This is partially true. Some of it isn't though. The majority is wishful thinking/fantasy. I have changed the names to protect the unknowing individuals, namely the doctor.
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I was having stomach problems. I didn't think it was anything, but decided to go to my regular doctor about it anyway. She sent me to get an ultrasound anyway. She had thought it was gall stones, but wasn't sure. The ultrasound confirmed her suspicions.
The following Tuesday, I had to go to the emergency room due to the gall stones bothering me. I was supposed to see a particular doctor, Steve McGuire, but he had left before the emergency room doctor could track him down. I ended up being released, so I went home.
On my way home, the doctor I was supposed to see called me. Well, his receptionist did. We set up an appointment for that Thursday at 11 in the morning.
Come Thursday morning, I arrived at the doctor's office. I found out he was/is a surgeon. Okay by me, I thought. No problem. Until I got a good look at him. I instantly fell in love with him.
He's at least 6'3" tall, got these beautiful dark, dark brown eyes that almost look black. He has these long fingers. He has a gentle touch that so turned me on.
He had me pull my top up so he could examine me. His fingers brushed against my breast. I thought maybe it was an accident the first time. When it happened again, I thought, hmmm, I wonder...
He began to discuss surgery to remove my gall bladder I figured "no problem". This meant I would be coming back to see him several times after my surgery. I was right.
On the morning of my surgery, I was laying there, waiting to be wheeled into the operating room. I saw the doctor. He was talking to another patient. When he finished, I figured he would just walk by and not stop to talk to me. I was very surprised to find him at my side. He placed his hand on my shoulder and asked how I was doing. I told him I was doing just okay.
Soon, I found myself wheeled into the operating room. Steve had changed into his scrubs and was waiting for me at the end of the operating table. Soon I was asleep, with the help of the anestheologist. I woke up in the recovery room.
I went to Steve's office Thursday of that same week, so he could check my incisions. Again, his hands were on my tummy. Once again, his hands skimmed my breasts. My nipples immediately hardened.
That weekend, my belly button started draining, so I called on Monday morning. I was told to come in later that day. I went in and saw the doctor, Steve. I found I really loved having his hands on my body. I saw Steve several times due to the drainage. No problem.
The day after he released me from his care, I received a call from Steve. He asked me to meet him at his office at 11:45 in the morning, just as he was scheduled to go to lunch.
"What are you doing for lunch?" He asked.
"Nothing. Any particular reason?" I asked.
"I'd like to take you to lunch. Maybe we could have a few minutes before lunch to talk first."