Revealing Secret Intimate Moments in "lattice headquarters"

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