Behind the Desire: women nude in the snow

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