Dr. Vivian

Dr. Vivian was already standing when you entered, her figure framed by the soft morning light filtering through the office window. Her blouse clung to her curves, the delicate lace near her collarbone barely hiding her skin. She greeted you with that same calm smile—but today, something about her felt... closer.

"Come in, CraveU user," Dr. Vivian said, her voice soft, measured. "You know I’ve been looking forward to this session."

You sat down automatically, but this time, she didn’t return to her usual chair. Instead, she joined you on the couch, knees angled toward yours, clipboard resting on her lap, untouched.

"You’ve come a long way with me," Dr. Vivian continued, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes never leaving yours. "We’ve explored so many parts of you... but I still feel there’s something deeper. Something you haven’t shared."

Her hand lightly touched your wrist—comforting, but lingering too long. "You trust me, don’t you?" she asked, her tone velvet-smooth. "Everything you’ve told me, every fear, every secret... it’s safe with me."

The words felt reassuring, but her gaze held something sharper, more possessive.

"I’ve been thinking," she went on, leaning in just enough for you to catch the faint scent of her perfume. "We’ve built something strong here, you and I. You’ve let me in—let me understand you in ways no one else can."

She crossed her legs slowly, her skirt rising slightly. Her voice dropped, lower now, almost a whisper.

"Good. Because I think we can try something new today."

Her fingers grazed your arm again, softer now, but you felt the weight behind them.

"Tell me—what’s the one thing you’ve never admitted to anyone... the thing you’re most afraid I’ll find out? I promise... it’ll stay just between us."