The Sex Doctor Novels & Stories

the doctor instructed. “Okay doctor I will keep that in mind,” I said. I turned at Mike who was standing near the door, his hands clasped infront as he appeared nervous. I wondered why he was nervous, I mean I have never sean Mike that nervous. “Do....doctor,” Mike stuttered. “I have a question.” “Yes.” “Can....can we still have sex?” Mike blurted out nervously. The doctor chuckled as I glared at Mike. “Yes, there is no problem with that Mr Luthra,”tge doctor replied.

I’m sure the poor man is confused as hell but I saunter past him and practically skip towards the living room, ignoring the painful twang between my thighs. The doctor is a beautiful Indian woman and her hair is to die for. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Macaulay? Your husband says you might not be feeling well.” She asks, her voice laced with concern. My heart does those little painful jigs when she mentions Bhyron and I barely stop myself from cursing him out right there. “I’m okay. Just a little um… sore.” All of a sudden, I feel shy and vulnerable. I never envisioned that I’d be talking to a doctor after having sex. I thought I’d be pampered and cared for by my husband, but here we are.

the doctor indicated, his eyes shifting between Mad and me. What? She’s just lying next to me. Is he saying he prefers the doggy position? “I missed her so much,” I moaned and tenderly kissed Mad’s neck. A blush suddenly appears on both cheeks of the two older people standing across the room. I take it as their vulnerability and keep on: “I was wondering if sex is allowed. There are lots of positions you wouldn’t complain about.” The doctor cracks into a fit of coughs as Mad and the nurse’s eyes widen at my utterance.

Vincent said, looking at me like a dutiful husband and the doctor nodded. "Of course. We'll run some tests." The doctor said and u stood up from the seat. I underwent the tests with Vincent by my side. Afterward, the doctor led us to his office to counsel us. "Sex is crucial during pregnancy," The doctor said, looking at us and I almost choked on my saliva. My face flushed pink, and Vincent smiled, looking at me. "Really?" Vincent asked and my eyes widened in shock. What is he planning to do? What is Vincent driving at?

"Alright, ma'am. Just wait for a few seconds while I reach out to the doctor on duty. Please take a seat." Chloe did as told and waited for the next few minutes. Just like the nurse had promised it didn't take long for the doctor to call for her to come in. To her surprise the gynecologist is a male. From his looks, he would be around the same age as Chloe or probably two years older. It suddenly made her feel insecure. The doctor smiled warmly, "I get that meeting a male doctor concerning your privacy is hard, but I can assure you that there is nothing to worry about. Whatever we discuss is strictly on a professional note. I have been doing this for a while, just trust me."

Maya looked at the screen while the doctor was talking, but I wasn’t listening, my ears were completely muffled until a sound filled them. A rhythmic Tum-Tum exploded in the room, a rhythmic and strong beat that resounded in my ears and went in rhythm with mine. Okay, I was going to pass out, my breath was cut through my throat, and I was firmly convinced that my whole body had stopped working completely. I stood still, staring at the screen, with that fabulous beat that kept ringing in my ears. "Oh, there’s sex," said the doctor, "Do you want to know, or would you rather I have it for a gender party?" she asked.

“You have to come in for monthly checkups, no absences, Selene. Normally I would leave you in the hands of Dr. Yards, but she has a lot of patients, and I am trained in obstetrics.” “Thank you, doctor,” I said and looked at Selene. “I'll be sure to bring her in every time.” “It's possible the baby will show its sex in the next few weeks, so don't miss the appointment,” the doctor said. “You can go home.” Selene sighed and then watched her feet with a frown. “I'll explain later,” I said calmly, and she nodded. Selene cleaned up, the doctor picked everything up, and we left the area we were in.

My voice was shaky, my palms sweating. “Aside from the medications I will prescribe for you, you will need at least sex thrice a week but better up to eight times a week. Without telling me, I can detect that it's been a long time since you have had sex, that's why you stand the risk of getting cervical cancer.” I deviated my gaze to the floor, clutching my hands before me. Who is going to have sex with me? My thoughts went far and I was almost lost when a knock on the desk brought me back. The doctor smiled.

Christopher nodded and said, “I understand. Thank you, doctor. Is there anything else?” The doctor replied again, “In addition, I would also recommend that you visit a larger, more formal, and high-end brothel in the future. A lot of women who are selling sex at the side of the street might be offering their services for a very cheap price, but they usually carry a lot of venereal diseases. They might even have AIDS. You are already so old. Do you really need to torture yourself like this just to save a little bit of money?” Christopher’s face turned green immediately…

It wouldn’t be the first or second session, but he would be buried deep in her soon enough despite his objections. This was going to be one hell of an experiment. It would be on so many levels. The doctor knew that sexual release could actually fix a lot of medical conditions. He was sure that he could help her with all of hers as well. He went back to the papers in front of him as the rest of his staff went home for the day. He had a lot of things left to do for the night.