Wet Desires
A woman stepped out.
Mid-thirties, auburn hair in a low bun, white nurse’s dress that looked vintage and obscene at the same time, short, starched, hugging curves. Heels. Clipboard in hand. She smiled at me, soft and professional, like she hadn’t just watched me get railed into another dimension.
“Lila, this is Nurse Carter,” Dr. Rylan said, perfectly composed. “She documents certain advanced sessions. Purely for clinical accuracy.”
Nurse Carter’s eyes flicked to the wet spot on the couch, to my swollen lips, to the fingerprints blooming on my thighs. She made a neat note.
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