A Dance With Danger

"Sir, do I need to take off my pants just to go through the bone-setting therapy?"

With flushed cheeks, I lie on the massaging bed. Henry Irwin, a therapist with an eight-pack, is tugging down my yoga pants as we speak.

"If you want to have the best effects, you can't wear pants at all."

Henry grips the hem of my pants before tugging them downward slightly.

I quickly grab his hand. "I don't think that's a good idea!"

The truth is, I'm already flooding down there. I'm worried that he might see how wet I am when he takes off my pants.

My name was Lindsay Larson, and I had this addiction since I was a kid. Whenever the urge kicked in, I would feel unbearably uncomfortable all over.

Ever since I started college, it became harder to endure. Every day, I found myself wanting to hook up with different guys.

As time went by, my condition only worsened. It began to seriously affect my daily life.

One day, my best friend, Gabby Kemp, brought her boyfriend over to my place. As soon as I saw his flawless face, I immediately lost control. I could only press my legs tightly together to suppress the unbearable sensation.

Sensing my distress, Gabby came up with a solution. "I heard there's a way to treat your condition in Bisea. They use bone-setting therapy that can help reduce your urges."

I took Gabby's suggestion and hopped on a plane to Bisea.

The streets were packed with hot guys. As I walked, my body trembled uncontrollably. A tingling sensation coursed through me, reaching deep into my core.

Tension built in my lower abdomen until it felt like it might burst. I was desperate for release. But since I was in a foreign country, I could only force myself to remain calm.

I searched for the address and eventually found the bone-setting clinic. I was curious about whether this place could really cure my condition.

I hurried inside and was greeted politely by the receptionist. "Hello. Do you have an appointment?"

I handed over the appointment details Gabby had set up for me.

After checking the details, the receptionist said, "It's all in order. Please go to Room 204 on the second floor. A therapist will be with you shortly."

The urge kept pulsing through me, and I felt like I was about to explode. After getting the number, I hurried to the room.

I opened the door and saw a clean room with a massage table in the center. An odd fragrance hung in the air.

The tension in my lower abdomen grew more intense. I quickly sat on the bed and slipped my hand into my pants.

"Ah!" I let out a sigh of relief as the pressure in my body finally eased. I no longer felt as tense.

I had been on the plane all day, and my body was desperate for release. Under my fingers, I was finally able to find some relief.

Before long, I was lost in the sensation, letting out soft, enticing moans.

At that very moment, the door opened, and I was sitting facing it. A therapist entered the room, staring at me blankly. Then a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

I quickly pulled my hand out in embarrassment and found my fingers wet. I wished I could disappear into the ground. It was my own fault for not holding back, and I didn't even think to cover myself.

The therapist was wearing a uniform. I noticed that he had a perfect figure—broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

My heart raced as I took him in, and the sensation coursed through me again.

The therapist lit a candle in the room. I immediately began to relax under the alluring scent.

"Hello. Please take off your shoes and lie on the bed."

I did as I was told and lay comfortably on the bed. My inner thighs grew warm, but I could only clamp my legs tightly together.

The therapist took out a bottle of essential oil from his bag, poured some into his palm, and began rubbing his hands together.

He suddenly lifted my clothes, exposing my flat stomach. He clicked his tongue in admiration. "What a perfect body."

The therapist placed his hands on my lower abdomen and began massaging it gently.