Stories of Love and Sensuality: "amt theater"

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