urgent.
Dr. Sherman,
I received a call from the hospital administration.
There have been two reports of an as-yet-unidentified virus spreading through the doctors’ offices. Administration is concerned it may reach the wards downstairs, and as a result has put the hospital in quarantine and locked down all doctors’ rooms.
Holy shit!
This was a first. Sam had never experienced a hospital lockdown. It seemed surreal, something that happened on TV, not in real life.
Maybe he was caught in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy . That would surely explain away the drama in his life this last week.
Until such time as the virus has been identified and contained, we’re confined to these rooms.
Fortunately the alert went out minutes ago, during your lunch hour, so there are no patients left in the waiting room. Still, I’ve taken the added precaution of locking the door.
Something prickled at the base of Sam’s spine, a tingle of awareness.
Just like that he grinned, his stomach filling with a familiar warmth.
It’s only you and me here, Sam.
Yeah, fuck warmth. That was heat searing his insides. Raging fire.
It’s only fair to warn you I may be affected. I believe I have picked up the virus. Fact, I believe I picked it up a while ago. Admin sent out a list of symptoms, and I’m suffering from a whole host of them, including, but not limited to:
Chills
Fever
Shivers
Difficulty concentrating
Fluctuating emotions
Uncontrollable bouts of crying
Flushed skin
Inability to catch breath
Pressure on the chest
Lightheadedness
Insatiable appetite for cupcakes
A deep ache in the belly
A mysterious attraction to the boss
Desperate urges to be kissed
Uncanny inability to keep clothes on
Disappearing underwear
It’s weird, Sam. When I came in this morning, I know I had on my panties and bra. But now, it doesn’t matter how hard I search, I can’t find them. I wonder if the virus affects memory as well?
I’m not at all well. What I need now is a doctor who can help analyze my symptoms and come up with an adequate course of treatment.
Do you know anyone I could contact?
I’ll wait right here, searching for that missing underwear, until I hear back from you. Hmmm, now that I think about it, I may have accidentally left my panties in the top drawer of your desk while you were talking to Nina and her mum at reception.
Silly me.
Oh, Jesus.
There it was again. The heart attack threatening to happen.
Sam tugged on the drawer, and there, nestled beside a pile of patient folders was a neatly folded, white lace and silk g-string.
Now I have to remember where I put my bra…
Much love always,
A feverish and flushed Molly
Sam had no idea how he managed to stand and walk out of his office. The massive erection that had sprung to life made every step an exercise in agony.
Clutched in his hand, burning a hole through his palm, was that wisp of lace and silk Molly had mislaid.
He barely made it a meter out of his door when he was forced to lean over and pick up a second wisp of lace and silk. Molly’s bra. Sam couldn’t help himself. He brought the lingerie to his face and rubbed it against his cheek.
The lace rasped over his skin, and a hint of Molly’s perfume hit his nose, citrus and sunshine boggling his brain. The woman had him so tied up in knots he couldn’t even think straight. So he followed his instinct and walked to the reception area.
Molly wasn’t looking for her bra. She was sitting at her desk, her blouse buttoned, eyes closed, vanilla cupcake in hand. She swiped a finger through the thick icing on top, scooped up a generous dollop, and proceeded to pop that finger in her mouth and lick it clean.
Her soft moan echoed through the waiting room and her face creased in pleasure.
The sound hit Sam in the gut. It was exactly how he’d imagined her moaning in his fantasies. Only it wasn’t her finger she was licking in his fantasy. And it wasn’t icing that
Dr. Sherman,
I received a call from the hospital administration.
There have been two reports of an as-yet-unidentified virus spreading through the doctors’ offices. Administration is concerned it may reach the wards downstairs, and as a result has put the hospital in quarantine and locked down all doctors’ rooms.
Holy shit!
This was a first. Sam had never experienced a hospital lockdown. It seemed surreal, something that happened on TV, not in real life.
Maybe he was caught in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy . That would surely explain away the drama in his life this last week.
Until such time as the virus has been identified and contained, we’re confined to these rooms.
Fortunately the alert went out minutes ago, during your lunch hour, so there are no patients left in the waiting room. Still, I’ve taken the added precaution of locking the door.
Something prickled at the base of Sam’s spine, a tingle of awareness.
Just like that he grinned, his stomach filling with a familiar warmth.
It’s only you and me here, Sam.
Yeah, fuck warmth. That was heat searing his insides. Raging fire.
It’s only fair to warn you I may be affected. I believe I have picked up the virus. Fact, I believe I picked it up a while ago. Admin sent out a list of symptoms, and I’m suffering from a whole host of them, including, but not limited to:
Chills
Fever
Shivers
Difficulty concentrating
Fluctuating emotions
Uncontrollable bouts of crying
Flushed skin
Inability to catch breath
Pressure on the chest
Lightheadedness
Insatiable appetite for cupcakes
A deep ache in the belly
A mysterious attraction to the boss
Desperate urges to be kissed
Uncanny inability to keep clothes on
Disappearing underwear
It’s weird, Sam. When I came in this morning, I know I had on my panties and bra. But now, it doesn’t matter how hard I search, I can’t find them. I wonder if the virus affects memory as well?
I’m not at all well. What I need now is a doctor who can help analyze my symptoms and come up with an adequate course of treatment.
Do you know anyone I could contact?
I’ll wait right here, searching for that missing underwear, until I hear back from you. Hmmm, now that I think about it, I may have accidentally left my panties in the top drawer of your desk while you were talking to Nina and her mum at reception.
Silly me.
Oh, Jesus.
There it was again. The heart attack threatening to happen.
Sam tugged on the drawer, and there, nestled beside a pile of patient folders was a neatly folded, white lace and silk g-string.
Now I have to remember where I put my bra…
Much love always,
A feverish and flushed Molly
Sam had no idea how he managed to stand and walk out of his office. The massive erection that had sprung to life made every step an exercise in agony.
Clutched in his hand, burning a hole through his palm, was that wisp of lace and silk Molly had mislaid.
He barely made it a meter out of his door when he was forced to lean over and pick up a second wisp of lace and silk. Molly’s bra. Sam couldn’t help himself. He brought the lingerie to his face and rubbed it against his cheek.
The lace rasped over his skin, and a hint of Molly’s perfume hit his nose, citrus and sunshine boggling his brain. The woman had him so tied up in knots he couldn’t even think straight. So he followed his instinct and walked to the reception area.
Molly wasn’t looking for her bra. She was sitting at her desk, her blouse buttoned, eyes closed, vanilla cupcake in hand. She swiped a finger through the thick icing on top, scooped up a generous dollop, and proceeded to pop that finger in her mouth and lick it clean.
Her soft moan echoed through the waiting room and her face creased in pleasure.
The sound hit Sam in the gut. It was exactly how he’d imagined her moaning in his fantasies. Only it wasn’t her finger she was licking in his fantasy. And it wasn’t icing that
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