The Gynecologist
YNECO
BY SUN
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gynecologist coming through
nd buffers. I was not
ing the doctor's name e
ra Greene -
s is one of the most con
ulders, hard chest, flat stomach, muscular arms – no doubt a gu
the flimsy gown so my 2 mm sweet brunette bush will
nd disarming. He is looking over my records in his hand and when he lifts his face up t
looks so freak
agina?" Okay, that's a stupid question
," he says in an amused tone as
He looks painfully f
be kidding m
sibly be him. No, no, no – maybe they ju
g him out so boldly
shut
y own mind seem
oat. His black hair is parted neatly to one side, and it looks so soft and nice to...hold on to. From what I have remembered, Mr. Cranky had messy hai
a doctor, but maybe, the universe decided to tortur
crinkling the two layers of paper beneath my butt. I want to jump ou
rds show that y
phasis on the word virgin soun
ond to that. I feel like I am about to melt under
ths, almost. I have experienced them multiple times. The last episode was particularly painful, and I wasn't able to sleep at all that night." I just found myself answering his question. As he asks more and more questions relate
I am a little
ttle
concentrate? It should be illegal to be that good-looking, right? Underneath his white coat and buttoned down shirt,
is certain throbbing between them. My fear of the exam or whatever diagnosis may be forthcoming has su
d aroused at the same time.
a bit too loud, snappin
I try to appea
His facial features have tightened and that cr
f the table, causing me to again feel these newfound pulsations. I'
ably
," I m
"Just please go ahead and lie back, but
hought increases the accumu
me. I restrict my breath as our faces are now too close for comfort. I don't have the guts to look into his eyes this close, but I notice his eyelashes are thick and long for a man, and his sli
h. He has reached for the tie on my gown, but I pull mys
s up. "Is som
at...nobody has se
nd through his now sl
ned?" he proceeds without waiting for an answer, "Look, Emily..." he pauses then continues, "I am a doctor, and I have to examin
feeling that he is
ot for a doctor and it is making me very uneas
l exams you see on t
d did he m
ed my thoughts first? Because that came out of nowhere. I
the internet. Secondly, I didn't think about you taking advantage of me." I weakly tried t
he calls all the girls that. His face is almost unreadable, almost like he di
s to ignore eve
d so stupid,
please just relax so we can get this done and get you back home and me to my next patient. Can y
one of any doctor's duties is to make their patients feel comfortable. But it seems like he lacks patience, or caring for that matter. I draw
t a nerve of mine with his condescending tone and dismissiveness. I
lright, Doctor. Please proceed,"
ast exam first to check for
. He's actually going to see my breasts! I try to co
el his body move closer to mine. As he unties it, I realize I am involuntarily h
he cold room. I am painfully aware of how engorged and
one and some stray stubbles over it. My hands are itching to cover it, but I am now on a miss
e is no hint of lust or appreciation on his face. I am aware that I have a decent body an
oth. He unfolds it and drapes it over my body f
. I'm ready." I try my
und like a
one of his hands on my bare arm closest to him. I do not resist. I just follow h
r brave. I hear his footsteps walking around to the other side of the tab
f there's any kin
...but definitely n
lowly – finger pads flat on my breast as they work their way in circles from around my pink nipples up
of him squeezing them. Shit. It is so quiet inside the ex
bypass my nipple. He gently pinches and pulls it. I squeak and open my eyes. Good heavens! Is there like some long nerve that con
, I look away and try to find something on the gray wall on which to fixate. O
t aunt o
ickling me. He repeats the process once again, torturing me.
on all things sacred that my core cannot stop throbb
condition, Emily," he says. "
rush for the strings and quickly tie them back to
k I wa
be conti