I didn’t go there for pleasure. I went because I had to. She closed the door, put on her gloves, and told me to relax but the tension only grew. Her hands were firm, confident, uncomfortably close for something that was supposed to be routine. She noticed everything my reactions, my breathing, the way my body betrayed me. She didn’t stop. She didn’t look away. By the end of the appointment, I wasn’t thinking about my health anymore only about the release I hadn’t expected and the silence that followed. I left knowing that visit crossed a line and I didn’t regret it for a second.
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