Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
Finding a good doctor is hard. Finding a good gynecologist is almost impossible.
It all started when my gynecologist moved her practice to another city. Forced to seek out a replacement, I started looking, but finding a female gynecologistβthe thought of a man examining my privates made me sickβis like looking for a needle in a haystack. But after weeks of fruitless search, I finally found the perfect candidate. Okay, she was a little young and inexperienced, but even a newbie would be better than a manβno offence to any man reading this, but I am just not into guys.
I was not quite sure what to expect as I waited in the exam room, but it sure as hell was not the breathtaking young woman that walked in moments later. Somehow, I managed to get through the routine questions, but the second I felt her gloved fingers on my labia, I all self-control left my body.
"Mmmmm!" I moaned softly as the fantasy began.
No longer bound by the laws of reality, the fantasy gynecologist started gently massaging my lower lips.
"Wh... what are you doing?" I asked softly, still unsure if the unexpected turn of events I was experiencing was a result of my imagination or real life. But when she peered up at me with lust-filled eyes, I knew it was all in my head. Still, that would not stop me from enjoying every second of it. But my new doctor had other plans in mind. Or so I thought as I felt her fingers leave my labia. I was about to protest when I saw her lean forward.