Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
It's almost as if I'm on stage and under the spotlight. Almost like I'm about to perform or something. Then again, that's kinda what I've signed up to do. If Dr. Somebody says 'jump', my role as Temptation means all I can ask in return is 'how high'.
The thought should've made me shrink or run away, but my nipples are all pointed instead while my thighs are visibly trembling. I'm aching all over, but more importantly than everything else—-
I'm distracted.
I'm just so distracted that my cancer-free sister having a lovely time under the Greek sun is the last thing in my mind, and it's this that makes me whisper, "Yes, Doctor. I'm naked now."
"Excellent."
His tone is actually clinical, and I'm torn between laughing nervously and whimpering.
"Now...please train your gaze on your vulva."
My...vulva?
"I'm talking about your pussy, Temptation."
Oh.
God.
It's my first time to hear him say that word, and the sheer filthiness of it is just...it's just very much like him.
How is it that everything about this stranger threatens and seduces me at the same time?
"Are you looking at your pussy now?"
My gaze strays down as commanded.
"Y-Yes."
"Will you describe to me how it looks like?"
The question alone makes my body tighten, and that includes said pussy, which I have no idea how to describe.
"I d-don't think I can..."
"I'm not giving you a choice, Temptation."
His tone has become even gentler, but it's also this that makes me shiver.
"Describe it to me, please."
Oh God.
I bite my lip as my gaze drifts over my womanhood.
"If you need a little help..."
"Yes," I say quickly.
"Then start with the color of your flesh."
"P-pale. And pink."
A moment passes.
"And your labia majoria?"
"M-My w-what?"
"The outer folds of your pussy," Dr. Somebody explains in the same clinical voice. "How are they?"
"They're...wet."
"How wet?"
"Um..."
"Is it wet enough to make your flesh glisten?"
Oh. God. Yes.
I'm not even aware that I've whimpered the words out until I hear him ask, "Are you alright, Temptation? You sound rather...distraught."
I nearly laugh.
Distraught?
Nuh-uh.
It's more like I'm desperately drowning in desire, but since I haven't the guts to be that blunt—-
"I'm a-alright," is all I can stammer, even as the mere sound of his voice makes my 'labia majoria' swell like it's begging to be kissed...or spanked.
"I know this is a lot for you, but we must continue with your self-examination. For your own good, of course."
The words 'yeah right' are brimming on my lips, but I can't let myself say them...since that would mean the end of Temptation, and real-life Leah waking up to this oh-so-dirty "encounter".
"Now that I have a good idea of the state of your vulva, I'll need you to confirm other things...by touch."
Just hearing him say the words make me feel embarrassed and horny, and oh, when I think of what he's about to ask me to touch—-
"Do you know what a clitoris is, Temptation?"
My heart pounds against my chest as I whisper 'yes'.
"And you know where to find it?"
"Yes, Doctor." Why is it so strangely liberating to say these words?
"And...have you ever touched it?"
"I..."
"The truth, Temptation."
My eyes squeeze shut as I make the most shameful admission. "I have. But never...directly."
"Why?"
The answer to that makes me squirm.
Do I really need to tell him?
But...
If I don't, wouldn't that mean I'm letting 'Leah' overrule Temptation?
A few more seconds pass before the words finally coming tumbling out of my mouth.
"I was shy."
"Of touching yourself?"
"Yes," I choke out.
"Why?"
"Because."
"Was someone watching you while you were doing it?"
I can only cut him off with a gasp. "No, of course not!"
"Or perhaps you've allowed someone to listen—-
"Doctor!"
"Then why were you feeling shy?"
Am I imagining things...or is that a hint of amusement I can hear from his voice?
My first thought is to snarl at him, but because I remember just in time that a girl like Temptation does not snarl—-
"Please don't laugh at me, Doctor."
I think...that's the first time in my life I've ever pouted, and I'm not sure what to feel about it.
"I apologize, Temptation. I wasn't laughing at you at all."
Ha!
Who's the one lying now?
"I know it's improper for me to admit to this—-"
Oh God.
His voice is all thick with lust again, and the sound has my pussy so, so wet I can feel moisture trickling down my thighs.
"But I actually found your explanation rather...adorable."
Adorable?
Real-life Leah would've hated being adorable, but Temptation?
The poor girl is just so sweet and dumb that she doesn't even realize it's indeed improper for a doctor to say such a thing to his patient. All she cares about is that this doctor with the world's sexiest voice is telling her she's adorable, and so all I hear myself say in the end—-
"Oh, Doctor. Really?"
The breathlessness of my tone makes me blush and squirm.
I can't believe I'm finding it so, so easy to play along like this, but at the same time I just don't want it to ever end.