Page 67 of Her Older Sheikh

Nuh-uh.

It's more like I'm desperately drowning in desire, but since I haven't the guts to bethatblunt—-

"I'm a-alright," is all I can stammer, even as the mere sound of his voice makes my 'labia majoria' swell like it's begging to be kissed...or spanked.

"I know this is a lot for you, but we must continue with your self-examination. For your own good, of course."

The words 'yeah right' are brimming on my lips, but I can't let myself say them...since that would mean the end of Temptation, and real-life Leah waking up to this oh-so-dirty "encounter".

"Now that I have a good idea of the state of your vulva, I'll need you to confirm other things...by touch."

Just hearing him say the words make me feel embarrassed and horny, and oh, when I think of what he's about to ask me to touch—-

"Do you know what a clitoris is, Temptation?"

My heart pounds against my chest as I whisper 'yes'.

"And you know where to find it?"

"Yes, Doctor." Why is it so strangely liberating to say these words?

"And...have you ever touched it?"

"I..."

"The truth, Temptation."

My eyes squeeze shut as I make the most shameful admission. "I have. But never...directly."

"Why?"

The answer to that makes me squirm.

Do I really need to tell him?

But...

If I don't, wouldn't that mean I'm letting 'Leah' overrule Temptation?

A few more seconds pass before the words finally coming tumbling out of my mouth.

"I wasshy."

"Of touching yourself?"

"Yes," I choke out.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Was someone watching you while you were doing it?"

I can only cut him off with a gasp. "No, of course not!"

"Or perhaps you've allowed someone to listen—-

"Doctor!"

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