Category: eroticliterature

Shy 18-Year-Old’s First Pelvic Examination with Male Gynecologist

Jane couldn’t help but feel anxious as she sat in the waiting room. At just 18 years old, this was her first time visiting a gynecologist, and the thought of being examined made her feel self-conscious and vulnerable. Sitting in the lobby, she couldn’t help but wish she could have requested a female doctor. She was too shy, however, and didn’t want to come across as rude or difficult. So, she sat quietly and hoped for the best. When her name was called, she reluctantly stood up and followed the nurse down the sterile white hallway.

As she entered the examination room, Jane was relieved to see that the doctor was a woman. She introduced herself as Dr. Patel and asked Jane to sit at the examination table. Jane did as she was told, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

Dr. Patel explained the examination process and asked Jane if she had any questions. Jane shook her head, too shy to speak. She tried to close her legs immediately as she sat on the examination table, but the stirrups kept them wide open. She was so embarrassed and exposed, lying there with her legs spread open. As Dr. Patel began the examination, Jane closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else. Read more »

We step into the elevator and the doors close, we look at each other for a couple of seconds before both moving at the same time and kissing like 13 year olds , hands all over each other.

The elevator ride only took about 30 seconds but it was enough to get us both very turned on and ready.

We go into his apartment, which is quite nice and spacious, open plan kitchen/living area,definitely a step up from student flats I’ve been in anyway. There’s a large counter in the kitchen area which he pick me up and sits me on as he kisses me, moving down to my neck and giving me little bites, which make me gasp a little bit.

I joke that he’s distracting me and I have an important job to do, so he takes half a step back giving me access to his belt and trousers. I undo his belt, pull it clear of the loops if his trousers and throw it across the room to the couch before undoing the button and fly of his trousers, reaching in to stroke him through his underwear. Read more »

From the final part of the trilogy, a tale of lovers reunited,  passionate, unbridled sex and a love of adult breastfeeding…
June stroked my hair and rested her head back on the pillow.
“This is quite a Sunday, isn’t it? I imagined just laying in bed, cuddling and having sex repeatedly, instead, we’ve had explosive sex, car sex, sex in the woods and now breastfeeding antics. Such a day. Sundays used to be such a boring day, the highlight was cooking a Sunday dinner and hoping he got back from the pub before it was ruined. Then a crap film on the telly and bed to lay on my back staring at the ceiling, listening to him snore. For twenty years I did that. Now I discover a whole new reason for wearing kinky underwear, see, I still think like that, and I know it’s not, it’s sexy lingerie. Now I find I can wear it not just because it turns you on, or because it makes me feel good, but because it enhances my beauty. So you say. When you finish suckling, let’s lay in bed and watch the film we made and the pictures you took. Just think, if I’d turned up at your friend’s farmhouse in my black push-up front fastener and black stockings instead of brown and when you asked to go to bed, I’d said yes, I might never have gone home. We’d have gained a day. If I had dared to ring your John and ask for your number. We could have had years extra. I wasted so much of our lives, oh, I’m so sorry, darling. Read more »