Cerita Dewasa Dokter Novels & Stories

"My name is…" You thought I was gonna mention my name? Nah. What if this is a confession later? Or something more than that? But hey, I'm a doctor already. All of it is in the past. I swore the HIPAA oath. After the final remarks, I stood up to go and felt the pull of the bra again. I sat back down. It was as if my breasts had grown bigger during the programme. All I wanted to do was take it off. Or probably that doll should take it off. Woah. I was thinking of her in that way. I'd had two boyfriends. One back in junior high and one currently. We were not on good terms, though. He flew to Europe and he hadn't been consistent with communication. This was new, uncharted territory. Now the thou

I am not sure if he knows how much this behavior helps to keep up our facade of being a real couple. “Then let’s start. If you’ll please come with me, miss Ross. You are welcome to join as well, Mr. Peccati.” The doctor motions for me to step behind a screen to undress and then get up on the bed and place my legs in the stirrup. She glances at the bruises on my thighs and but, and the ones developing on my knee with concern. “Our sexual preferences are none of your business.” Alessio snaps at her and she sends him a quick uncertain smile before starting the examination.

She stopped her fingers there, reading through the details one after another. “Hold on a second…” she lifted her eyes to the doctor, her breath hitched. “Vasetomy…” She grimaced, “My husband is unable to conceive…” The word hit her like a punch to her gut, making her throat burn. “W…what's going on here? Can you explain this document to me. How come? I…I don't get it.” She withdrew back a little, her neck dropped. “Below the document this report was conducted by one of my close colleagues. He's out of the country now. I guess he was really close to your husband.”

I hope I don't fail. The next morning, I open my tired eyes as I try to look for the doctor. And as always, he's not in bed next to me. So, resigned, I grab a robe and go out to have some coffee before going to work. When I arrived in the living room, I saw that he was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, wearing his red boxers and a white sleeveless t-shirt. “Doctor Dustin?” I whispered, surprised to see him there. “Wow, he sleeps too much!” He murmured with his perfect magazine-man demeanor. “I guess sex is like an exercise for you,” he said as he passed a needle through the fabric of the dress that Abby had torn.

“Silly woman. That’s okay if you like someone and give your virginity to him. What I don’t like is that man outside this room like BDSM. Look at your body, it's full of wounds.” “It’s not like that.” “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyway, before anything else. Can you answer me truthfully?” “What is it?” “If you rate his cock at 1 to 10, how big is he?” "9" Asia answered weakly but I heard that. “That's why the wound inside you is so deep. He really ruined you.” I heard the doctor laugh. I immediately left the door and sat in the living room while waiting for Asia and the Doctor. After a few minutes, the doctor came out and handed me a paper.

The doctor continued, addressing the unspoken accusations hanging in the air. "I suppose you have a purpose for being here. Are you planning to report me or revoke my medical license? Is that why you've waltzed into my sanctuary?" The doctor's words dripped with a mix of defiance and curiosity. Richard, grappling with the shock of his capture, had inadvertently stumbled upon the dark secrets hidden behind the façade of a respected medical professional. The doctor's atrocities unfolded before him – a macabre symphony of patient murders at the behest of guarantors, unauthorized abortions carried out callously.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

“I thought it would be rude to disappear before you woke up.” There were two mugs of coffee, toast, and some fruit that had been cut into uneven pieces that simply put a smile on my face. I picked up my mug. “You cut that fruit terribly.” “I am a doctor, not a chef.” “Oh dear, I see you really tried.” “I did.” He faked tears. “This is what trying looks like.” I laughed quietly, and the sound surprised me. I had not expected the morning to feel this ordinary. Damien sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a moment.

I knew perfectly well they were trying to keep an eye on me, and honestly, that was exactly the effect I wanted. At 12:55 p.m., one of the staff members pointed to a seat by the window. “Dr. Lane, have a seat. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll come by periodically to check.” With that, they shut the door behind them. The moment the records room door slammed shut, I grabbed the doctor's code of conduct handbook from the desk and began reciting it at the top of my lungs. “Article One! Doctors must possess sound professional ethics and medical competency, uphold their principles, and fulfil the sacred duty of preventing illness, treating disease, saving lives, and protecting the health o

"It's okay, Doctor." Why does Dr. Dewi's thinking align so well with mine? I believe Raisa isn't a good person; she'd do anything for money. So, it's not impossible for her to engage in extramarital activities and become pregnant, but she asks for Mr. Chandra's responsibility because she sees him as wealthy. This will become a challenge for me. "Alright, Ms. Dita, let me share the results with you. there are no serious sexually transmitted diseases. You have a genital infection, which I'll prescribe medication and antibiotics for," the doctor said.