hornywife: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Courage

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