The Intimate World of "golang time time"

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