Detailed Encounter #1
I had noticed her upon entering the offices. She was a fascinating complexity of soft charm and organized business motions. As I waited for my appointment with you, Doctor, I couldn?t help but admire your taste in your secretary, if not in your building. Such dismal suites to hold your esteemed personage, I?ll be honest, I almost left seconds after my arrival. But, She. She, kept me there.


I liked watching her. The fluttering movements of her hands as she sent them engaging over her keyboard and scrawling ink across a memo accompanied the sounds of her soft breathing and her sweet voice when she answered your phone. She was worth taking a moment.


After our engagement I admittedly was a little ...hot. You see, I wanted you. I wanted to know the possession of your body and my fantasies had indulgently spun themselves across your couch, your desk, your office chair, and even your bookshelves. I was in the midst of a lurid fantasy that involved the rug that adorned that natty floor when you decided it was time to end our appointment. Which is good as I?m not very good in the self-control department. Impulsive desires are kind of my mode of operandi and I very much want to maintain a professional relationship and see this through.


You asked me to keep an account of my next three sexual encounters as you obviously feel that and (most assuredly recognize the very real) connection I have with intimacy. As I considered what I would write for you and how I would accomplish this assignment the very lovely Miss Beaumont asked me to lean across her desk and verify a schedule.


She has very beautiful eyes. A fitful soul though. Harboring such anxieties and uncertainties that she is very much like a young wine... so much rich potential and so unexplored. I truly hadn?t meant to follow through with that first initial connection but as I caught and held her gaze with my own I felt her sinking, falling...becoming entranced and it truly was the puckering of her oh-so-ripe nipples beneath the elegant chemise top that did me in.


I had to taste the sweet berries that she so prominently offered and I was in no mood to play nice about it. I moved around the desk before her seated position. ?You want me.? I commanded. And she breathily whispered yes, eyes widening in fright at the liquid response that was obvious to me and my empathic ways.


I hadn?t meant to rip that delicate silk chemise. It truly was a beautiful primrose color that accentuated her fair skin. I should have been more gentle in retrospect, especially considering how fragile her sense of self truly is, but I scraped back the thin straps of it and heard the fabric rip even as I gifted myself with the first sweep of my tongue across her flesh, tasting that budding offering. Twining my tongue about the nub and suckling it within my eagerly heated mouth.


There really is something to be said for a southern drawl when it?s moaning. Her sweet hesitance kept her from putting those manicured hands in my hair as I availed myself of both her firm and puckered breasts, instead I noted how rigidly she held to her office chair and such control...it demands something from me. It taunts me. I cannot resist the call.


I lowered myself to my knees before her and used the sensual glide of my silken covered flesh to easily nudge her knees apart and slide between her thighs. The slick slide of my hot mouth left a glistening path over her delightful abdomen and I stopped to flick my tongue inside her navel.


She really needs a piercing there. A quiet rebellion. Her own little secret. I shall encourage it.


But that thought was fleeting as the scent rose up to greet my hunger. I flipped up her pink trimmed skirt buried my face there against the flimsy piece of cloth that separated me from my urgent desire. Eagerly I lapped at it, aiding in the already gathered wetness found there. Her soft southern drawling moans were turning me on and I admittedly was more forceful than I had intended to be. Using the curl of my own pink fingernails I gingerly pulled that swath of satin to the side and plunged my tongue within her. Thrusting, simulating the copulation she desired and I wanted to see.


I tongue fucked her until she came apart for me and then gently lapped at the tremors of her flesh, sending a soothing swirl to grace her clit in subtle apology for my lack of foreplay or restraint.


I let her regain her control, her demeanor that of a genteel within seconds and we cordially departed, I with my next appointment date in hand as Miss Beaumont is ever efficient at her duties.


Your secretary truly is an asset, Doctor Shilo, and one I greatly enjoyed.

Thank you.

With the thin rim pinched between his forefinger and thumb, Euriya drew the eyeglasses from their perch upon the bridge of his nose and tossed them on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his torso and legs as much as he could while reclined in such a prone position, and unleashed a yawn that was the epitome of such an action's definition.

In his hand he held a letter, and upon this letter was scribed the very detailed encounter of his most scandalous patient. He knew when he had given her the instructions to notate her next three engagements that they would be in-depth -- lucid details that would put most smut magazines to shame -- but what he hadn't expected was the recipient of her endeavors to be one so close to home. The concurrence composed on the page that he held wasn't about some random stranger or regulatory lover, but about his sweet and astute secretary, Dusky Beaumont.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the imagery that such a cogent recollection generated, concerned that perhaps it was one of the patient's many powers that caused his mind to swirl with vivid clarity. He was well aware that taking on a patient such as her would be dangerous, though he had to admit that never once had he felt susceptible or exposed by her. If anything, the sincerity she showed in their sessions pertaining to a better internal understanding of herself seemed absolutely genuine.

Again, a twinge of concern flared. He needed to make sure that he wasn't mixing sincerity with persuasion.

He wasn't exactly sure how to handle such an occurrence either. While it did cross professional boundaries, Euriya wasn't sure if those protocols were accurate any longer in their new home. The procedures they had outlined in their medical principles were intended for a world where seduction couldn't be magically obtained with the wink of an eye. Where they came from, such powers didn't exist, so having a doctrine that forbade voluntary involvement in such activities was logical and, in a word, necessary. Here, practicing medicine in a world filled with angels and werewolves and dragons and wraiths, the mundane connotation of their ideology was dulled of its philosophical threat, and ostensibly obsolete.

"Doctor?" Came the sweet southern accent of his secretary over the intercom. "There is a reporter from The Post on line two. Says he'd like to talk to you about a pending investigation."

"Thank you, Miss Beaumont." He replied as his eyes turned back and forth between the page and the blinking face of the system phone. Perhaps he wouldn't have to handle it at all. "Miss Beaumont, I need you to come here for a second. There is a paper I need you to file away."