Embracing Sensuality: power play in sex

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