This is wholly and entirely fiction. It is a project of my own imagination
Tags: M/F, Roleplay, CFNM, rimming, creampies, dirty talk, spit, fingering (F on M)
Warning: Harsh language is used in role play by characters
The dark brown leather of the office couch stuck to the part of my thighs between my knee and the 5.5-inch inseam of my mocha Lululemon shorts. There was such a social stigma around men over college age wearing shorts that I’d never understood. It’s 87 degrees in New York today, 15 degrees hotter than that down on the subway platform.
If I looked like a manchild, so be it. I’d do my best to mitigate the heat. At least here in Dr. Swift’s office she kept the air conditioning to a delightfully cold 62 degrees. It required a persistent visit from an HVAC specialist, but on days like today, her dedication to clients like me made all the difference in the world.
Lying back on a psychologist’s couch felt cliched, that I was playing a role. But here, doc had me at ease that whatever I did, it was my earnest self. Doctor Swift was adept at poking and prodding exactly where I didn’t want her to.
The heels of her black leather Prada ankle boots clicked against the exposed, aged hard wood floors with a rhythm of confidence. Having a psychologist that radiated the bravado of a fashion model and dressed like one to boot was incredibly daunting as a man.
In her heeled boots, Dr. Swift approached six feet in height. She sat across from me in a high backed, black upholstered chair that was less than a month old. Doc’s long sleeve white shirt was tucked neatly into tight black slacks which disappeared behind the Prada leather. The shirt was finished with a large, black bow that complimented the bottom half of her attire and pulled the look together.
“So, Nick, did you work on the techniques we discussed last week?” Taylor asked, opening up a black leather binding for a note pad and thumbing to her session notes from last week. I nodded and began to reply, “Yes, my girlfriend and I explored edging with curiosity last Saturday night ,after we’d gone out for dinner.”
The blonde looked up from her notes with an encouraging smile and replied “that’s really great, and you both got to experience delayed gratification?” The images were hard to suppress. My girlfriend was sitting behind me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her left hand over my mouth, her right hand gripping my erection like a vice stroking up and down so slowly it felt impossible.
“Yes, she used pseudo domination to make me beg,” I said, thinking about how she teased me. “That’s right baby, who’s my fucking good boy,” she whispered as softly nibbled on the love of my ear.
“That’s really great to hear Nick, I know you were struggling with expressing everything you wanted from your girlfriend sexually. It’s awkward, not everyone has the same tastes, so you don’t want to come off as intimidating” Doc replied, thumbing over to a fresh page of her note pad.
“Now, I know you had mentioned it’s new for her to play as the domme sexually, how did she take to this?” Doctor Swift asked, looking up with a furrowed brow. As she scribbled down onto the pad, her gold Cartier love bangles jingled as a reminder of just how wealthy she was.
“She started to come out of her shell a bit, she’s cursing when she talks dirty and isn’t breaking character the way she used to,” Doctor Swift made a note in the margin and looked up, resting her silver-sleeved peen on the inside spine of the binder.
“So, what is it you’re trying to get to in these scenarios where you’re conceding control?” The psychologist asked, bringing her hands up from her lap to gesture as she spoke. On the wrist opposite her bracelets, a yellow Gold Rolex Submariner caught the glare of the midafternoon Manhattan sun through the window and hit my eyes.
I adjusted on the couch slightly, and took a breath as I replied. “It took me a while to be taken seriously by women,” I started to explain. “I guess part of me was willing to do anything to be looked at sexually and it really continued pushing envelopes until I got to the point now where I’d say I’m a kinky person.”
Doc smirked at the admission and asked “so, what would you like to do about that? It’s not really a problem so long as you don’t let kink become an obsession.”
I felt my Apple Watch vibrate slightly, out of the corner of my eye I saw a text from my bank populate the screen “transfer confirmed” it read as I turned back towards my psychologist.
“I guess finding ways to use my sexual appetite to get closer to my girlfriend,” I continued on, beginning to formulate thoughts as I spoke. “I want to do for her what she does to me,” I choked chuckling “does for me,” I corrected the slip speaking volumes.
“What does she want you to do?” Doctor Swift asked, unsure why I was being opaque.
“She wants me to be naked around her while she’s completely dressed, she wants to explore a more controlling, explicit sub/domme dynamic” I explained, getting to the crux of the point. “She wants to be dressed impeccably well, full face of makeup, her best jewelry and an outfit that conveys authority while I’m totally naked,” I said, rambling in excitement at the thought, feeling blood leave my brain and rush down between my legs.
“And that excites you Nick? You’d find sexual pleasure in being her submissive?” Doctor Swift asked, closing the binder on her lap and placing it on the circular wooden table to her left.
I gulped and nodded. I was distracted now, my erection was becoming hard to ignore beneath my shorts which I’m sure Doc Swift noticed.
I heard her clear her throat and snap her fingers.
I was on command now.
“Strip. Don’t waste my time.” She said in a biting, aggravated tone.
I jerked up from the couch and began yanking my clothes off. The matching mocha athleisure top was quickly followed by the shorts, my white Calvin Klein briefs, my white leather sneakers ,and finally my black ankle-cut socks. There I stood, my erection stiffening by the second, the cold air conditioning caking my exposed skin in a chill and goosebumps shooting up my body.
“That’s really as hard as it gets?” Taylor said, rising from her chair and planting her hands on her hips. “No ma'am, I can get more erect,” I replied, submitting my way into character.
“Stick out your never-worked-a-day in your life hands,” she snapped, which I quickly obliged. The tall blonde crossed the hardwood floor between us, puckered her lips several times to build up a mouthful of saliva and spit into my open palms. Taylor was well hydrated, the spit was fluid and runny, though still hot to the touch.
“Get it as hard as you can, I’ll be testing you fucking loser,” Taylor barked, getting into her authority role. I nodded and thanked her “yes ma’am, thank you for the opportunity to please you,” I went on taking my favored right hand and gripping midway down the shaft, coating my member in her hot spit. I moved at a modest, not greedy pace, which only brought more scorn.
“What? Are you fantasizing about sticking that worthless cock inside one of my holes?” She snarled back at me. “Yes Doctor, I was thinking about penetrating your vagina and gratifying myself to completion,” I answered honestly, feeling my erection stiffen further.
The good Doctor stood about 2 feet away from me, her eyes darting up and down my body from my eyes, to my masturbation and back again. Her blue eyes seemed to widen alongside the stiffness of my cock and caught her biting her pouty lower lip.
“I think the good Doctor might have a voyeur streak in her,” I mused aloud, as for the first time she broke a modest smile, unable to contain her arousal. “You’re a sick fuck, Nick, I’m teaching you a lesson, and you think I’d be turned on ?” She rhetorically asked, reaching up to the collar of her satin shirt and untying the large black decorative bow from the collar.
The blonde held the bow in her right hand, and then said, “time to pretty you up.” "Walking behind me, Taylor tied the bow around my neck, tugging it tight before spanking my bare ass harshly and squeezing the right cheek as the sting spread across my skin."She teased “it’s all mine anyway,” running her hand up my back and coming to rest at the center of my lats where she softly dragged her nails and then asked “do you feel close to completion?”
In all honesty, I’d had an erection from the moment I walked into the room. Taylor and I had spent the last several days discussing a therapist-based roleplay, ironing out the details to bring my fantasy to life. Walking into the library which we’d moved furniture around in to simulate an office brought me to complete attention. Taylor was a natural dominant, and she’d taken to controlling me with ease.
“Yes ma'am, I am incredibly excited and could bring myself to completion at any moment,” I answered, my voice wavering as my attention shifted more and more to my aching balls.
“That’s what purports to be an erection these days?” She rhetorically asked, turning away from me and returning to the large wooden desk in front of the wall of bookshelves where she partially disappeared reaching into a drawer. My gorgeous, goddess of a girlfriend plopped a large black leather doctor’s bag onto the desk and went on further “I think you’re not getting the most from your erection, do you mind if I conduct a few tests?” She asked.
I gulped harshly. We’d discussed going further over cocktails and dinner a few nights earlier and when I saw the box of latex gloves and the blue-lidded jar of petroleum jelly appear on the desk, my heart skipped a beat.
Taylor didn’t say anything, she began to roll up the sleeves of her dress shirt and then tore the box of gloves open. One at a time, the good doctor pulled the blue latex down over her fingers and then opened the jar. “I’m going to get it harder, and you’re going to be thankful you have such a good doctor,” Taylor said, smirking and rubbing the palms of her hands together, spreading the lubricant evenly.
She crossed the room and, instead of kneeling, dropped into a deep squat like a baseball catcher. “If you cum without permission, you’ll never fucking orgasm again,” she snarled from the squat.
Taylor had been persistent in her questioning. “How did I like to masturbate? What type of lubricant did I prefer? Should she be clothed or naked? Did I like dirty talk?” It was really endearing how hard she was trying even though it was outside her comfort zone.
I’d have never known this type of minx was inside, waiting to be tapped in on, but as she brought her glove adorned hands up to my length, she drove her elbow into my inner thigh, forcing my legs wider. Then, in one fluid motion, she ran her left hand up my inner thigh, grazed her index finger along my rim, traced up to my balls, and began to slowly fondle them. Simultaneously, Taylor gripped my shaft with surprising force, her hand, finding the midpoint of my 7 inches.
“Now that seems like you were holding out on me,” Taylor teased as she began to pump up and down my cock and played with my balls. Her manicure was fresh and French-tipped, but the latex gloves were turning me on even more. I’d always wanted to immerse deeper into role play and Taylor was fitting in perfectly.
Doctor Swift, I'm sorry I was being modest before, I didn't—Before I could finish, Taylor cut in: 'This is a pathetic excuse for a cock. Noticing the physical reaction, Taylor went on “my appointment… he’s as big as my forearm,” she taunted, biting her lip and looking up at me from between my legs.
Now she was getting into it.
Not so subtly, Taylor’s ball fondling continued to progress further down my body to my taint. Her fingers were exploring with curiosity and I knew she was about to send my eyes rolling back in my head. I’d personally explored butt play by myself with toys, Taylor even watched one time on a night we were mutually masturbating watching porn. She’d never have come out and said it, but she undoubtedly was excited about the proposition of taking my ass for herself.
Taylor’s hands, coated in petroleum jelly, kept a sloppy, wet rhythm against the base of my pelvis. My girlfriend was sending me to places I’d never felt, my toes were gripping against the carpet as hard as possible, my vision blurring.
Without warning, her left index finger breached my rim- I was hers. She made a subtle, ‘come here’ motion with only the first knuckle inside. I was whining and stammering beyond coherence. I couldn’t form words, just pants of desperate need.
Understanding what I need, Taylor said “that’s right you sick fuck, take that finger up your ass,” she encouraged, wiggling the digit up to her second knuckle and sending me over the edge.
“Doctor please, I’m not gonna make it, please may I come to completion?” I managed to muster out. I could feel individual beads of sweat tracking down my back, and on the rare moment I kept my eyes open, they dripped from my brow onto the carpet.
“Every patient thinks they’re ready to handle their doctor, they go from their session right home to their hand. They dream on and on about how they’d pleasure them so much and they’d fall in love. Here you are, I’m not even naked, I’ve only degraded you and you’re ready to orgasm from a little foreplay,” she went on, driving the entire finger into me, wiggling it slowly beckoning me over the edge.
Taylor, always eager to impress, moved directly in front of me now. Still holding an incredibly deep squat, she pumped my shaft over her face, the finger still reminding me how good my prostate felt, she relented “Don’t spill a fucking drop, or I’m going into my bag again,” she said, encouraging me to come to completion inside her mouth.
The Good Doctor was now jerking me so hard I could feel my heels lifting off the carpet to meet her fist. Her character now at least partially broken, Taylor had an amused, cocky smile looking up at me from between my legs. It was quite the surprise to find out my girlfriend loved swallowing but every single time she made my member disappear behind her pouty, red lips, it was intoxicating.
Now, with her left index finger fully in my ass, my shaft penetrating her lips and her right hand fondling my balls, I was getting pleasured to a euphoric end. My body was straining from head to toe, the harsh “GGGGGGSSSSS” of my cock hitting the back of Taylor’s tight, warm mouth was becoming impossible to hold off.
All I saw was white.
My knees buckled. I thrusted as fast as I could, my body began to tingle from head to toe.It was the same full-body tingle as when a foot falls asleep, except spreading everywhere at once. I shot five ropes past her lips and directly down her throat. I felt bad at the moment, we hadn’t been intimate in several nights and the backlog was almost certainly being taken out on Taylor’s throat. She coughed harshly, pulling up off my cock, coughing, trying to find her breath after swallowing 4 days worth of my load.
I collapsed backwards onto the couch. My bare ass stuck to the upholstery, and I became suddenly aware of just how drenched in sweat I was. I heard Taylor’s breathing begin to slow and her usual post orgasm chuckles of amusement start.
“Now, when I say, ‘get erect again’ what strategy have we decided on?” Taylor asked, somehow finding the good sense to progress to proper sex. I was curling up onto my side naturally, a string of cum still dripping from my tip and my eyes found Taylor’s. “Well, when my girlfriend and I are going multiple rounds, I usually ask to lick her ass,” I replied honestly.
The confidence must’ve had Taylor ready to go faster than I’d anticipated because when I glanced back from staring into space, she was pushing up to her feet and walking towards the desk again. “Show me. Make me feel like my sweaty asshole is a drink of water after wandering the desert,” she replied, leaning forward over the desk and dropping her pants while keeping her boots on. I was stunned to see Taylor’s full, bare ass with no underwear. Going commando always made her sweatier and it made me all the more feral.
Like clockwork, I felt my cock beginning to stir at the sight of the world’s most coveted ass. Every single time I saw Taylor’s naked form, it was just as exhilarating as the first time. While I was off in my day dream, I heard the biting “what, scared of a real woman’s ass?” As a taunt.
I was coaxed into action, and wanted to enjoy the role play more. “I just don’t know, my girlfriend is already gonna be furious I got a blowjob from my therapist, and I can’t lie to her, she knows everything,” I offered, standing entirely naked, cock stiffening as I stepped closer. With each step, the visible buildup of sweat on Taylor’s ass glistened more. I couldn’t help it, I leaned in, pressing my nose to the small of her back and drawing a slow deep breath.
“Ahhhhhh” I groaned in pleasure from the scent. Without wasting a moment, I stretched out my tongue, lapping up the sweat down her back. Taylor’s skin was impossibly smooth, as if she’d never had body hair in her life. As my tongue reached the start of her ass crack, she once again taunted me. “Should’ve guessed a little bitch like you only liked male assholes,” she growled.
Getting down onto my knees, I reached up with both hands, spreading the firm cheeks to grant better access. In the 4 months we’d been dating, Taylor had refined her fitness program and added 10 pounds of muscle in all the right places.
I lapped my tongue down the entire length of her crack, down to her taint-up and down, up and down. If there were a flavor of ice cream that tasted like Taylor’s sweat, it’s all I’d ever order. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, my hands gripping hard onto her butt, my licks graduating into slurps and kisses. I could feel Taylor’s legs straining, her thick thighs flexing against my shoulders with much of my face hidden between her cheeks.
Taylor’s nails were dug into the desk, my fake psychologist, the girlfriend of my dreams, was unraveling. My tongue zeroed in on the ring of her asshole, lapping in a circle, clockwise, the tip of my tongue coming close to penetrating over and over again. Taylor’s breathing would accelerate every time she anticipated the moment to come only to groan in disappointment when my tongue returned to the outer ring.
With my face firmly wedged up Taylor’s ass, I felt confident enough that I could only use one hand to keep access. With my right hand, I found my cock, throbbing again. I went slow, basking in the taste of a day without a shower, twisting my wrist midway down the length of my erection and feeling the blood rush once again. I stopped holding back, straining my neck, I pushed my tongue inward, forcing it deeper
I fell into a rhythm, driving forward with relentless focus. With each push, my tongue got slightly more access and Taylor’s grunts of pleasure grew louder in their echo off the walls.
“That’s right you fucking loser, eat my sweaty asshole, you know I worked out this morning? Hot yoga. No panties.” she teased. The admission made my cock twitch against my palm. Fuck… that was close.
Taylor was pushing my buttons to no end and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I knew, more than anything, I wanted to be inside her, bodies pressed together, her body under mine, pressed against the antique desk we’d picked out two weeks prior. But even now, after all the theatrics, the months of equity built up, I didn’t want to break up the immersion, I was still her patient, her still my psychologist.
Up above me, Taylor was now trolling her hips back, meeting my tongue-fucking herself on it.
“That’s right baby, how does your doctor’s ass taste?” She asked, wiggling her hips and motor boating my face with her cheeks.
I mumbled back, not daring to break the bond between her anus and my tongue. Sensing I couldn’t answer, she reached back and yanked my head up by the hair, granting me air. “It tastes like everything I ever imagined sitting across from you in our sessions” I said and drew a smile.
“Okay, now you need to fuck me as good as my 5:15 usually does,” Taylor said, once again tugging on the strings of my inner cuck. I sighed aloud in contemplation. I desperately wanted Taylor to keep the designer boots on as we fucked like animals. For a moment I debated asking her to remove her pants entirely and put the boots back on. Way too impractical.
I stood, her blue bow loosely tied around my neck as a reminder of how we started and took my cock into my right palm again. I stood about two feet away, took a deep, labored breath in a weak attempt to compose myself and stepped forward. I reached for Taylor’s boots, tugging down the silver-plated side zippers and freeing her bare feet. While I absolutely adored her arches, this moment was now about her pleasure as much as it was mine. Following up, I managed to get her pants down the final 3rd of her legs and revealed every last bit of their smoothness.
I reached up to her waist, where she pulled me inward by the bow. In a haze, our lips found each other, her long legs wrapping around my waist as we kissed hungrily, my cock grinding against her bare cunt. We simultaneously moaned into each other’s mouths, our kisses ravenous with hunger. Taylor’s tongue met with the taste of her own ass-which had my cock dripping precum between her legs. I could feel every weighted squat in the grip of her thighs around my waist
Losing the character for just a moment, Taylor broke our kiss, our jaws slick with it, and whispered through a perfect white smile, “please just fuck me already,” before patting me on the chest as a signal to get to it.
I took a step back from the desk to find the proper angle, every last bit of Taylor’s hairless, innie pussy on full display. I couldn’t help but steal glances, even in the midst of intimacy because it was surreal every single time. I dripped some spit from my mouth into my palm, coated my dick and stepped back up. I guided my tip along her wet folds, teasing her entrance for a few passes before finally moving my hand and pushing inward.
We always locked eyes at the moment of penetration and our matching gasps revealed just how much we both needed relief. I started off slowly, guiding Taylor’s legs up around my waist again, trying to lock her ankles together, the heels of her feet coming to rest on the shelf of my butt.
The pace was savory, I didn’t want to rush what was going to be a short time. As often as we fooled around, I still struggled to last more than a few minutes outside of our standard rotation — missionary, doggy style, cowgirl — in the familiar comfort of our California king.
Taylor, sensing my apprehension to rush through it snapped back into character. What, does cheating have you scared? Can't fuck me like that prude girlfriend of yours — do you even have a girlfriend?' she teased, reaching up from beneath me, dragging her nails from my chest down my stomach to my hips.
Taylor’s nails raking down my hips was all the invitation I needed.
I stopped thinking.
The careful cadence I’d been trying to keep dissolved the moment her nails dug in. I drove forward, my palms flat on the desk on both sides and felt her whole body jerk with the first hard thrust. The antique desk under us, a sharp, guttural sound escaped her. Involuntary, not part of her character.
Taylor started to find it again, “there it is,” she said, her voice trying to become a doctor again even though she was white knuckling the desk. “That’s what you’re holding back.”
I drove forward again with my whole body and forced breath from her body with the thrust.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said tightly, though her hips were instinctually rolling back to meet mine. “You’re not special. I do this for all my difficult patients.”
I built the pace with intent. I could feel her, warm and slick, gripping with every withdrawal. I watched her work hard to maintain the composure, the tension in her jaw every time I pushed with my full length. She was fighting it. That was the best part.
“Harder,” she said. The word came out more like an order than dismissive and she knew it. She covered the break quickly “I haven’t got all day.”
I gave her harder.
I wrapped my free arm around her and pulled her entirely up off of the desk. Both of us upright, her chest pressed against mine, my cock driving upward into her, her feet only grazing the floor. She grabbed the base of my neck, and brought her forehead to mine with her core strength.
“Come on then,” she said quietly. The doctor’s voice, but softer and authority waning for possession. “Stop dragging it out. Give it to me.”
Her nails broke the skin.
“Now” she repeated.
I buried myself as deep as I could and came harder than the first time, my whole body locking down around her, her name not quite surviving the journey out of my throat. I felt myself pulsing inside her in long, deep waves and her grip on my hip tightened through every single one, her own breath finally, genuinely unraveling against my jaw.
She didn't say anything for a long moment.
Then, the doctor entirely gone, she exhaled.
Not a laugh. Not a line. Just air leaving her body and her weight settling back into mine, her hand releasing my hip and resting open against my thigh instead.
"Hi," she said. Barely above a whisper.
There she was.
"Hi," I said into her hair.
We stayed like that until our breathing settled, chests stuck to each other like velcro, both of us looking at nothing, the fake office wrecked around us. After a while she reached up and loosened the bow from my neck with both hands, slowly, letting the satin drag across my throat before dropping it on the desk.
She turned around to face me. Something had settled in her expression: warm and unguarded and only ever visible in private.
"Your turn," I said.
She tilted her head. The corner of her mouth moved.
"My turn," she agreed, smiling.
I got down onto my knees on the hardwood, the same floor she'd crossed an hour ago to spit in my palms. The reversal wasn't lost on either of us. Taylor leaned back against the desk and looked down at me settling between her legs. Her dominant composure was already slipping at the edges, the slight shift of her weight giving her away.
"You look very comfortable down there," she said.
"I am."
I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs to her hips and drew her forward off the desk just enough to find the angle I wanted. She was wet more than I'd expected, the inside of her thighs slick with a mixture of her arousal and what I'd left behind and I took a slow moment just to admire her, open and flushed and entirely mine.
"Don't make it weird," she said, though her voice had already dropped half a register.
"Wasn't planning to."
I started slowly and deliberate, the flat of my tongue in a long, unhurried pass from her entrance upward, tasting everything we'd just done together. She made a sharp sound immediately and her hand went to the back of my head, not directing, just landing there. Her version of asking.
I kept the pressure light and worked patiently, learning from her breathing the way I always did. Taylor's arousal built from the inside out; she didn't perform it, didn't narrate it, just let it accumulate in small physical tells. The slight quickening of her breath. The way her free hand found the edge of the desk behind her. The first moment her hips moved toward me rather than away.
I focused on her clit steady, consistent, reading every micro-response. When her breathing shifted I stayed exactly where I was. I'd learned that lesson early: when something worked, you didn't get creative.
"Right there," she said quietly. Then, after a breath: "Please don't stop."
Taylor didn't say please often.
I slid two fingers inside her slowly, palm up and felt her clench immediately around them. She exhaled hard through her nose. I curled them forward and held the pressure there, not moving much, letting my mouth continue its work while my fingers stayed steady against that spot inside her that made her jaw go slack.
"Oh—" she started, and didn't finish.
Her thighs were trembling now, the muscles in them tightening against either side of my head in slow pulses. Her grip in my hair had gone from resting to genuine, her fingers curled tight, and she was breathing through her mouth in shallow increments. The rhythm of her hips against my face had become its own thing: unconscious, unpolished, completely real.
"Nick." Just my name. Barely above a whisper.
I pressed my fingers deeper and felt her whole body answer.
Her thighs clamped around my head and she came apart slowly, not all at once but in long rolling waves, her hips stuttering forward with each one, her breath breaking into pieces and struggling to reassemble. A soft, unguarded sound escaped her that she absolutely would not acknowledge later. I kept my fingers still inside her and let my tongue go softer, gentler, riding it out with her until the trembling in her thighs subsided and the grip in my hair went completely lax.
I stayed until she pushed the heel of her hand gently against my forehead, always her signal and I looked up.
Taylor was staring at the ceiling. Her chest was rising and falling with visible effort, a flush spread across her collarbones and the base of her throat. One hand still resting loosely on top of my head. After a long moment she looked down.
"Hi," she said. Her voice was wrecked in the best possible way.
"Hi."
"You have—" she gestured vaguely at my face.
"I know."
She laughed again low and genuine and reached down, pulling me up off the floor by both hands. We stood there in the ruins of her fake office: furniture displaced, her slacks somewhere near the bookshelf, the doctor's bag splayed open on the desk, the bow draped over the edge like an afterthought. She looked around at it briefly and then looked back at me.
She slowly kissed me, no character attached to it at all, tasting herself on my lips without any comment and then rested her forehead against mine.
"Good session," she said.
"Very productive."
"I'm going to need a shower."
"We both are."
She pulled back just enough to look at me, and something settled in her expression warm and private and entirely hers. She picked up the bow from the desk and hung it loosely back around my neck.
"Keep it," she said. "Souvenir."
Topic: Safe Words: Chapter 1 The Good Doctor (Starring Taylor Swift) (Read 421 times)