Exploring Desire in happy naked women

happy 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 happy naked women becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In happy 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 happy 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 happy naked women worked better than any sleeping pill.