The Forbidden: Dirty Dr. Dreams x 2
This is a story within a story.
In fact, it is the sequel to "Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True."
Since my circumstances have changed so much this year, I've had time to do a lot of thinking. More than I'd like, actually.
As I look back on my life thus far, there's so much I would do over, but also, a great deal I'm proud of.
I'm in my mid fifties now, and in over two decades in practice, I've never once allowed my animal nature as a man to interfere with the deep respect I have for my profession as a doctor of obstetrics and gynecology. This is no small task considering my largely young, enticing female clientele.
Even the pregnant girls have a certain lure, their breasts extra full and their bodies often otherwise perfect despite the endearing swell of their bellies. I've always been attracted to women when they are somewhere in between madonna and sexual plaything.
Certainly, some very racy thoughts have crept into my mind more times than I can count, largely after hours, or when the pressures of life and relationships were too great, but I've never broken my oath. If my resolve ever flags during an exam, if I detect even the slightest stirring in my pants, I’m able to banish the errant thought with a same urgency with which I'd treat a life threatening condition in one of my patients.
A certain formality is engrained in me, and I'm perhaps a bit too good at shutting my emotions down. Just ask anyone whose loved me.
My life may be public by necessity, yet in between work at my thriving practice, trips to the delivery room and odd events within the medical community, I spend much of my spare time alone. I really don't mind because I'm actually quite shy by nature, except for one thing...
It's true what they say.
Idle hands really are the devil's workshop.
Don't misunderstand, I have no shortage of women wanting to be with me. I'm tall, dark, and very good looking, or so I’ve been told. But I also know that I am a wealthy doctor and I drive a Maserati. That’s all a little too trite for your taste, I am sure.
Mine too, actually, but I am not about to deny myself the finer things in life simply to avoid attracting attention. I just make it harder for the wrong people to get close.
Believe it or not, I do manage to keep my ego in check, even though I know that I come off aloof and guarded.
I like a woman who maintains her class until it's time for her to let me see her "intricacies," shall we say.
That's when I really come alive.
And though I embrace my solitude, I'm still a man with needs like any other.
It was on one of these idle evenings in my relatively new bachelor apartment that I opened a Pandora's box that can never again be closed.
Perhaps there was something about the night, because I was definitely in the mood for something a little different. I watched through my picture window as the sun sank on the horizon, its light glinting over the gentle black ripples of the river.
With my glass of red in hand, I settled onto my sofa and turned on my iPad.
Against my better judgment, I googled "ob gyn fantasy."
You'll surely understand why I've never wanted to delve into the details around the ubiquitous doctor patient/fetish. Why fan the flames of the temptation I fight against daily? Yet there I was, dipping my toe into a sea of potential trouble.
As you'd expect, a slew of free porn popped up. Sure I could watch some over-produced video with hokey dialogue, but then my exciting plan for a night of self-love would be over in five minutes. I decided to click on an erotic literature forum instead. A little reading to set the mood.
I couldn’t help but grin when I noted huge number of story results. The top story tagged with the words "OB GYN fantasy" was titled,
"Her Dirty Doctor Dreams Come True." by a contributor called “SabrinaH33.” I clicked:
https://www.literotica.com/s/her-dirty-doctor-dreams-come-true
The tale begins from a female patient's perspective. She's been jilted by her husband and is feeling weak. She confesses to the reader that she lusts after her gynecologist, but she's a good girl (just the way I like them), and doesn't share her dirty secret with him. As I read on, she sounds more and more like my type, cute, curvy, and brunette. The doctor who's turning her on so much doesn't have any idea how wild he's driving her. The story goes on to present the male protagonist as an ethical doctor, just like myself, or so it would seem.
I find the writing is pretty good, so I sip my wine slowly (it's a nice Barbaresco from Piemonte, in case you're wondering) and read along with great interest.
As I savor my date with myself, I'm proud that I resist the urge to scroll to the (hopefully) graphic sex scene at the end. I'm further titillated by the mounting feeling that l'm doing something slightly dangerous.
In fact, I know I am.
Tonight I broke my rules, and my body is responding. The doctor has a lot of traits that I relate to, and his desire to be proper helps the sexual tension build.
As I get to the part where the two would-be lovers accidentally meet at a local bar, she vulnerable and he suddenly ready to unleash years of suppressed desire, I haven’t even touched myself yet but I am close to being rock hard. The story crescendos as the doctor finally gives in and becomes very forward with her, fingering her pussy in public.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
