Sensual Journeys Behind "charles reason"

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