Exploring Secret Fantasies in "medex surgery"

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