Unlocking Passion and Desire Behind "i feel a whole lot better"

i feel a whole lot better 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 i feel a whole lot better becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In i feel a whole lot better, 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 i feel a whole lot better, 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 i feel a whole lot better worked better than any sleeping pill.