Darling

I shifted uncomfortably in the waiting room chair, the thin paper gown already sticking to the backs of my thighs. The itch had started three days ago—sharp, persistent, right on my left nipple.

At first I ignored it. Then it got worse. Every time I brushed against it while getting dressed, or even absentmindedly touched it through my shirt, a jolt shot straight down between my legs. A warm, unwelcome tingle that made my pussy clench and my clit throb like it had its own heartbeat.

I couldn’t keep living like this so I made the decision to contact my regular gynecologist, Dr. Elena, and luckily she had an...