Sensual Energy of "contraction sign"

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