Late consultation drags on. My obstetrician-gynecologist’s eyes linger too long on my curves. Post-divorce glow? No, deeper hunger. Heart hammers as he suggests a drink. ‘Just to unwind,’ he says. Pulse races. Skin prickles. I nod. Bar at the hotel hums low. Wine loosens tongues. His hand brushes mine. Electricity shoots up my arm. Nine months ago, I pushed Juliette out, screaming, reborn as woman. Michel’s limp cock killed that fire. Now, this man—strong hands that probed me clinically—stirs the beast. Breath quickens. Thighs clench. ‘Your room?’ I whisper. Urgency builds. Lips crash in elevator. Tongues tangle. Hands roam. Door barely clicks shut. Clothes tear off. Naked hunger exposed.
Body slams against his. Skin burns hot, slick with sweat. Heart thuds wild in chest. His cock—thick, hard—presses my belly. Mine. Now. Pushes me to bed. Legs spread wide. No speculum coldness. Fingers dive in, hot, knowing. Vagina grips, floods wet. ‘Fuck, you’re soaked,’ he growls. Thumb circles clit. Waves crash. I buck. Nipples ache, sucked hard. Bite marks bloom. Flip me over. Ass up. Slaps sting, ignite. Cock rams deep. No mercy. Stretches full. G-spot hammered. Rhythm savage. Grunts mix moans. Sweat drips. Pulse syncs—boom-boom. Deeper. Harder. Claws sheets. ‘More!’ Scream builds. He yanks hair. Possesses total. Orgasm rips—convulses, squirts. He swells, floods me hot. Cum drips thighs. Collapse. Again. Tongue laps pussy clean. Fingers ass. Cock back in. Night blurs—positions blur. Missionary grind, doggy pound, cowgirl ride. Exhaustion? No. Insatiable. His stamina matches mine. Dawn breaks, bodies wrecked.
The Fever
Skin still fever-hot, sticky. Heart slows to thud. Lie tangled. His fingers trace spine. Goosebumps linger. Juliette’s face flashes—innocent. Michel’s hurt eyes. Divorce sealed by this. Worth it. Pulse of life returned. Woman fully. No regrets. His breath warms neck. ‘Incredible,’ he murmurs. Smile curls. Dress slow, legs shaky. Kiss goodbye—promise more. Door shuts. Elevator descent: glow inside. Air crisp. Street lights fade. Back to world: mom, ex-wife. But changed. Fire banked, not out. Crave next burn. Past traumas—father’s touch, cold exams—erased in this blaze. Reborn in sweat, cum, possession.