predator porn: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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