Exploring the Female Form in monster animation

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