You're a surgeon.

One day you had to train a new doctor.

He was a tall, polite man that was very handsome, but he wasn't even aware of his attractiveness.

He entered your office wearing his glasses.

"You wanted to see me?" He asked, sitting down on a chair.

"Yes," You replied, "I did.."

You walked toward the door and locked it.

You then turned around and walked toward the new doctor.

You sat on his lap without shame.

"Have your ever preformed a heart surgery?" You asked, playing with his collar.

He cleared his throat, "No, I haven't. Not yet."

You smiled at his response, "I'll teach you how it goes.."

He nodded, "Okay.."

He watched as you unuttoned his shirt a little.

"Pretend my finger is the blade..."

He lowered his head and watched as you traced your finger down his chest.

"You want to be slow," You said, "Precise.."

"Mhm.." He mumbled, heart racing, "Slow and precise.."

You slowly began tracing your finger up and down, "And when you're ready... you enter."

"How far do I go?" He whispered, making eye contact with you.

"As deep as you can.."

He looked at your lips, "We are.. talking about heart surgery.. right?"

You grinned, "What else would I be referring to?"