George is addicted to Candy, especially dark chocolate candy. Only he's not addicted to the confectionery flavor of dark chocolate. He's addicted to the human kind flavor of dark chocolate.
Having experienced back pain for years, George was a perpetual, pain pill popper. Only, it wasn't until recently, that he stopped taking pills when a friend died of heart failure and the cause of death was ruled from taking too much over-the-counter pain pills. Still, it wasn't until another one of his friends needed kidney dialysis, that he considered other options to relieve his back pain.
Not wanting to die and/or damage his kidneys but desperate for relief from his back pain, he was willing to try anything, even go to a chiropractor. His doctor wanted him to go to a physical therapist at the medical center. Yet, after seeing a roomful of old people receiving physical therapy for a variety of ailments, he didn't need to be reminded weekly that he was getting older.
Oddly enough, he had never even had a massage. He didn't like people touching him, especially men. If he was going through the trouble of getting a massage, he'd want a massage from a woman and one with a happy ending. Yet, having a massage therapist masturbate him would do little for his back pain.
Dreading his first visit to the chiropractor's office, after sleeping the wrong way, every time he leaned, turned, twisted, bent, stooped, and/or lifted his arms, George was in excruciating pain. Unable to walk, sit, sleep, and/or drive without pain, he had to do something to alleviate his pain. Tossing and turning and not sleeping well the night before his doctor's visit, he had a night of bad dreams and slept only a few hours. Nonetheless his pain, being stubborn about seeking professional help until he had to, still, he considered canceling and rescheduling his chiropractor's appointment.
Yet, after consulting with his primary healthcare provider over the phone, she reinforced that he couldn't continue popping pain pills like candy without the potential of dire health consequences. She warned him that he'd ruin his kidneys, cause internal, anal bleeding, have a premature stroke, heart attack, or even die. Scaring him into seeking professional help, she told him physical therapy or a chiropractor may ease his pain and is a better and safer alternative than drugs. Only, accident prone as a child and always in and out of emergency rooms, George had a fear of doctors.
"After getting your back sorted out, it would help if you joined a gym and lost fifty-pounds," advised his doctor while patting his stomach. "Exercise and losing weight will help ease your pain more than any medication can. After a while, when taking too much over-the-counter pain pills, addicted, you become immune to the medicine and need to take more. That's when you may get into trouble with interaction with other drugs that you need to take and overdosing," she said.
Thinking that the pills were safe because they were over-the-counter, he remembered what the pharmacist said when he picked up his drugs.
"Do not take more than six pills in a day. And do not take these for more than ten, consecutive days," he said raising his voice and pointing his finger at him as if he knew that he'd take more than six pills a day and take them longer than ten days.
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Not the adventurous type, George had unfounded fears of anything new. He knew that when the chiropractor manipulated his body and put him in the inhuman positions of a contortionist, that he'd be in a lot of pain, even more pain than he was now. Between the heating pad, topical pain relief ointments, and long, hot showers, if he didn't try a chiropractor, he'd be back to popping even more pain pills like candy again. The last thing that he wanted to do was to ruin his kidneys or die of a heart attack over a bad back while overdosing on over-the-counter medication.
Now that he was off of the pain pills, against his better judgment, deciding to go through with the chiropractor's first visit, with him in enough pain and with the pain not subsiding but getting worse, he was willing to try anything. Even if it caused him more pain in the beginning, he was ready to take it like a man. Only, instead of being a painful ordeal, as if he was dreaming and having a sexual fantasy, his first visit to the chiropractor was an unexpected surprise and a real, sexual pleasure.
Immediately, he saw her as soon as he opened the office door to the chiropractor's office. Immediately, he was sexually attracted to her. A busty, black beauty, never had he seen a woman as pretty and with such big tits. Looking from here face to her breasts and back, he had trouble deciding on where to stare.
While waiting for the doctor to finish with a patient, George met Candy, the doctor's receptionist, an ebony beauty. With making a love connection the last thing on his mind, he never expected to find the truest love of his life at of all places, the chiropractor's office. Yet, never knowing how or when, not expecting the unexpected, this is how true love happens. A serendipitous surprise, a happenstance meeting, a look across a crowded room, or when least expecting to find love, love bites you in the ass or kicks you in the nuts.
Never believing in love at first sight, indeed, as soon as he saw her sitting there, it was love at first sight. Never had he met a woman so personable and friendly. Other than on TV, never had he seen a woman as beautiful. Other than in a movie, never had he seen a woman as sexy. Other than in his sexual fantasies, never had he seen a woman with such big tits.
As if she was specially made for just for him, now that he saw the doctor's receptionist, as if she was his dream woman come true, he no longer feared going to the chiropractor. Even more than that, no longer thinking about his back pain, he no longer thought about the temporary, additional pain that the chiropractor may inflict. His mind, his heart, and his other brain that controlled his penis were filled with the vision of such a captivating woman.
Jumping way ahead of himself, all he thought about was kissing the doctor's receptionist while feeling her everywhere through her clothes. He wondered what she looked like in her sexy bikini panties and her low-cut bra. He wondered what she looked in her short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown. He wondered what she looked like topless. He wondered what she looked like naked.
'Topless, topless, topless, I'd love to see her topless. Naked, naked, naked, I'd love to see her naked,' he thought.
While undressing her with his eyes, all he thought about was undressing her, stripping her naked, and seeing her without her clothes. All he thought about was having his wicked, sexual way with her big, naked tits and big, erect nipples. All he thought about was her stroking him while sucking him. All he thought about was cumming in her beautiful mouth. All he thought about was making love to her before fucking her hard and fast enough to give her a sexual orgasm with his prick. All he thought about was cumming in her warm, wet pussy.
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'It's a miracle! I'm cured,' he thought while staring at the receptionist as if she was sitting there naked. 'Better than taking a dozen pain pills, no longer needing the painful adjustments of a chiropractor, I can't believe my pain is gone. As if she's a good witch, she cured me by just sitting there and looking at me,' he thought. 'Wow! She's so beautiful. She's so sexy.'
