Sexting

[justformemes]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[house_of_cane]

Well, obviously. That's just good medicine. I don't exactly have my instruments, though. I hope you don't mind me using my fingers.

[msadler]

you don't just carry a speculum around with you?

I trust your professionalism.

[house_of_cane]

Interestingly enough, no. But I'm very good at improvising.

You don't mind a guy who has a hard time getting around? Range of movement is kinda limited.

[msadler]

you need to improve your doctors bag then.

I assume you are fine with being ridden until you see stars? I'm primarily attracted to genius.

[house_of_cane]

Maybe. Or I could always use more practice in the low-tech areas. Won't always have tools on hand, after all. And who knows when an emergency might arise?

Well, when you put it *that* way, I can't see how anyone would ever object.

[msadler]

you make a good point. You could need to do emergency pelvic exams, it's probably good practice to work without tools.

I like to be on top, I'm controlling like that.

[house_of_cane]

You never know. I did find a tick inside someone once. In an elevator.

Yeah? In what other ways are you controlling?

[msadler]

was there a reason you were probing someone in an elevator looking for parasites?

I'm a Dominatrix by trade.

[house_of_cane]

You know, I knew that, but still I wanted to know. Serves me right.

In my defense, she was dying, and I was sure it was lyme, but no one had found the tick. Life advice? Don't live in a bubble. Figurative and literal.

[msadler]

now I'm thinking about vaginal ticks, and I think I could have gone the rest of my life without ever putting those two words together.

And I still want to fuck you.

[house_of_cane]

That you can think about that after what I just told you is quite the compliment. I would happily let you if you want to.

[msadler]

where can we meet? I know a club with a lovely little exam room set up if you really want to go for it.

[house_of_cane]

What kind of club? Gimp leg, remember. Hard for me to get around really active ones.

[msadler]

it's a fetish club, the rental rooms have private entrances, it would just be the two of us.

[house_of_cane]

That, I could handle. If my apartment is to personal for you, anyway.

You're the one with the power fetish. What's your call? I just need somewhere easy to get to.

[msadler]

I was just offering somewhere to set the scene. We could always go back to your place. If you think you could go twice in one night

[house_of_cane]

I could probably be convinced, if I get a chance to catch my breath, anyway.

Gotta say, I'm a little insulted by that. I'm not *that* old.

[msadler]

it wasn't a comment on your age. There are thirty year old men who can't get it up twice

The text that follows is an address.

[house_of_cane]

If that's the case, I'd seriously question their sexuality. Seriously, have you seen you?

A few minutes pass

I'll get a cab. Should I schedule a time or should I head over now?

[msadler]

thank you, I'm flattered.

I've got the room booked, I can meet you there in about 30 minutes?

[house_of_cane]

I think I can manage that. Assuming you can navigate New Jersey traffic okay.

[msadler]

I have a hired driver. I will see you soon, Doctor House.

Irene will be waiting outside of the address, in a sleekly tailored black dress and heels. She's left her hair down, letting it fall in waves around her shoulders.

[house_of_cane]

Just outside his projected time window, his cab pulls up to the club, and after paying the driver, he steps out, trying not to look too pleased with seeing her there.

"Shouldn't have tipped that Taxi so much. I wanted him to hurry getting here. Guess I misjudged my timing."

He's not dressed particularly nicely, but he is at least dressed at all. He smiles at her and nods toward the door, steeping up to her and offering her his arm. "Shall we?"

[msadler]

Irene doesn't mind a little wait, not when she's waiting for someone who actually interests her.

"I'll remember punctuality is not your strong suit." She gives a bit of a smirk as she slips her arm into his. She leads them through the main door then to the right where a corridor lays with several doora, each a deep rich red.

"We're number three" the door when open reveals what could believably be an exam room in any medical facility, just with a bit more kink. Along with standard equipment there are a few crops and floggers, and the table has bondage straps attached.

[house_of_cane]

House follows along beside her, doing his best to keep pace with her. The look of the place certainly has an air of finery about it, or at least a seedy place that doesn't lend itself to trouble. A rarity in such an arena.

He's surprised at the accuracy to which the "exam room" is detailed. Still, he probably should have supposed it, considering the intricacies of some peoples' obsessions. There were absolutely a few tools out of place, but he wasn't about to criticize them, just in case one of them wanted them to be used.

"Take a seat, Ms. Adler," he said in his most professional voice. "Make yourself comfortable." He let her do what she liked while he checked drawers and jars to see what it was he had to work with. Obviously, there were depressors, latex gloves, cotton balls, bottles of alcohol, and even syringes and needles. He couldn't imagine using those in any context, not unless there were some serious planning ahead of time, but still, there were ideas.

"Now, what seems to be the trouble?"