The Intimate Side: "citymd appointment"

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