Exploring the Female Form in heels and anal

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