Home.

After a 10-minute walk, Bianca finally arrived at her apartment complex. She walked up the stairs, her bare feet making soft creaking sounds on the wooden steps. As she reached her front door, she fumbled through her purse to find her keys. Her hands trembled slightly as she inserted the key into the lock and turned it. The door creaked open, and Bianca stepped inside, flipping on the light switch.

The bright light illuminated her small living room, and Bianca felt a sense of familiarity wash over her. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a deep sigh.

The sound of her own breathing was the only noise that broke the silence, and for a moment, she just stood there, her eyes fixed on the newly familiar surroundings. The worn-out couch, the coffee table with the ring stains, and the TV mounted on the wall all seemed to blend together in a blur as her mind wandered back to Dr. Davis.

Bianca's gaze slowly drifted to the floor, her eyes tracing the pattern of the rug as she tried to process the events of the past hour. Her thoughts were a jumbled mix of guilt, excitement, and confusion, each emotion fighting for dominance. She felt like she was stuck in a dream, one from which she didn't want to wake up.

As she stood there, Bianca felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over her. She realized that she had been standing in the same spot for several minutes, her mind lost in thought. She knew she needed to get some rest, but she also knew that sleep would not come easily tonight.

With a sigh, Bianca pushed herself off the door and made her way to the bedroom. She flicked on the light switch, illuminating the small room. The queen-sized bed was neatly made, the pillows fluffed and the comforter smooth. Bianca walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, her eyes scanning the room.

Bianca's hands instinctively went to the zipper of her sundress, and she slowly pulled it down, the sound of the zipper echoing through the silent room. She slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whoosh. The cool air of the room caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she remembered Dr. Davis' gentle touch.

She stood up, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror opposite the bed.

Bianca's heart raced as she took in her appearance, her skin still flushed from her encounter with Dr. Davis. She could see the faint marks on her neck where his lips had been, and she traced them with her fingers, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

Bianca's mind raced as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had never felt this way before, this intense desire that seemed to consume her every thought. She knew she should feel guilty, but she couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that coursed through her veins.

She walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a silk nightgown.

The soft fabric whispered against her skin as she held it up, the moonlight filtering through the window casting an ethereal glow on the delicate material. Bianca's eyes lingered on the nightgown, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Dr. Davis. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the way his fingers had danced across her skin, the way his lips had whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

With a sigh, Bianca reached behind her and unhooked her bra, the straps falling away from her shoulders like delicate wings. She let it slide down her arms, the lace trim catching on her fingertips before it fell to the floor with a soft rustle.

Her eyes lingered on the discarded lingerie, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Dr. Davis. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the way his fingers had danced across her skin, the way his lips had whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Bianca's gaze slowly drifted down to her panties, the silk fabric clinging to her skin, still damp from her earlier arousal. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she remembered the way Dr. Davis' fingers had explored her most intimate areas, the way he had tasted her. With a quiet moan, Bianca reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs.

The fabric slid down her thighs, the sound of the silk whispering against her skin echoing through the silent room. Bianca's heart raced as she stepped out of the panties, her eyes fixed on the discarded lingerie, a tangible reminder of her encounter with Dr. Davis.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered the way his fingers had danced across her skin, the way his lips had whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Bianca's hands instinctively went to her breasts, her fingers tracing the curves as she tried to process the intensity of her emotions. She felt like she was stuck in a dream, one from which she didn't want to wake up.

With a sigh, Bianca reached for the silk nightgown and pulled it on, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. She walked over to the bed and lay down, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her encounter with Dr. Davis.

She closed her eyes, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her emotions. She could feel the softness of the silk against her skin, the coolness of the sheets beneath her. She took a deep breath, letting the tension in her body melt away as she relaxed.

The early afternoon sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on the room.