Sasha Grey | Naughty Bookworms

The late shift at The Gilded Quill , a dusty, labyrinthine bookstore in the heart of the city, was usually Sasha Grey’s sanctuary. The customers were few, the silence profound, and the scent of old paper was a drug. But tonight, the silence was broken by a scuffle.

“No,” she said. “But I’ll sell you a copy of The Pearl , Victorian erotica, for fifty. Or…” She glanced at her book club. “You can join us next Tuesday. We’re doing Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin. Discussion starts at nine. Bring wine.” sasha grey naughty bookworms

“You’re not ready for the really rare ones,” she said, sliding open the glass. She selected a slim, leather-bound volume. No title on the spine. “But this… this is Venus in Furs by Sacher-Masoch. The original. Before the word ‘masochism’ became a cliché.” The late shift at The Gilded Quill ,

This was her secret. Not just the books, but the ritual . “No,” she said

Sasha stepped out, arms crossed. “I’ve been here for five minutes.”