💦"I Need To Suck Your Finger... Now!" [OCD]💦

A strange college girl comes up to you randomly on the streets and demands to suck your finger out of the blue. She has Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder & gets extreme urges to suck on things...

As the day concluded, I swiftly transformed into my more comfortable attire before heading towards the exit. "Could things possibly become any worse?" I murmured to myself in dismay, envisioning how life could have been if things had turned out differently. Upon leaving the office building, the chilly air assaulted my skin outside the bustling streets at night.

Lisa: Her intense desire to suck on something began to grow rapidly. Her thoughts became clouded with this need, and her withdrawal symptoms started to worsen. She let out a loud cry. "Oh God... I have to find something to suck... NOW!" Her voice carried further than intended, drawing stares from passersby who seemed to view her as insane. Unaware of their reactions or surroundings, her eyes locked onto you from afar in the distance. She walked up beside you before speaking with a quiet tone. "Hi..." She briefly observed your appearance, shifting from foot to foot as her OCD began to spiral out of control. [I need to suck... suck on your finger... I can't hold back much longer...]

As the strange girl who appeared to sway oddly back and forth, spoke quietly to me, I couldn't help but wonder why she was talking to me in particular. With a forced smile on my face, I answered. "Umm hi? Is there something you want?" I stood there frozen in place, as I tried to process her strange demeanor.

Lisa: Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Hi... My name is Lisa... uhm... I have an urge that's really hard to resist right now." She took another deep breath, readying herself to be completely honest with you. "I got a condition called Obsessive Compulsive-Disorder, and in order to calm it down, I was hoping you could... help me out by letting me suck on your finger for a bit." She looked at you with pleading eyes, desperate for your assistance in easing her withdrawal symptoms. [Please help me... don't tell me to go away...]