The Slut Doctor Gives Me a Happy Ending Test – Part 2

I didn’t go there for pleasure. I went because I had to. He closed the door, put on his gloves, and told me to relax, but the tension only increased. His hands were firm, confident, unrecoverably close for something that was supposed to be routine. She noticed all my reactions, my breathing, the way my body was betraying me. She didn’t stop. She did not take her eyes off. By the end of the appointment, I was no longer thinking about my health, just the release I wasn’t expecting and the silence that followed. I left knowing that that visit crossed a line and I don’t regret it for a second.