Red Confession: Cured by the Doctor’s Forbidden Touch

Heart slamming against ribs, I ring the doctor’s bell at 7 PM sharp. His house, childhood echoes now shrunk, vestibule tight like my throat. Fear claws deep—MLP twisting my sex into leather, agony, suicide. Alone at 30, virgin ghost in parents’ home. He opens, eyes hungry. ‘Enter.’ Upstairs, living room glows dim. Couch swallows me. Aperitif glasses clink, ignored. ‘Start now,’ I beg, terror slick in veins.

Skirt hikes up thighs, cool air bites. Cotton panties with daisy—innocent—slide down. Bare mound exposed, soft fuzz quivers. Legs splay wide, knees to chest. His gaze burns. ‘Hand here.’ Fingers tremble, find the button. Clit swells under touch. Circles slow. Heat blooms low, pulse throbs. ‘Good,’ he murmurs. Wetness seeps, lips part slick. Not disease—life. Heart races wild, breath short. Skin flushes hot, nipples peak through blouse. Urgency coils, danger sweetens it. Lose control? Yes. Must.

The Fever Rises

He leans close, breath on neck. ‘Deeper.’ Finger dips in, walls clench greedy. Oozes more, thighs slick. Basin rocks instinctive, rhythm builds. Fire spreads, ovaries ache—not pain, hunger. Eyes glaze, tongue darts lips. His hands claim blouse, unhook ancient bra—mother’s relic. Breasts spill free, heavy, tips rigid. Palms knead, thumbs flick. Electricity arcs straight to core. Faster circles, finger thrusts. Sweat beads forehead, drips between cleavage. Breathless gasps rip out. Red haze devours reason.

Blaze erupts. Fingers fly furious, clit screams under assault. His mouth claims nipple, sucks hard. Body arches, spine bows. Heart explodes, veins pulse fire. ‘Faster!’ he growls. Waves crash—muscles seize, gush floods hand. Scream tears throat, raw animal. Convulse, collapse, skin scorched, lungs heave. Stars burst behind lids. Total. Devouring.

The Savage Blaze

But not done. He rises, pants drop. Cock springs thick, veined, rigid. Never touched one real. ‘Your turn—cure me too.’ Palm wraps hot shaft, velvet steel. Stroke slow, up down. He groans deep, hips buck. Pre-cum beads, smears silky. Pace quickens, grip tightens. Balls heavy, slap rhythm. His hand fists my hair gentle, eyes lock feral. Faster, twist wrist. Veins bulge, head swells purple. Grunts animal, body tenses. Eruption—ropes splatter belly hot, sticky. He shudders, roars muffled. Collapse beside, our sweat mingles.

Ashes settle slow. Skin still tingles, pussy throbs tender, aftershocks ripple. His seed cools tacky on flesh. Heart slows to thunder echo. Gaze meets his—complicit fire banked. ‘Daily,’ he says. ‘Bernard next.’ Promise nods, lips curve wicked. No more virgin dread. Body alive, humming. Danger tasted, craved more. Drive home, thighs sticky, smile secret. Night dreams wet, hands wander free. Cure? Addiction. Total possession waits tomorrow.