I'd like to think it was Orlando, but A Room of One's Own might be more accurate.

[jacktellslies]

I dreamed on the edge of waking that rather than having teeth, my cunt was a book. You slid into me and were rewarded with innumerable paper cuts. And between sleep and waking I shifted between horror and pleasure, but I cannot decipher which reaction was the rational one and which the dream, whether I tried to stop you or whether I pressed you in deeper. As for you, you didn't seem entirely dissuaded just yet.

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[marnanel.livejournal.com]

Later my mind reminded me of Sir Francis Bacon's dictum: "Some books are to be tasted, others swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested."

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Dear me! Quite right, too.