fitting room curtain: The Extraordinary Tale of Courage and Adventure

“fitting room curtain” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “fitting room curtain” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “fitting room curtain” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “fitting room curtain”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “fitting room curtain” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.