Salish was a good wife.
So when her husband booked her a session with the sex doctor in an attempt to spice up their marriage, Salish readily agreed to attend.
As Salish stepped into the clinic, the first thing she noticed was the color. The clinic was a riot of pale pink, like a giant marshmallow dream come true. The walls were a soft rose, the carpets a delicate blush and the furniture… oh, the furniture. Plush pink sofas lined the waiting area, pillows poofier than a poodle’s fur tossed casually here and there and a collection of glamorous flamingo statues struck sassy poses on a nearby shelf.
Salish pressed her lips together to keep from giggling. It felt a bit ridiculous and a bit over the top but hey, it was her first time ever at a sex clinic so maybe this was the norm.
“Welcome, Ms. Salish!” a perky voice called.
Salish turned to come face to face with a nurse who looked like she had just stepped straight out of some Playboy magazine. The nurse was a bouncy blonde bombshell in
