Doctor Will Do His Best to Please You

So I finally tried that whole doctor roleplay thing, and honestly, it was way more intense than I expected, and I’m still kind of buzzing from it, so I have to tell you about it. I walked in with this flimsy paper gown that barely covered anything, feeling a little silly and nervous, but the moment he smiled at me with that calm, steady look, all the awkwardness just melted away. He told me to relax, that he’d take care of everything, and that’s when he started his exam, but it wasn’t clinical at all—his hands were warm and deliberate, tracing slowly down my arms before resting on my waist, pulling me just a bit closer to the edge of the table. Every touch felt like he was reading my body, adjusting his pressure and pace based on the little gasps I couldn’t hold back, and when he leaned in to whisper that he wanted to make sure I was completely satisfied, my heart was pounding so loud I thought he could hear it. He guided me to lie back, and his fingers started exploring lower, teasingly slow at first, then more confident as he found the spots that made my hips arch up on their own. I remember gripping the crinkly paper beneath me, trying to keep quiet, but he kept pushing me with this soft, reassuring voice, saying he wouldn’t stop until I was fully taken care of, and that sent a shiver straight through me. He moved with such focused intention, his mouth following his hands, and every sensation built on the last until I was completely lost in it, just letting go and surrendering to the moment. The way he paced himself, drawing things out when I got too close, then diving back in harder, was honestly maddening in the best way, and by the time he finally let me crest over that edge, I was trembling and breathless, totally spent. He just smiled, helped me sit up, and asked if I needed any follow-up, and we both laughed, but I knew right then that this wasn’t a one-time visit—that man definitely did his best, and I’m already planning my next appointment.