Erotic Charm: white slouch socks

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