Tales of Romance and Sensuality in double hj

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