Revealing Sensual Secrets of "pete and jerry"

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