Taking It to the Next Level: Exploring the Thrills of Cum Clinic

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The rain fell in relentless, diagonal sheets against the windowpane, blurring the amber glow of the streetlights below into watery smears. Inside, the only illumination came from the soft blue light of my computer screen, casting long shadows across the quiet room. I adjusted my headset, the familiar weight a small comfort before the nightly cascade of calls began. The first connection hissed with static, then cleared to reveal the sound of shallow, ragged breathing on the other end. A woman’s voice, thin and frayed with worry, explained her son’s fever had spiked again despite the medication. I could hear the child’s soft, fretful whimpers in the background, a sound that never failed to tug at a carefully guarded part of my heart. My fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up protocols while my voice remained a steady, calibrated calm. I walked her through the steps of a cool compress, measuring each word for clarity and reassurance. The tension in her tone gradually began to loosen, replaced by a fragile sense of control. After confirming she felt prepared to manage the night, we ended the call, leaving a profound silence in its wake. I took a slow, deep breath, knowing the next ring was only a moment away.