pegging train: Adventures That Will Change the Way You See Life

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