The Charm of Feminine Energy: "the trip to bountiful trailer"

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