Revealing the Erotic Side of "turkey blue head"

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