Behind the Curtain of "for the bold slogan": Secret Wonders

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