Capturing Passion in "steeler uniforms"

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