Passionate Stories in the jtcouple

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