The Therapist's Secret Love
There were times when passion overtook reason, and we would steal away to empty classrooms, avoiding cameras, where he would wrap me in his arms, his fingers tracing the hem of my uniform, his hot breath pressing against my neck, pinning me against the wall and claiming me with his dominant strength…
But after marriage, our intimacy had dimmed. Today, with no work to occupy me, I slipped into a snug sports vest and ultra-short shorts—thin, sheer, and revealing every curve—and began stretching in the living room, my body outlined and tantalizing. I leaned toward Jason, who sat on the carpet scrolling through his phone.
"Honey… want some?" I teased softly, letting the scent of desire drift tow
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