netflixs and chill: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

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