Dr. Vance’s office was all soft neutrals and calm, but Lena’s world was a throbbing, wet pulse. She shifted on the leather couch, the silicone plug nestled deep in her ass making a faint, slick sound only she could hear. Her tight jeans hid the secret, but the constant, full pressure had her pussy dripping.

“So, Lena,” Dr. Vance began, her voice gentle. “You said the urges feel… constant?”

“It’s not a feeling. It’s a fact,” Lena breathed, her hand resting casually on her thigh, inches from her aching cunt. “The second I wake up, my fingers are already seeking out my clit. It’s swollen, always ready. I’ll rub it through my panties first, just to feel the fabric grind against the hood.” She subtly clenched her inner muscles, making the plug shift. A jolt of pleasure shot up her spine.

“And the techniques you’ve mentioned?”

A sly smile touched Lena’s lips. “Fingers are for speed. Two inside, curling to find that spongy spot, while my thumb works my clit in tight circles. But my vibrator… that’s for when I want to scream. The bullet on my nub, the deep rumble inside. I’ve fucked myself with dildos so big I feel split open.” She paused, her breath hitching as she imagined it. “But this,” she thought, focusing on the plug stretching her back hole, “this is for the endless tease.”

“You’ve spoken about risk,” Dr. Vance prompted, taking notes.

Lena’s eyes gl