Doctor Sex Novels & Stories

I’d been doing this since I was nineteen and gone on birth control for Topher, but these exams never got any easier, I swear. The doctor was a woman who seemed friendly when she came in, smiling and introducing herself to me with a handshake. But as soon as she got down to business, it was just that. Business. No more smiling. No more small talk. And lots of lecturing about sexually transmitted diseases and how I needed to take better care of protecting myself. The entire time she was spreading my knees apart and examining me, I got to hear all about the nasty, sometimes life-threatening side effects of most of the diseases she was testing me for.

An expecting mother who was sitting beside me gazed at me in surprise. "Are you expecting as well?" She smiled. I opened my mouth to answer when Dexter appeared beside me. "The doctor is waiting for us." He announced and I gave him a quizzical look. "Don't ask anything. I have my ways," He smirked, reminding me of how cocky he could be. I waved the woman good bye, smiling as we entered the doctor's office. Luckily for me, she was a female. I wasn't really comfortable with male doctors asking me some kind of questions, even though I knew that they had oaths binding them to keep our conversations confidentially.

she asked, her tone professional. "Um... I need birth control," I admitted, the words sounding like a confession I might have rather taken to my grave. "Right. I can definitely assist you with that," she replied, scribbling on the page in front of her. She continued to ask all the usual questions. My age, medical history, allergies, all that stuff. Then, as I had anticipated, the questions shifted to my sex life. “Are you currently sexually active?” the doctor asked, barely looking up at me as she continued to make her notes.

Andrea explained to the doctor. The doctor listed out a few things she should do, what food she should eat, and a bunch of things. “Doctor, can I have sex? I don't want my husband to suspect something is wrong,” She asked. “If you are not having vaginal bleeding or any kind of discomfort during sex, then you can have sex, it helps” The doctor explained to her. “Do you feel okay?” Drea asked on their way home. “Yes, I feel better, we should stop at the shopping mall so I can pick a few things. I don't want Alan suspecting we went somewhere” Ashley said to Drea who nodded in response.

“Menstrual cycles aren’t always punctual and can be affected by many things. But before we figure out what might be causing this, we need to do a few tests—we might find the cause that way. Did you happen to take a pregnancy test before coming in?” I almost scoffed at that question. “Like I said, I got divorced three months ago. So I don’t think pregnancy is even remotely possible.” The doctor nodded a bit awkwardly, clearly realizing he had overlooked a detail I’d already shared. The questions in my head kept piling up, but I knew I couldn’t ask any of them. I wasn’t the one supposed to ask questions here. My only job was to answer, not interrogate. “This might sound a bit uncomfortable, bu

The doctor said softly. Then Jace went to the door and opened it. Bowing to him slightly. The Doctor walked in. He used a stereoscope to check my heart. Then he brought out the file. “So you have a sperm Blockage surgery?” Jace chuckled, and I glared at him. “How old are you?” The doctor asked, annoyed. I smiled. “I just don't want my wife to suffer childbirth for now.” The Doctor smiled. “Oh…Is that pretty Lady Alessa? She is your wife?” He asked with a smile.

said the doctor, and I felt relieved. "But, don't you need to check her womb in detail? Did sperm enter her womb or not because she makes love every day?" Damn! Why should she say this to a man, even though he is a doctor? I was, of course, embarrassed and was constantly being watched by this doctor. His sensual lips were pulled wide to the side. The serious impression suddenly disappeared and became a friendly situation "Sorry, madam, checks like that can only be done for certain purposes. If you really want a good pregnancy program, you shouldn't have sex every day so that the sperm produced is of higher quality."

They had been having sex frequently, almost four times a day, and Jax was worried he might have overdone it. Richy felt the blunt, slick pressure of the doctor’s gloved finger against his puckered hole and gasped, his fingers clawing at the paper covering the exam table. The pressure increased and Richy cried out, instantly clamping hard, just to keep that finger from sliding into his intimate area. It felt unnatural, and he didn't like it. “Breathe out,” Dr Stanley instructed, his voice cold. The finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and Richy’s body resisted, clenched, then yielded until the doctor’s finger was deep inside him. Richy panted, tears springing to his eyes.

“Harden, this is fun, but I can’t keep up. You’re like a machine. Maybe you need professional help.” I thought he was joking at first, but he wasn’t. The next day, he slid a business card across the breakfast table. “Dr. Elias Voss,” it read. “Sexual Health Specialist.” Tyler explained he’d heard about him from a friend—some famous sex doctor who dealt with addictions, sensitivities, all that stuff. “He’s got a rep for fixing guys like you,” Tyler said, smirking. “Or at least channeling it productively. And hey, he’s hot as hell, from what I hear. Might be right up your alley.”

“Why do you keep poking her? What do you expect? Hugs and cookies?” “I just wanted to talk to her.” “You climbed a wall for a ‘talk,’” Theo snorted. “Honestly, what were you thinking?” Alexander didn’t answer, his pride wouldn’t let him. The doctor arrived shortly after, who's a family physician with over twenty years of experience and began examining him.