Novel & Cerita Sex Stories Doctor

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.

Damitri King I have a question that I'm sure the Dr won't know how to answer but I still have to know. "Dr we have a very peculiar relationship and I was" the Dr raises his hand stoping me for saying anything else. "Mr King poly relationships although not common are now a normal thing to see" he stand walking over to the small sink and starts to wash his hand "I'm not going to judge and if I'm not being to forward I believe what your actually trying to ask is if it's safe to have sex whether it be more on the rougher side or not am I correct" the doctor says while looking over his glasses at us waiting for some sort of confirmation that his assumption is correct.

"My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?" Before long, a crowd began to gather around me. Some people began to take my side. "Leave her alone." "Her husband just died! Why should she be denied the right to cry?" "What kind of cold-hearted doctor are you? Have you never lost someone close to you? We don't mind at all, so why should you?" Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd.

“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.”

Makarius asked. Kayla. His wife is furious right now. Someone sent her pictures of you two in bed. Your wife? Victoria. You might know her. Kayla turned her head. The doctor came into the office with a file. The doctor entered the office with a file, his expression unreadable, keeping the tension thick in the air. Makarius held his breath, every possible scenario running through his mind. Was this the moment that would tear everything apart? Finally, the doctor spoke, 'Yes, both were drugged. No sexual intercourse. No sign of sperm.'

When I came, my thighs trembled around his shoulders. He rose, wiping his mouth with a satisfied smirk, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue. “We’ll finish this properly tonight at my place,” he promised, helping me straighten my clothes. We slipped out separately, hearts racing. Back on the floor, reality crashed in quickly. Dr. Ryan Hayes appeared for a consult on one of my patients. His face lit up when he saw me. “Lila! You’re back. Looking strong. Need any help with that lift?”