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To this day I will never forget the first of many gynecology exams I have witnessed with either a girlfriend or my former or new wife. So I will start off with my new wife. We had been High School sweethearts and broke up and went our separate ways for over thirteen years. Both of us married and I divorced ten of those thirteen. I had gotten Melana’s virginity at the age of seventeen so I when we did break up I was very heart broken. It was one of those deals where parents did not approve of, deals you know and through out the years we would bump into one another now and then and the flame always seemed to still be between us.
Then one early summer morning I was awaken by someone at the door. Much to my surprise it was Melana, of all people saying that she desperately needed to talk to someone. Inviting her in we exchanged pleasantries and so forth. She then went on to tell me why she came. She wanted to escape from her abusive husband and did not know how. As we talked I could see that the old spark was still between us. Needless to say that after her coming to my house every morning as soon as her husband left for work we devised a plan to get her out of her mess. I moved her in with me. She was a totally new woman being relieved of the pressure of her ex.
About the third day she was there we ended up in bed. It was inevitable and was the best sex I had had in a while. She went on to tell me that she and her ex had not fucked in over a two year period and the only thing that kept her there was her fear of him. Finally she had enough and left. Needless to say we fucked three to five times a day for over a month. This woman could not get enough. Then came the time for her monthly and it did not come around. Finally she said, I, need a pregnancy test. After buying one from the store it proved positive. (more…)
Linda’s birthday was coming up soon and Mike went made a lot of preparations to make this one very special. He knew of her secret desire to have an audience while being examined by a doctor. He recruited a couple of friends with the same interests as his own, friends that Linda had never met. He gave them their instructions and asked if they would be willing to play along. The both agreed with enthusiasm.
On the big day Mike woke Linda up after letting her sleep late. She rolled over and smiled up at him. He frowned and placed his hand upon her forehead. “I think you’re running a bit of a temp Baby” he whispered to her. He reached into the night stand and withdrew the rectal thermometer and jar of vaseline. He pulled back the covers, she was wearing only a pair of panties and T-shirt. He opened the vaseline and stuck the rectal thermometer into it. (more…)
It was with some reluctance that Linda decided to meet with another man with whom she had met on the internet. The last man sounded so perfect, so nice. They had corresponded for quite awhile before finally meeting for real. In reality he had turned out to be an overbearing, arrogant jerk. He had complained about everything, including how dirty her car was. She had made a special dinner, which he didn’t even bother to eat. The final insult, was when he had gotten dressed after his football game was over and stated “I’m leaving”. The entire weekend was a total disaster. She drove him back to the airport in silence, dropped him off and sped away. When she had calmed down, she had tried to email him to find out what his problem was. It didn’t surprise her very much when she realized that he would no longer talk to her online, nor would he even answer her email. He had obviously done this before with some other poor fool, and she was just his latest victim. It took a long time to get over her feeling of rejection.
So, she was a little apprehensive as she waited for the arrival of Mike. She had met him online in an enema chat room. They had talked for sometime about their shared interests. They didn’t bother exchanging photos of each other. “Look”, he had said, “I’m not tall and handsome, but I’m for real and I’ll treat you with respect even if we find we are not attracted to each other”. “Well, I’m no Marilyn Monroe either, but have a sense of humor and if you can get past my rough edges you may just find a diamond”.
Linda answered the door when the buzzer sounded. The man standing before her was in his late forties, with greying hair. Mike had lied after all, for Linda could see that he was indeed tall and handsome. “Hi, I’m Mike” he stated and held out the flowers he had brought. (more…)
It started at a track meet on Saturday afternoon. I didn’t feel very well and it would get worse. By Sunday morning, my right testicle was aching. By early afternoon the pain had spread to my groin. Later that evening I was having a discharge and tremendous burning when I urinated. On Monday the pain had radiated up my lower right back. I went to school, but by ten o’clock I was so sick and I had a temperature of 101. The school called my mom and I finally had to tell her where my pain was.
She got me in at my local doctor. After some blood tests and a urine sample, I finally got to the exam room at 5:00. I thought initially that I was going to get off easy. The doctor had me unzip my jeans and pull up my shirt. After he felt around my abdomen and lower back, he reached under the table and pulled out a gown. He told me that he needed for me to undress completely and to put on the gown. Doctors had been doing sports physicals on me for seven years, so I wasn’t terribly embarrassed. (more…)
Prologue: I am a 34 year old lesbian RN who works in a clinic in Nevada. I am very guarded about my lesbianism so as not to alarm anyone in this homophobic world in which we live. Thus, no one at the clinic knows of my orientation.
However, I did let my guard down one time with a very attractive female patient who was in for a standard physical. I don’t believe she knows of my orientation, but I succumbed to her offer. Here it is:
A lady about my age and in very good physical condition has been a patient at the clinic for many years. I have been administering her annual physical for about the past five years. She is married and has two children. During her last physical exam, she complimented me on my gentle technique. I thanked her and continued with the exam. When we finished the pap smear and it was time for her to stand on the floor and bend over the table for the rectal exam, she mentioned to me as I was
gliding my finger into her anus that the physician who used to examine her before I began was very rough and caused her to dread the exam, especially the rectal exam. Then, to my surprise, while I was still inside her rectum, she told me how she has really come to enjoy the rectal exam I do. I thought to myself that this is just another woman who becomes physically excited by the stimulation of the nerves in the rectal area. As I was pulling out of her, she stated that she has had fantasies about my giving her a rectal exam for the past two years. She turned to me and must have noticed the surprised look on my face. She apologized for being so frank, but she felt that she must tell me. She wanted to know if it was wrong for her to think this way. I am normally a very composed person. But, she caught me off guard. I must admit that I loved giving her a rectal exam because of her sheer beauty. But, I could never jeopardize my medical career and make such a statement. I just muttered that it is somewhat common for a patient to become attached to a caregiver, especially if the caregiver is gentle, as she said I am. But, what she then said really floored me. (more…)
I had never been for a professional enema session before and didn’t know what to expect. The clinic that had been recommended was a small private practice and was managed by a female nurse that only took a couple of patients a day. I arrived for my appointment very nervous and somewhat excited, for this was what I had waited a lifetime for.
I was greeted by the friendly nurse who seemed anxious to get started. I was quickly directed to the treatment room. The room was all white with tile floors and tile halfway up the wall, much like you would see in your regular doctors office. In the middle of the room sat the treatment table with stirrups. A toilet and a large round bathtub were located along the wall.
She said, “Since you are a new patient, I need some routine information.” She ran through the questions very quickly and asked basically if I had ever had any anal health problems.
“OK we will start with a rectal exam, so please remove everything from the waist down for now.” (more…)
The clinic is located in what appears to be a former suite of professional offices. I was greeted at the door and was given a tour of the facility. Indeed, they do have a fully equipped examination room, complete with examination table equipped with stirrups and a private bathroom. I was given the list of services that they provide and I selected to receive a “complete” examination followed by an enema and a prostate examination and massage. The woman who greeted me at the door took me into the examination room, handed me a little gown and told me to undress and put the gown on.
I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could, but left my underpants on. As I stood around and waited for my nurse to arrive I could hardly believe that I was there. Just looking at the examination table and knowing that I was soon going to be naked on it as I was examined caused my cock to swell. As I looked around, I noticed a television set mounted from the ceiling. Then the nurse walked in.
She was very attractive, of average height and build, dressed in a well cut nurse’s uniform with white stockings and cap. The uniform was cut a little short to show off her very shapely legs. The uniform smoothed over her cute little ass and then up to cover her nice round tits— not too big, not too small. It was unbuttoned just enough to show me her nice tan. She instructed me to get on to the table and sit up. Positioning her legs around my dangling legs so that her crotch rested on my knee, she began to examine me. First, she looked into my eyes and ears and mouth. Then she reached behind me and loosened my gown so that it would fall around my waist. She took the stethoscope from around her neck, placed it in her ears, and began to listen to my chest, gently running her hands and fingernails across my chest and causing my nipples to stiffen. Now the fun would begin. She asked me to lie back on the table, and as I did, she removed the gown—leaving me to lie there in my underpants with half a hard-on. (more…)
I have been practicing medicine in the same town for about ten years now. Since my specialty is proctology I do not see a lot of young people. Of course I do get the occasional forty year old hypochondriac who is convinced that a bout of constipation is a sure sign that they are dying of colon cancer or some other exotic disorder. But other than that life in this particular specialty is pretty dull. At least until a week ago. One of the partners in our group practice said he had a relative visiting who was having some rectal pain and asked if I could have a look at her. I guessed that this would be one of his older relatives that he was having for the weekend, I told him to send her in and I would check her out.
About an hour later his twenty one year old niece Shannon came to my office. I asked if she had driven her aunt or someone over, she said no. She was the patient. Shannon was a attractive girl whom I had met several time before when her family was visiting my partner Tom. Shannon had tears in her eyes at the thought of needing a rectal exam, but she said the pain was getting worse and she couldn’t put it off any longer. I asked her what type of problem she was having and I assured her that I would make her as comfortable as possible. (more…)
Andy was very tall, ran his own business and traveled quite a bit. He also had somewhat unusual sexual predilections. He was a dominant man in personality and felt that sometimes the best thing for a woman was a good old-fashioned spanking to show exactly who was the boss. After all, most women acted like spoiled little children anyway, might as well use the tried and true method of dealing with them. In this day and age however, the act of physically punishing a headstrong girl with a session over a man’s knee was frowned upon. Thus, although Andy felt the need on many occasions, to upend misbehaving girlfriends and put them over his knee for a good spanking he never actually carried out the deed. The internet opened up a whole new world for Andy, for online he was able to meet people with the same viewpoints as himself.
Linda was considered short in stature, only 5’2″, but her Irish heritage shined through with her fiery temper and independent nature. Although small in stature, she never shrunk from a good debate and was quite willing to hold her ground against any and all who chose to take her on. ‘I do what I want, when I want’. “After all I’m single and work for a living and pay my taxes and what I do in my spare time is nobody’s business but mine!” (more…)
“Well, you look awful, ” I heard Libby say from the supply room.
“And a gracious good morning to you, my dear,” came the dulcet tones of Dr. Worth Burns. But they weren’t quite so dulcet this morning. In fact, he sounded a bit raspy. I walked into the storage room.
Before I go further, let me set the stage — I was a nurse practitioner in charge of the infirmary for a small, co-ed liberal arts college in the Carolinas. The infirmary building itself was an old house which had been divided. The first floor contained the reception area, a large examining area (we partitioned it with curtains into 4 smaller areas, but there was little privacy) connected to a bathroom, the kitchen and the supply room. The second floor consisted of 4 sleeping rooms each holding 4 students, two full baths, and a small office for me (closet is closer to the truth). The top level was what we euphemistically referred to as “the Penthouse.” It was actually just a small attic room with a bed, a window, a bathroom and the only privacy offered in the entire place. Try as we might, we could never get additional funding from the board to expand or renovate the infirmary. Instead we made do with curtained panels for any “private” procedures. (more…)Newer Posts »