Behind the Curtain of only fun: Hidden Pleasures

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