8 parts Complete MatureI felt the tinge of his hands as he wiped the swab stick right onto my vestibule, accompanying the motion with a press on my cervix, and that was when it all came back.
The clutch at my heart, the prick of my chest, the delight. Damn it all!
He pushed the swab an inch into my vulva, using his fingers to stretch the skin of my clitoris.
Believe me, I fell.
I fell deep into that sensation, I fell into the silence which had me now struck, I fell into the guilt that claimed me.
"I don't think you're fully healed in there" I heard him say.
Damn those teases of his!
I gave a judder as he introduced his index finger into me, being accompanied with his thumb.
He picked up an item off the tray, undoing its cap, and the next thing I felt was something greasing into the depths of my vulva.
"I applied some wax there..."
"It helps with the healing"
Now, if he said he knew not whatever he did to me, then I must term the mister one big liar, cause with those gasps heavy on my lips I believed it was no secret.
At every wipe, swab, and touch Dr. Miller gave, my body was sure to have a jolt, figure left shuddering from the teases of his hold.
He pushed his fingers even deeper into me, shoving a swab in there, and with a soft moan soon escaping my lips, our eyes met.
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Involved in an accident, Olivia Sanders finds herself crossing paths with City Hall's mysterious doctor.
What's up with the fellow, even? And why does every dame in town seem to have their hearts fallen for the lad?
Itching to know more of the striking doctor transferred from the shores of Italy, the lassie finds out that there's more than meets the eye after an unfortunate incident, knocks her right into the hold of the gentleman.
She finds herself crossed in a string of events, one which was bound to change the course of her life.
CONTENT WARNING: This story is purely a work of fiction!
It contains explicit narration of sexual practices that might be triggering to readers.
