Patient Confidentiality Be Damned Tonight

She was my patient, an actress needing help with anxiety before a big audition. Her breath caught as she told me about the role she wanted so badly, intense scenes of passion and power play. I felt myself harden behind that doctor-patient barrier. Her gaze dropped to my hands as they shifted through her files. "Tell me everything you need, doctor," she whispered, a sultry edge to her voice. I leaned in close, the scent of lavender from her shampoo enveloping me. "Do you trust me enough?" She nodded, eyes wide with anticipation, and I let my fingers slip beneath her scrubs, her skin was warm, soft against mine. My cock strained against my pants as I worked her over, exploring every inch of that curvy body. We kissed then, a heated collision of tongues and teeth. She moaned into me and whispered, "Make me yours tonight." I did. In the shadows of an empty exam room we lost ourselves to each other, my hand wrapped around her throat gently as I claimed her mouth and pussy. Afterwards, gasping for breath, she said, "Can we do it again?" It's confession time: what limits would you push if you were in my position? What rules would you break? Comment below.