Tremors ran up her spine, revealing how nervous she was to see him. It had been a week since her MRI, and his bomb-dropping revelation that she was a submissive. She’d wanted to blow him off, and his odd theory, but of course she couldn’t do that. All week, every free minute, she’d researched online for information. Most of the images she’d found were porn, porn and more porn. It was sexy but wasn’t very helpful. The blogs were insightful but really only answered her questions enough to create more. Her mind was awash with the unknown and fear of it. Each night since they’d been apart she’d masturbated. Trying to reach the same plateau Dr. Hottie seemed to get her to easily. If it wasn’t repeatable by herself she couldn’t fathom leading some other guy in the right direction to unearth it. She removed her clothes, knowing he’d want her naked as soon as he came inside the room. More than that, she didn’t want anything between her and what he wanted to do. If this was the last time, she wanted all the pleasure she could hold.
