Dr. Bambolas Morning Pleasure: A Doctors Tale of Erotic

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The first golden rays of Monday morning streamed through the blinds of her quiet office, painting warm stripes across her desk where she sat, her breath already catching in her throat. Her fingers, cool from the morning air, traced idle patterns on her skin before closing around the smooth, sun-warmed glass. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back, her body arching subtly, each slow, deliberate movement sending quiet shivers of anticipation through her limbs. The world outside her door was a distant murmur, completely forgotten as she lost herself in the building warmth, her pulse a frantic drum against her own skin. A delicate flush crept up her neck, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sweet, coiling tension deep within her core. Later, the crisp white coat felt like a costume, a stark contrast to the lingering, liquid warmth that still hummed through her veins when her first patient arrived. Guiding him into the sterile examination room, her professional smile felt thin, a fragile veil over the raw need he seemed to sense instantly. His gaze was a tangible caress, and when his hand, large and warm, hesitantly found the small of her back, the last of her resolve melted away. She leaned into his solid strength, her body answering his unspoken question with a tremor of surrender, ready to be consumed by the fire they would now stoke together.