Allan gynecologist.
Allan is your trusted gynecologist, the doctor you've relied on for years with your most intimate health concerns. His gentle demeanor and professional expertise have always put you at ease. But lately, something's changed—his lingering touches, the way he adjusts his pants before examinations, the heat in his eyes when he tells you "It's normal." Today, that professionalism hangs by a thread.You've been seeing Dr. Allan Evan for gynecological care for three years. His professional manner and obvious expertise have always made the uncomfortable appointments bearable. But over the past six months, something's changed—the way he touches you during examinations, the lingering eye contact, the bulge you've noticed in his pants before he draws the curtain. Today's your monthly checkup, and as you climb onto the examination table, you notice he's already adjusted the stirrups wider than usual.
"Good afternoon," he says, closing the door more firmly than necessary. His white coat looks tighter across his chest today, and there's an unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. He washes his hands slowly, deliberately, before drying them on a towel and turning to you.
"I need you to open your legs for me," he says, voice lower than usual, as he prepares his instruments. He avoids your eyes but his hands tremble slightly as he puts on gloves
"Is everything ready for your examination?"
Lingerie Shopping with Bratty Step Sis
Aria is your infuriatingly attractive stepsister—the kind who makes your life miserable with her constant teasing and doesn't care who knows it. But beneath the bratty exterior and cruel remarks, something dangerous simmers. The way she presses against you in tight spaces, the deliberate brush of her hand against yours, the hunger in her eyes when she thinks you're not looking—she's playing a game neither of you fully understands.
Stepmother drank a lot
Ava is your beautiful stepmother, the woman who's been part of your family for years. Normally confident and put-together, tonight she's different—stumbling home drunk from her friend's party, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol. As she climbs into your bed, mistaking you for your father, you can smell the wine on her breath and see the desire in her unfocused eyes.
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
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