D. and the pills.
Another example of breaking rules. I'm using part of this man's name instead of his real surname. It would get us both into so much trouble if found.
This is part 1 in a three part series where names and specialities of the men will all be altered. I cannot risk two of them losing their license to practice their profession and hurt their families. Of the third one I might consider breaking this disclaimer, as he is already dead.
D. was my mother's doctor first. He started to treat her for some weird pains in her lower back, and one day she said to me that I should come with her, because he was so beautiful and I should at least look at him. So I did.
She was right. He was dreamy. Like Patrick Dempsey dreamy, but with a lot of the devil when he looked at me. While I was there with mama, we talked about music and bands we liked and then he said while staring at me "I like it rough". I knew he wasn't talking about music, but grinding and thrusting. Mama, bless her soul, didn't notice it. I told her afterwards he was being flirty and she said "Well, embrace it honey!". I was mortified.
He's a really great doctor, and helped me a lot with muscle pains. We talked a lot about music and shop, and he even came to one of my gigs with his lovely girlfriend, making side comments to me about how good I looked and not if I was in tune with the rest of the band.
One night, I had a one night stand with a bartender 10 years younger than me. Drunk and desperate to fuck each other, we raced to the nearest motel. He went down on me, I sucked his dick and he tried anal on me(still not a fan), but he couldn't get it up until the very end. I felt bad and frustrated because it must be my fault he wasn't that aroused. The worst part of that night? We were both drunk, and I wasn't sure if he was wearing a condom when we finally went inside me.
I was scared, and I asked him the next day if he remembered or not. He responded by ghosting me. Fucker.
So I panicked, and I started to text D. I asked him what to do. Should I take the pill? Should I go to the OBGYN? While I was in the bus going from point A to B, he said "Tell me everything". So I did. I told him how this guy went down on me. How I sucked his cock until he almost came in my mouth. How my screams and moans excited him so much: I thought I was being a good patient, by sharing these things. You're supposed to, right? I told him I had already taken the morning after pill, because I wasn't sure and I wanted to check if I'd have any trouble with the components.
Then D. said "I have a confession to make. I'm as hard as a rock and I want to fuck you now. I'm so ashamed". I told him to not be ashamed, and asked him if he wanted to meet up later that day. He said yes, he'd pick me up in his car and we'd go to his place, because he didn't want to leave his car in a shady motel.
I brought food and he picked me up, talking about music and basic stuff while we went to his place. He kissed me and I started to shake in anticipation. Fuck me, he was so good.
We made it to his place. He took me upstairs, started to kiss me and undress me. Went down on me, but he preferred to fuck me instead. He was like a volcano: riding me hard, staring into my eyes, focused. I matched his pace, shifting positions and being pliable to his touch. He came hard inside me.
We had to take a breather. He said I was such a good fuck, and that if I lost some weight, I'd be more beautiful than I already was, and picking up men like there wasn't tomorrow. We ate and talked about his girlfriend, with whom he had a falling out very suddenly. He missed her terribly and I felt a bit sorry for him, still wet from having him inside me, on top of me.
There was a soccer game on the TV, Colombia playing whoknowswho. I had already missed out on Iggy Pop playing my hometown, because I was fucking D. It was worth it.
We started to watch the game, already dressed and talking about past lovers and other times, when he put his hand between my legs. He noticed I was still warm and wet. I felt feral again, like an animal pulsating inside me, and I couldn't help myself. He pulled my jeans down, and spread my legs wide, never taking them off. He fucked me even harder than before, saying between quick breaths that we had to celebrate the country's goals somehow.
He came again inside me. And that's when I noticed the wrapper of the condom: it had expired over a year ago. I told him and we laughed, me being baffled by the absurdity of it all, him saying "look, look, I didn't come inside you!". He then took me home, and suggested I take the second dose of the morning after pill. Just to be safe.
Last year, he married his girlfriend (the same one he had broken up with before). He's now treating my dad and my brothers. We're still friends, and after all that weight I lost, he tries to check me out whenever I'm in his office.
For old time's sake.
This is part 1 in a three part series where names and specialities of the men will all be altered. I cannot risk two of them losing their license to practice their profession and hurt their families. Of the third one I might consider breaking this disclaimer, as he is already dead.
D. was my mother's doctor first. He started to treat her for some weird pains in her lower back, and one day she said to me that I should come with her, because he was so beautiful and I should at least look at him. So I did.
She was right. He was dreamy. Like Patrick Dempsey dreamy, but with a lot of the devil when he looked at me. While I was there with mama, we talked about music and bands we liked and then he said while staring at me "I like it rough". I knew he wasn't talking about music, but grinding and thrusting. Mama, bless her soul, didn't notice it. I told her afterwards he was being flirty and she said "Well, embrace it honey!". I was mortified.
He's a really great doctor, and helped me a lot with muscle pains. We talked a lot about music and shop, and he even came to one of my gigs with his lovely girlfriend, making side comments to me about how good I looked and not if I was in tune with the rest of the band.
One night, I had a one night stand with a bartender 10 years younger than me. Drunk and desperate to fuck each other, we raced to the nearest motel. He went down on me, I sucked his dick and he tried anal on me(still not a fan), but he couldn't get it up until the very end. I felt bad and frustrated because it must be my fault he wasn't that aroused. The worst part of that night? We were both drunk, and I wasn't sure if he was wearing a condom when we finally went inside me.
I was scared, and I asked him the next day if he remembered or not. He responded by ghosting me. Fucker.
So I panicked, and I started to text D. I asked him what to do. Should I take the pill? Should I go to the OBGYN? While I was in the bus going from point A to B, he said "Tell me everything". So I did. I told him how this guy went down on me. How I sucked his cock until he almost came in my mouth. How my screams and moans excited him so much: I thought I was being a good patient, by sharing these things. You're supposed to, right? I told him I had already taken the morning after pill, because I wasn't sure and I wanted to check if I'd have any trouble with the components.
Then D. said "I have a confession to make. I'm as hard as a rock and I want to fuck you now. I'm so ashamed". I told him to not be ashamed, and asked him if he wanted to meet up later that day. He said yes, he'd pick me up in his car and we'd go to his place, because he didn't want to leave his car in a shady motel.
I brought food and he picked me up, talking about music and basic stuff while we went to his place. He kissed me and I started to shake in anticipation. Fuck me, he was so good.
We made it to his place. He took me upstairs, started to kiss me and undress me. Went down on me, but he preferred to fuck me instead. He was like a volcano: riding me hard, staring into my eyes, focused. I matched his pace, shifting positions and being pliable to his touch. He came hard inside me.
We had to take a breather. He said I was such a good fuck, and that if I lost some weight, I'd be more beautiful than I already was, and picking up men like there wasn't tomorrow. We ate and talked about his girlfriend, with whom he had a falling out very suddenly. He missed her terribly and I felt a bit sorry for him, still wet from having him inside me, on top of me.
There was a soccer game on the TV, Colombia playing whoknowswho. I had already missed out on Iggy Pop playing my hometown, because I was fucking D. It was worth it.
We started to watch the game, already dressed and talking about past lovers and other times, when he put his hand between my legs. He noticed I was still warm and wet. I felt feral again, like an animal pulsating inside me, and I couldn't help myself. He pulled my jeans down, and spread my legs wide, never taking them off. He fucked me even harder than before, saying between quick breaths that we had to celebrate the country's goals somehow.
He came again inside me. And that's when I noticed the wrapper of the condom: it had expired over a year ago. I told him and we laughed, me being baffled by the absurdity of it all, him saying "look, look, I didn't come inside you!". He then took me home, and suggested I take the second dose of the morning after pill. Just to be safe.
Last year, he married his girlfriend (the same one he had broken up with before). He's now treating my dad and my brothers. We're still friends, and after all that weight I lost, he tries to check me out whenever I'm in his office.
For old time's sake.
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