Loving the Essence of small naked women

small naked women begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so small naked women becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In small naked women, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in small naked women, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that small naked women worked better than any sleeping pill.