Serene walks through the door, tosses her keys on the counter, and lets out a loud sigh. She’s been wound tighter than a spring all day, so she grabs her dildo from the nightstand drawer and drops onto the bed. The toy feels cold against her thigh, and she rolls her eyes—she’s tired of relying on plastic every damn night. A flesh-and-blood man would be nice, but her schedule and the ethics rules basically lock that down. Still, one patient keeps popping into her head: the guy with the good suit, sharp mind, and a taste for women who flake the second things get real. She knows exactly how she’d set him straight. She slides the dildo along her pussy, slow at first, and lets her imagination spin. In her mind, she leans over her desk, looks him dead in the eye, and says his hard-on is giving him away. Her hand strokes the toy like it’s him—long, firm pulls—and she tells dream-him to quit overthinking and just fuck her right there. He hesitates, but she promises she can keep her mouth shut. Therapists are professionals at secrets, after all. The dildo sinks in deeper while she whispers that this dirty little arrangement stays between them, and if he’s smart he’ll take what she’s offering before she changes her mind.
Serene walks through the door, tosses her keys on the counter, and lets out a loud sigh. She’s been wound tighter than a spring all day, so she grabs her dildo from the nightstand drawer and drops onto the bed. The toy feels cold against her thigh, and she rolls her eyes—she’s tired of relying on plastic every damn night. A flesh-and-blood man would be nice, but her schedule and the ethics rules basically lock that down. Still, one patient keeps popping into her head: the guy with the good suit, sharp mind, and a taste for women who flake the second things get real. She knows exactly how she’d set him straight. She slides the dildo along her pussy, slow at first, and lets her imagination spin. In her mind, she leans over her desk, looks him dead in the eye, and says his hard-on is giving him away. Her hand strokes the toy like it’s him—long, firm pulls—and she tells dream-him to quit overthinking and just fuck her right there. He hesitates, but she promises she can keep her mouth shut. Therapists are professionals at secrets, after all. The dildo sinks in deeper while she whispers that this dirty little arrangement stays between them, and if he’s smart he’ll take what she’s offering before she changes her mind.