Mästarvargen
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Hi girls! Many of you, are asking, how was the time i first went to the gynecologist. Was it awkward? Stressful? Traumatic? So I want to tell you therefore my dear friends, my first time at a gynecologist was not an unpleasant event for me, but on the contrary- it was the most enjoyable experience I have had in my entire life.
I was then about 17 years old, and only went for a routine checkup. My mother accompanied me to the clinic and asked me if I wanted her to be there, but I told her not to so she was waiting for me outside the room.
When I entered the clinic I was very impressed by the pictures and decorations on the walls. Right in front of the door was a diagram of a female genital with details on each part, and this was also the time I finally realized what a clitoris is. The other walls also had pictures and paintings of female genitals, and each one looked different. Until then I thought all the vaginas Looked the same, and that surprised me a lot.
So after I finished admiring the lovely pictures, I sat down on the chair in front of the doctor's desk.
"Hey, I'm Doctor Zibi. I'm divorced with two kids, I still think about my ex-wife every night, I have a dog named Kitty, I have hemorrhoids and only one testicle," he introduced himself. "What is your name?"
I didn't get why he told me all of that stuff, so i just answered his question.
"Anal. Nice name," he said and smiled at me. "You must be asking yourself why I told you all this stuff about me, right?"
That was right, so I nodded.
"Well, you see," he began to explain, "women are not always willing to 'open up' enough to a man, so to build trust I tell you my most hidden secrets. Now you know everything about me, and I will know about you."
So he led me to the bed and told me to undress. I did it. He told me to sit on the bed, so I obeyed. He slowly opened my legs and moved closer and closer to my genitals. He started touching all sorts of places and inspected every nook and cranny with a magnifying glass.
At first I felt embarrassed, but later it started to get pleasant and enjoyable. Inside a certain I let out a faint moan, and saw the tips of his mouth rise.
But it did not bother me, on the contrary; His hand inside my pussy made me feel like I was in heaven. See that he has experience in the field.
But then he took out his hand. "Everything is fine," he said as he walked back to his desk, "you can go."
can walk? After this thing? Who let him stop like that in the middle ?!
"I'd rather stay," I said quietly, not taking a look away from his mesmerizing eyes even for a moment. He gave me a captivating smile.
"I prefer you to stay, too," he admitted.
So we did not waste a moment and started working. He took off his clothes and threw them on the floor, and I stared at that perfection I saw in front of me. Although he was probably around the age of 40, he looked great. I always had something for older men.
"You really only have one testicle," I said admiringly, as I felt it between my fingers.
"Did you think I was lying?" He laughed, and before I could answer he was already on top of me on the bed. I could not take my eyes off his perfect smile, beautiful eyes and cheekbones - wow what amazing cheekbones he had! Prominent and sharp as a Japanese knife.
I put my hands on his cheeks and brought him closer to me for a kiss. I felt my hands cut, but I did not care. It was the most wonderful and delightful kiss I have experienced in my entire life (regardless of the fact that I had not kissed anyone before).
And then it happened. He put his big, oily organ into my pussy. It felt so good and satisfying, even more than that time I spilled orange juice on Shirit from the paralel class, which stole my kinder from my backpack, whore.
We continued the process, and after we finished we got up and put the clothes back on. I was very disappointed that it ended, but I can always come back here again, right?
"Now, you can go. Seriously, there's a crazy queue out there," he said, and right after he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I walked towards the door, but before I left, I gave him a farewell smile, and took one last look at his eyes. He smiled back.
"How was it? All right?" My mother asked when I left the room. I tried to erase the smile from my face but it did not work. I nodded, because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I would say or moan at something I did not want her to hear.
She smiled at me and hugged me from the side while walking. "He's good, right?"
"Excellent," I replied. I now have a husband and I had many more mates before him, but honestly, the sex with Dr. Zibi was a few levels above them all.
Since then I have had to go back to him a few more times, until one day he was no longer there. Turns out he died of hemorrhoids.
So yes, it hurts me a lot to know that I will never experience the same pleasure and excitement again, but I always prefer to look on the positive side; Thanks to him I gained a lot of confidence, and look at me now! I therefore tell one of my most intimate stories. I might even have my mom see it, but I have too much self-confidence to care. If you're reading this, hey mom!
So that's it girls, that's my story. I know not everyone is easy to go to a gynecologist, but it depends on the approach. If you flow and open up instead of being ashamed and waiting for it to end, you might as well enjoy it as I did. Good luck sweeties!
I was then about 17 years old, and only went for a routine checkup. My mother accompanied me to the clinic and asked me if I wanted her to be there, but I told her not to so she was waiting for me outside the room.
When I entered the clinic I was very impressed by the pictures and decorations on the walls. Right in front of the door was a diagram of a female genital with details on each part, and this was also the time I finally realized what a clitoris is. The other walls also had pictures and paintings of female genitals, and each one looked different. Until then I thought all the vaginas Looked the same, and that surprised me a lot.
So after I finished admiring the lovely pictures, I sat down on the chair in front of the doctor's desk.
"Hey, I'm Doctor Zibi. I'm divorced with two kids, I still think about my ex-wife every night, I have a dog named Kitty, I have hemorrhoids and only one testicle," he introduced himself. "What is your name?"
I didn't get why he told me all of that stuff, so i just answered his question.
"Anal. Nice name," he said and smiled at me. "You must be asking yourself why I told you all this stuff about me, right?"
That was right, so I nodded.
"Well, you see," he began to explain, "women are not always willing to 'open up' enough to a man, so to build trust I tell you my most hidden secrets. Now you know everything about me, and I will know about you."
So he led me to the bed and told me to undress. I did it. He told me to sit on the bed, so I obeyed. He slowly opened my legs and moved closer and closer to my genitals. He started touching all sorts of places and inspected every nook and cranny with a magnifying glass.
At first I felt embarrassed, but later it started to get pleasant and enjoyable. Inside a certain I let out a faint moan, and saw the tips of his mouth rise.
But it did not bother me, on the contrary; His hand inside my pussy made me feel like I was in heaven. See that he has experience in the field.
But then he took out his hand. "Everything is fine," he said as he walked back to his desk, "you can go."
can walk? After this thing? Who let him stop like that in the middle ?!
"I'd rather stay," I said quietly, not taking a look away from his mesmerizing eyes even for a moment. He gave me a captivating smile.
"I prefer you to stay, too," he admitted.
So we did not waste a moment and started working. He took off his clothes and threw them on the floor, and I stared at that perfection I saw in front of me. Although he was probably around the age of 40, he looked great. I always had something for older men.
"You really only have one testicle," I said admiringly, as I felt it between my fingers.
"Did you think I was lying?" He laughed, and before I could answer he was already on top of me on the bed. I could not take my eyes off his perfect smile, beautiful eyes and cheekbones - wow what amazing cheekbones he had! Prominent and sharp as a Japanese knife.
I put my hands on his cheeks and brought him closer to me for a kiss. I felt my hands cut, but I did not care. It was the most wonderful and delightful kiss I have experienced in my entire life (regardless of the fact that I had not kissed anyone before).
And then it happened. He put his big, oily organ into my pussy. It felt so good and satisfying, even more than that time I spilled orange juice on Shirit from the paralel class, which stole my kinder from my backpack, whore.
We continued the process, and after we finished we got up and put the clothes back on. I was very disappointed that it ended, but I can always come back here again, right?
"Now, you can go. Seriously, there's a crazy queue out there," he said, and right after he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I walked towards the door, but before I left, I gave him a farewell smile, and took one last look at his eyes. He smiled back.
"How was it? All right?" My mother asked when I left the room. I tried to erase the smile from my face but it did not work. I nodded, because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I would say or moan at something I did not want her to hear.
She smiled at me and hugged me from the side while walking. "He's good, right?"
"Excellent," I replied. I now have a husband and I had many more mates before him, but honestly, the sex with Dr. Zibi was a few levels above them all.
Since then I have had to go back to him a few more times, until one day he was no longer there. Turns out he died of hemorrhoids.
So yes, it hurts me a lot to know that I will never experience the same pleasure and excitement again, but I always prefer to look on the positive side; Thanks to him I gained a lot of confidence, and look at me now! I therefore tell one of my most intimate stories. I might even have my mom see it, but I have too much self-confidence to care. If you're reading this, hey mom!
So that's it girls, that's my story. I know not everyone is easy to go to a gynecologist, but it depends on the approach. If you flow and open up instead of being ashamed and waiting for it to end, you might as well enjoy it as I did. Good luck sweeties!