Novel & Cerita Sex Stories Doctor

Selena straddled her, holding her down by the shoulders, “Then tell me…how many women have you slept with? I wanna know.” Cassandra pondered about it, losing the count in her head, “Let’s just say more than fifteen.” She baffled, shaking her, “More than fifty?! Fifty!?” “Fifteen, silly. Are you still asleep or what?” Selena hugged her then, feeling even more upset, “It’s still a high number. No wonder you’re so experienced.” Cassandra stroked her hair, “See why we don’t talk about the past?” Selena looked at her, resting her chin on chest, “Are you going to get tired of me?” The doctor let out a sigh, “I don’t get tired of anyone. The women I’ve been with…they understand the no-strings attac

"That man is naughty. He told Rose that she would be responsible for his bath and we both know how Rose could be. She isn't prepared to see a man's groin yet. But If I was the one that got that offer, girl, trust me. You know what I'm capable of right?" "Well, it's unfortunate that you weren't the one. Hehehe." She gave a naughty smile. "You 're a doctor, I just wonder what happens between you and your male patients inside that test room. Most especially the male, and cute single patients." "Hehehe. You 're right girl, wonders do happen. A patient of mine would be coming. He has an erection problem so…" "So what?" Mara asked. "He is so cute and the Good part of this story is that he is singl

They were in the privacy of the lounge of her suite, and she sat on the chaise while the doctor knelt in front of her, between her legs, examining her with strange probe-like objects. He seemed to be on the floor for ages, and Lena exhaled in relief when he finally sat upright. He felt around her abdomen, putting pressure on odd parts of her stomach. Lena watched him in interest as he studied her, and took notes in his journal of sorts. "Have you experienced pain during or immediately after sexual activity?" the doctor asked. Lena's face instantly turned scarlet. She was surprised by the boldness of his question, wishing for the less offensive, circumlocutory speech of the doctor of Sterling

Doctor Beiber said after doing a few more checks on Desiree. “Please excuse,” the doctor said and was about to leave when Desiree stopped her by saying her name. “Yes?” Doctor Beiber turned with a brow of expectation raised. “Is something wrong, Desiree?” “No. I just want to ask you something,” Desiree said, her cheek burning up. She asked, “We can have sex, right?” Gerald nearly choked, while Doctor Beiber had an amused look on her face before she answered, “Yes, you can have sex, Desiree. It's absolutely safe.”

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

the doctor asked Alexander sighed and flicked his hair backward, "Look, we are here because she's having a serious pain in her vagina" Alexander replied "oh, what happened dear?" he asked me "we had sex but it didn't turn out so well and somehow, his dick must have injured me badly but I really don't know what to think" I replied Alexander felt so uncomfortable after I explained what happened, his breathing rate changed and he couldn't maintain his predator eye contact with the doctor "I see, first time having sex?" the doctor asked

Travis asked as soon as they were out of the door. “I don’t know Dr. Athena yet, but for Liora, man, she sounds really smart. When did she get that smart?” Felix asked, his eyes drawn in curiosity. Travis nodded, his eyes fixed on the lecture room door. His heart had skipped at some point in the lecture, his eyes glued to only her as she spoke. He had been fascinated by her. “So my ex-wife is a famous doctor.” Travis muttered under his breath. He had many things he needed information on, but from what he could see, he was getting interested.

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.

“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.”

My body buzzed with nerves, shame, and something darker. The door opened, and his voice cut through me like smoke. “Alessia Cruz.” I looked up. There he was. Dr. Zayn Steele. Tall, broad, tattoos curling up his forearms under his rolled sleeves. His lip piercing caught the light as he gave me that unreadable look. My stomach twisted. “Come in.” I followed him into his office, every step heavier than the last. He gestured to the same chair across from his desk. “Sit.”