
They put me in the library for the better part of the day. The library was like
nothing that I had ever seen before. Shelf after shelf of books on Erotica and
social science. Remarkably enough, plenty of the books I had already read. I
recognized authors from my childhood and my college years. Several Authors that
I had read in my search for autoerotic literature. Pat Califia, Laura Antoniou,
Sara Adamson and Anne Rice, in her various guises. The S/M Classics, including
the Devil himself. The Marquis De Sade, and his counterpart, Sacher-Masoch,
AKA. Venus in Furs. I picked up a reference manual that I hadn't seen before
and settled in to read. Fascinating stuff that set my pulse to pounding and
raised my blood pressure. I looked over at the desk across the way and noticed
my journal sitting there. I put down the book that I was reading and went to
it. It was laying in shaft of golden light. The dusty blue cover almost
glowing. I sat down at the desk and opened it to where I left off. My mind
starting to wander. There was a heavy gold pen next to the book and I picked it
up to twirl it around in my fingers. I let my mind wander for a moment, and
then I started to write.
