A Fantasy Written by: Jake W.
What is the fantasy, and what makes it exciting for you?
So, I think I read this somewhere, and it got stuck in my mind. And now it is in my mind a lot, and I guess it is one of my favorite fantasies. So playing doctor, but not lying in bed with a girl and asking “does it hurt here?” No, I mean with a practice and everything, and keeping my role as a doctor, and she keeping her role as a patient. And then the girl or woman would be a stranger to me, and would visit me for a check-up, because of complaints she is having. I guess I like it that you already have a setting, it sort of frees you up. You don’t have to worry about things like “do I really like her, maybe she wants more than a one-night stand, what do I say the morning after?” Questions I would have when I would meet someone in a bar for instance. In this role-playing way, you can just act out your sexuality, and it is the fantasy that you share.
What would the ideal daydream story of the fantasy be?
Yes. In my perfect scenario, I hire a former working place from a General Practitioner, and I tell him that we are shooting a movie or something. I make contact with a woman or a girl who would like to be my patient, someone who would also like to do this. I tell her that her appointment is at ten a.m. and that she can come to the practice and register at the counter, at my assistant. Yes, I also have an assistant, I arranged a lady friend of mine to participate.
At ten a.m. the doorbell rings. My assistant opens the door with a buzzer, and our patient walks in (in my mind the age of the woman or girl varies, so you can choose one 🙂 ). She is nervous and tells my assistant that she has an appointment. My assistant smiles and tells her that she can wait in the waiting room. After ten minutes of waiting I ask her in, through the intercom. We shake hands when she enters the room, and I ask her to please sit down. I have my white coat, and am sitting behind a desk, and an open laptop.
“What seems to be the problem?” I ask friendly. She remembers my instructions, which I sent by mail, and she says: “Well, I have a few problems, and one of them is that I cough a lot at night.” I stand up and tell her to remove her shirt. I put my stethoscope on her chest, and ask her to breathe deeply in and out. I am close to her and notice that she slowly is getting used to the situation. “Yes, I believe some steaming with menthol will suffice, your lungs sound pretty good. There were other issues you had?” She stuttered a little, and blushed when she said: “Well, sometimes it hurts a little internally. It is not too bad, but I still would like to have it checked out.” “And what do you mean by internally?” I ask. “Well, in my vagina.”
“Ah yes. This could be an infection. We would need to search for the place of injury, to determine how serious it is. We will look for a painful spot or an irregularity on the inside. Please put on your shirt and take off your pants and underwear and take place on the examination table. My assistant will be with you shortly.”
After a few minutes my assistant walks into the room, and says with a friendly smile: “I will put some gel on it as a preparation for the doctor. It can be a bit cold, however after a few seconds this will disappear.” The girl is lying down on the examination table, has her legs spread slightly, and my assistant puts some gel on her gloved finger, and puts it gently on the opening, and smears it a little. “There, the doctor will be with you shortly.”
A bit later I walk into the room, and go to the washing sink. I tell her in a reassuring way “I am warming up my hands, I hope they will stay warm, I sometimes have cold hands I am sorry to say.” I walk up to her and continue. “I am going inside your vagina to examine you. This has to be done quite thoroughly, to be sure we did not miss the irregularity. I will start at the entrance. If you feel uncomfortable, or if it is painful, please say so.” And I look at her to say that she really can tell if something is uncomfortable. I place one finger at the entrance and slowly feel around the edges. She is wet, which makes it easy. I take my time.
My assistant walks in and asks if I need help. I tell her that she can stand by, in case I need her later. She takes a chair and sits close by. “I did not find anything, so I will examine your internal wall.” I put two fingers inside, and start at the left. I push and wiggle with my fingertips to really feel each inch. I really take my time. The left, the bottom, the right. I go a little deeper and repeat, the left, the bottom, the right. I notice that she is getting warm, and breathing a little more heavily.
This is the moment when I go to the top, I suddenly aim exactly at her G-spot. The muscles in her body contract, and she suddenly inhales. I mumble that I do not seem to find anything, and frown a little. I turn to my assistant and say: “Jenny, could you please try, because it all seems fine, I can’t seem to find anything.” She stands up, puts one hand on our patient’s hip, and puts two fingers inside. I noticed that our patient’s hands are firmly holding the cloth on the table.
Jenny tells our patient to relax, just breathe in, and breathe out. While she says this, her two fingers are inside and she quietly lays her thumb on the clitoris. She again starts to thoroughly investigate, and while doing so, her thumb starts to move as well. Our patient starts to moan, and her legs start to move. Her back starts to curve, and her mouth opens slightly. Jenny takes her time, and she keeps going for some minutes. At this point our patient can not hold it anymore, loud moans are coming out, and we all feel that she is going to orgasm. Jenny starts to slow down, and teases our patient, each time pushing to an orgasm, and then slowing down. Each time this happens she moans louder, and it gets more intense. Until finally Jenny speeds up and our patients give a deep loud moan, her mouth fully open, her back bent, and all her muscles in her body contract. I feel her hand squeezing mine as hard as she can.
We all wait a few moments, and smile a little. Finally Jenny says: “Well, it seems to me you are all fine, we could not find anything. You can put on your clothes now”. We are silent as our patient comes back in this world slowly and puts on her underwear and pants, her socks and her shoes. When she is finished, I tell her that she can buy the menthol for her lungs at the local grocery, without a prescription. I give her a short hug, as does Jenny. She smiles, looks us in the eyes and says: “I am happy that I’m okay, and you could not find anything.” She turns around and walks out the door.
How could you actually fulfill it?
Well, I am not sure how to realize this. I feel a bit awkward having this idea, and I am not sure some people have the same. An abandoned practice would be great, and otherwise my apartment could also be a good place. Although a real practice would really really work well. I do have a lady friend who would be interested in playing the assistant :).
