The Sex Doctor Novels & Stories

I didn't recognise the woman staring back. I set the phone face down,i must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my phone was buzzing. Three messages from Sophie lit up the screen. Oh honey no,i am so sorry. You don't deserve this. Hey friend, listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but there's someone I think could help. Remember I told you about my ex-husband? Vincent? He's a doctor now, specializes in women's sexual health. His clinic just opened last month. I know it's weird but he's supposed to be incredible at this. Very professional, very discreet. I can give you his info if you want.

"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.

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.

I am scared I have never been out of home. If somehow Adriano reaches me, I won't be able to look him in the eyes because I failed at one job he always wanted me to excel at, staying home. The doctor turned out to be a gynecologist and she surveyed me completely, asking me several personal questions like, "Are you sexually active?", "Did your husband ever forced you to make sexual relations with you?", "Are your kids healthy." I was so uncomfortable answering those questions.

It was a peculiar thing what the doctor had said. He asked me if I had the will to get sex. What I meant was how in the hell he could get that sassy. Wasn’t having two different personalities including being a timid scientist, and an overconfident lad with a hint of adrenaline junkie already too much? Now there was another personality of his that was sexually rude. “Huh? What did you say just now, doctor? How could you ask your vampire queen such a question? Do you have a death wish or something? “

“Only if you get examined, too. The same way I do. If he has to look down my throat, then he does the same to you.” Theo raises his left eyebrow and makes a weird face. “Alright, deal.” “Deal.” The doctor comes back and looks over Theo, even looking between his legs, which is weird. When he’s done, he gestures without words for me to lie down. I do as I’m told. Until He slides his fingers up my vagina. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get fresh with me?” “The doctor is just making sure all your bits are healthy, sweetheart.”

"Next patient, please," Marilyn loved her job. She was a doctor and an expert in Men's health. She specialised in men's health for two reasons. One was to throw a slap in the face of men who thought they understood women and got to yap about it on social media. Two, she probably loved dicks a little too much.

“That tiny blob is growing just fine.” For a moment, the room felt weightless. It was just us, the heartbeat, the screen, his hand gripping mine. And then, just when I thought I might cry again, Ram’s voice broke the spell. “Doc,” he began in that same serious tone he used in boardrooms. “Is sex still safe during pregnancy?” “Ram!” I hissed, heat flooding my face. “Oh my God.” The doctor’s composure cracked. She tried not to laugh, she really did, but her shoulders shook, and soon she was giggling behind her mask.

I love beverages and soft drinks, but I have had to restrain myself. I nodded positively to the doctor, eager to hear the sex of the baby. "Doctor Diva, without wasting any more time, can you tell me the sex of the baby?" I asked impatiently. The doctor sighed and looked down at the book on her table. I gazed directly into her eyes, hoping to see if my thoughts were correct. "The sex of the baby is..." Doctor Diva began.

She snapped her head in his direction and glared at him. “If the high heel fits,” the old man snapped. “I don’t believe in sex therapists. It’s a fancy title to make prostitution legal. You’re not practicing your trade here, young lady.” “Ted!” Justice walked out from behind his desk and stepped between her and the crusty old doctor. “Leave my office now and wait for me in reception. You’re overreacting to a situation you know nothing about. We’ll discuss this in private.” “Sex isn’t the answer,” the doctor reiterated angrily but he stormed toward the door. It slammed when he left.