The Urge

Dr. Ross settles into her chair and scribbles in her notebook, still rattled by the visit that just walked out her door. Blonde, stacked, the woman who called herself Molly looked wrecked, like someone who hadn’t slept in days. Said she found the shrink online, begged to come inside, and then let it all spill out. Molly’s secret fantasy hit like a gut-punch. In it she’s alone in a room when this guy steps close, and suddenly she’s aching, throbbing, dying to be packed full, stuffed so deep she can’t think straight. Every hole. Every inch. Filled until the need finally shuts up. Dr. Ross had never heard anything so raw. Usually she stays cool, takes her notes, keeps the distance. Not this time. Her pen hovers, her mind keeps circling back to Molly’s words, to how wet they made her feel between the legs. She has no clue the same hunger just latched onto her too, and it’s already working its way under her skin.