Gentle female doctor

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Many netizens who add me as a friend call me an expert, assuming I must be very handsome. Actually, I'm rather insecure about this, because I'm not exactly handsome or dashing. However, I'm quite confident in my exceptional eloquence and robust physique, which gives me a masculine air. Years of experience have taught me that good looks only represent appearance, and modern women prefer men with substance. Therefore, someone like me, with a seemingly unremarkable exterior but inner beauty, has a wider market. I'm not gay; I only love women, regardless of age or appearance. I believe every woman has something to offer; it's just a matter of whether you know how to discover it! Remember my number? Okay, here's a classic case study from my own experience.

Li is a young female internist I know. She's not exceptionally beautiful, but rather has a pretty face. She's 1.63 meters tall, with long, black hair always tied in a ponytail down her back, long eyelashes, and eyes that aren't large but are double-lidded. When she smiles, her eyes narrow, revealing two shallow dimples. If she laughs heartily, she reveals two very charming little tiger teeth. Her teeth were very white and clean. She liked to wear skirts, and I had noticed her a long time ago because of her sexy and frequently changing dresses. However, she was not talkative and basically didn't have the habit of chatting with people. After get off work, she would go back to her rented apartment. I had always regretted not having a chance to get to know her. Three years ago, one summer morning, she was seeing patients at her clinic. I went to see her to ask her a question because of a patient a friend had asked me to see. I remember that day, there weren't many patients, and they were all seeing specialists. She was the only one in the clinic. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a little lipstick, and was sitting there reading a book. Underneath her white dress, she wore a blue and white striped dress, the hem of which was not visible, flesh-colored stockings, and red sandals. I coughed lightly, and she looked up, smiled politely, and asked, "Is there something you need?" I told her what I needed to say, and as I spoke, I pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. After she answered my questions, I didn't want to leave, so we chatted casually, asking where she lived. She smiled and said, "In **Apartment." I said, "How can I contact you if I need your help?" She then gave me the address in detail, which I secretly memorized. Later, I asked, "Where does your boyfriend work?" "I don't have a boyfriend yet," she replied. Suddenly, I had a sudden thought and said, "Aren't you off work this afternoon? What will you be doing?" She thought for a moment, "Reading in my room!" I then followed up, saying, "I'm free, how about I come over to hang out?" She considered it for a moment, "That's not a good idea, I don't have any hobbies! Forget it!" Later, I was really unwilling to give up, so I shamelessly said, "It's okay, I can come to your place, how about we chat!" Seeing that I wouldn't give up, she politely replied, "Okay! Maybe another time!" I was about to say something more when a patient walked in, so I got up, turned around and said, "Wait for me at noon!" She didn't answer, so I had to leave dejectedly.

After lunch, it was very hot, so I washed myself thoroughly with shower gel, sprayed on some cologne, bought a large pineapple, and took a taxi to find her. The apartment she mentioned was very easy to find, and her place had very conspicuous signs, so it was easy to find her dormitory. After climbing five flights of stairs, I reached the entrance and saw some underwear hanging on the wire. Among them was a bright red bra and panties, very sexy. I thought to myself, if she was wearing that, judging from the style of the underwear, I could conclude that although she was very introverted, she was quite sexually frustrated. And, based on my experience, women like that, once they unleash their passion, are incredibly powerful. Actually, I hesitated at the time. After all, everyone perceived her as cold and aloof; no one was her friend because she didn't like to communicate much. Therefore, many people didn't know her well. Of course, this also meant there was very little negative news about her. My understanding of introverted people is that, as long as they aren't lesbians, they also have emotions and desires, and they also crave passion. They just fear a certain force, fear that their inner world will be understood by ordinary people. So, all you need is the key to unlock their hearts. Their common weakness is that once you win their hearts, it's easy to win their bodies. And this is what we, as their confidants, crave. Thinking about this… I cleared my throat and gently knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Her sweet voice came from inside. "It's me!" I answered instinctively, then felt silly. After all, we had only spoken once that morning; how could she possibly recognize my voice?

She didn't ask any more questions, opened the door, and, having probably just showered, changed into a peach-colored nightgown and red slippers. She wasn't wearing stockings, making her legs appear very white. Her hair was wet and disheveled, and her clothes were soaked. As she dried her hair with a towel, she looked at me with surprise. "It's you! Is something the matter?" It seemed she wasn't very welcoming of this unexpected guest. This was crucial. One wrong word and I might not be allowed in, and I'd be in big trouble. So, I coughed lightly and said with a smile in the softest voice I could muster, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered I have a promise to you that I haven't kept. I tossed and turned for ages, unable to sleep. I figured I'm a grown man, I can't break my promise, right?" I was thinking to myself, the key to success or failure was whether she'd let me in or not, so I had to be as disgusting as possible, saying something classic, cheesy, and sure enough to get her to listen. But she wasn't appreciative at all. She just smiled faintly and said, "Okay, now that you've come and done your job, you can go back and rest, right?" I almost spat out blood when I heard that, but even though my heart was pounding, I remained calm and said in a kind and gentle voice, "No way! To show my sincerity, I walked a very, very long way here and climbed five flights of stairs. I'm so tired and thirsty now, and it's so hot. I'm already feeling a bit exhausted. You can't just leave me to die! Can I just rest for a bit and have some water before I leave?" When communicating with women, your wording is crucial. Here, I used "maybe" instead of the more common "is that so?", which makes a qualitative difference. This is something I learned from doing social surveys in college. I never thought I'd use it in picking up girls. Haha.

Unable to refuse, she had no choice but to let me in with a helpless expression. The room wasn't big: a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Exactly as I had imagined. I casually handed her the large pineapple, and she took it in her hand with a surprised look, staring at me. I addressed her seriously, "I'm sorry, the people in our neighborhood are all so indifferent, so all the flower shops nearby have closed down. Only the fruit shop is still open, so this is the only pineapple I could find!" She chuckled, revealing her little tiger teeth. "You're so funny!" she laughed. Seeing an opportunity, I continued seriously, "Hey, miss, you're not going to leave me standing here like this! At least get me a fan so I can cool off!" "Then please sit in the bedroom. The owner's things are still in the living room, they haven't been moved yet!" she said reluctantly. So I went to her bedroom, opened the door, and found the air conditioner on—perfect. The small room, only a few square meters, had pink paint on the walls; the owner seemed to have a good sense of style. A large double bed was covered with a straw mat and a thin pink towel blanket. Next to the bed was a dressing table with cosmetics on it. A tape recorder sat on a small table in the corner, next to several cassette tapes. In another corner was a clothes rack with her clothes hanging on it; they looked quite stylish. Although the room wasn't large, it was relatively tidy. She went to get some water, and I sat on the bed, observing the room's layout, looking for a way to start a conversation. She brought the water and placed it on the dressing table by the bed. Afraid of awkward silence, I asked, "Was my visit sudden?" She pulled up a stool and sat opposite me, combing her hair as she replied, "Yes, I thought you were just saying it casually, I didn't expect you to actually come!"

I chuckled. "A promise is a promise! That's my motto. Even in this sweltering heat, if it were raining knives to see you, I'd still be there! By the way, you have great taste! Your clothes are so fashionable. If I didn't know you were a doctor, I'd think you were some office worker!" She smiled shyly, her face flushing like an autumn apple, making her exceptionally charming. "You're so good with words! Mine are all cheap stuff! Nothing fancy!" Anyone who's read Li Zongwu's *Thick Black Theory* knows his two classic tricks: "Shorten the life of those you meet" and "Add wealth to those you encounter." I use them on everyone, and they never fail. Plus, flattery never fails! I continued patting her, "No way! You're a girl with great taste. There aren't many girls like you these days. Most women are too superficial! You're very composed and seem to have a lot of depth!" I don't know if I was being too blunt, but she just smiled faintly, looked up at me, and said, "You're so good with words. I'm neither pretty nor talkative! Don't flatter me!" I smiled and continued, gazing intently into her eyes, and slowly said, "A woman doesn't have to be very pretty. While you might not be considered pretty, your temperament is something most girls can't surpass. That's your advantage!" She seemed to realize that continuing like this would cause problems, so she changed the subject, saying, "Don't you sleep at noon? Aren't you sleepy in the afternoon? I sleep every day at noon!" Damn, hearing her words, my mood instantly turned cold. This was the most challenging moment; if I didn't handle it well, all my efforts would be in vain. I didn't answer, pretending not to understand her meaning, but just kept staring into her eyes and said, "Have you ever had a boyfriend? A girl like you must have had so many suitors in college!" She had stopped combing her hair and was slowly drinking water from her cup. "I don't like dating, it's tiring! Being alone is so much more comfortable!" Perhaps because I was thirsty, I downed the water in my cup in one gulp. Then I said, "No, actually, you're happier when you're with someone. After all, God created another person because He was afraid of someone being lonely! So, women without men or men without women both feel lonely, especially at night. Sometimes, lying in bed alone, I feel particularly lonely and always want someone to talk to!" These words seemed to touch her. She lowered her head and said, "It depends on fate. If you haven't met the right person, you can't force it!"

I raised my cup and shook it at her, saying, "The cup is big, but the water is small. Can I have some more?" She smiled slightly... Laughing, I stood up and said, "Can't you just say it properly?!" Suddenly, a plan formed in my mind. I said, "Give me a cup of hot water, it'll quench your thirst." She brought the cup to my side and handed it to me. "Here you go, drink it!" I reached for it, but deliberately let it slip from her hand, spilling hot water all over my pants. It was indeed quite hot, but a small act of impatience could ruin a bigger plan. To get her, I endured it. "Ah!" I deliberately yelled and jumped up. She quickly apologized, grabbed a tissue from the table, and started wiping my pants. I pretended to frantically wipe my hands too. "You must have burned yourself, right?" she asked. I put on an innocent face and grinned mischievously, saying, "It's alright. By the way, do you have any salt?" "Yes, why do you need salt?" I laughed, "It might be a little too hot. Dip it in salt and eat it while it's hot!" She laughed, revealing two rows of white teeth, and reached out a hand to hit me. I went along with it and pulled her into my arms, grabbing her hand behind her neck with my right hand. She rested her head on my arm, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. She grabbed my other hand with her left hand, and she struggled. I held her tightly. She glared at me, as if she was about to get angry. I quickly lowered my head and sealed her mouth with my lips, my tongue exploring inside her mouth. She made "mmm, mmm" sounds, her teeth clenched together, trying to stop me. I used my tongue to pry open her teeth and intertwined with her tongue. She suddenly bit my tongue, and I released my grip in pain. She looked up, but couldn't break free from my grasp, panting, "Don't do this, we don't know each other well, and I..." This is crucial. To succeed, you must say extremely disgusting and cheesy things to keep her heart rate at 120 beats per minute, making her brain feel hot, ideally leaving her no time to think. This is the key to success or failure, please remember this. "What does it matter? It only takes a minute to like someone. We've been together for 30 minutes, and I don't deny that I've liked you for 30 minutes. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, close your eyes!" After saying that, I pressed my lips tightly against hers!

Her struggles seemed to lose their strength. I used all my kissing skills to gently intertwine our tongues. She clumsily cooperated with me, but although clumsy, it was clear that she was also passionate, because she was already making moaning sounds. I thought to myself, "My God! She's amazing!" I gently kissed her neck, occasionally licking her skin with the tip of my tongue. Each time my tongue touched her delicate skin, she would let out a soft moan, her struggles rendered useless, giving my hands more room to maneuver. My tongue lightly licked her ear, and she, with her eyes closed and neck tucked in, hummed softly while her hands wandered aimlessly over my body, which excited me even more. I embraced her from the front, my hands slowly moving to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were very firm and well-developed. I could feel her large nipples through her clothes. I touched her nipples with my fingertips through her silky fabric, and her moans grew louder. I squeezed her breasts; they felt very firm and elastic. A sudden shock struck me. Could she be a virgin? If an introverted girl loses her virginity, especially after so many years of celibacy, she's often troubled and prone to extremes. But at that moment, I was emboldened by lust and didn't care about anything else.

While passionately kissing her, I rubbed her nipples. Because they were large, I had the urge to pinch them hard, but I was afraid it would ruin the atmosphere. If it hurt her, she would refuse. But I couldn't stop myself, so I pinched her nipple hard. To my surprise, she cried out, seemingly enjoying it, and murmured, "Harder, ah, harder!" Following her instructions, I rubbed her nipple harder, then lowered my head and licked her other nipple through her clothes. After a few licks, I bit the middle of the nipple with my teeth and continued to apply pressure. Her cries gradually grew louder, like the cries of an orgasm. My other hand went under her skirt and touched her thigh. She moaned, rested her head on my shoulder, and twisted her body, making soft humming sounds. I touched her panties; they were silk, smooth to the touch. The area around her vagina was already damp and sticky. Gently rubbing her vulva through the panties, her moans grew louder, but she started pushing my shoulders away and clamping her legs together. I tried to slip my hand inside her panties, but couldn't reach her genitals. Just as I was about to forcefully separate her legs, she suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with a yearning yet confused expression, but she pushed me away, muttering, "Don't do this, don't touch here! Stop! Let's not continue!" Her words were a lie; she was already at her breaking point with my actions. I gently pulled her back into my arms, saying nothing, because any words are powerless in the face of passion.

I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. She didn't speak. When I tried to break free from her arms around my neck to continue, she held on tightly. I gently separated her hands, took off her shoes, and noticed her small feet with pink nail polish. I grabbed her feet and kissed them, gently licking between her toes with my tongue. She twitched weakly. I slowly licked upwards, one hand caressing her inner thigh while my tongue licked down her thigh to her panties, which were made of bright red satin, very smooth. Through the panties, my tongue could clearly feel the location of her vagina, which was already soaked, giving the panties a salty smell. My tongue could feel a smooth, exposed, pearl-like thing on her labia minora. I lifted my skirt up, revealing my breasts. They were large, with prominent pink nipples. My breasts were firm, and I slowly sucked on them with my tongue, occasionally biting them with my teeth. Each time, she would let out a moan of pleasure. She didn't speak, just closed her eyes, gripped the blanket on the bed with both hands, and occasionally pulled at my hair.

I gently pulled down her panties. Her pubic hair was very neat and even, unlike most girls' uneven lengths. I was surprised to see that her pubic area was completely hairless. Because her skin was very white, her pubic area was very noticeable, and its color was light brown. I stared at it in astonishment; it was clearly trimmed. But I didn't ask any questions. Her labia minora were tightly closed. I parted them with my hands, and a complete hymen was clearly visible. There was a lot of cloudy, whitish fluid flowing out of the hymen. Seeing this, I felt a rush of heat to my head and almost fainted. Her nipples were quite large and exposed, like pearls embedded there. I licked her nipples with the tip of my tongue, starting gently and then rubbing them with my whole tongue like a washboard. I couldn't see her expression, but I could hear her loud, almost hoarse cries. Her legs were tightly clamped together, and I used my hands to support them. She opened her eyes and cried out in a hazy, lingering voice, "Put it in, I can't take it anymore! Hurry..." Sensing the opportune moment, I pulled down my pants, my penis already fully erect. I climbed on top of her, using my arms to hold her legs, exposing her vulva. I aimed at her opening, saying, "It might hurt a little, don't be nervous! I'll be very careful!" I moistened my penis with her vaginal fluid, smeared it with my hand, and then pressed it against her vaginal opening, slowly inserting it. Feeling resistance, I thrust my hips forward, and she cried out, "Ah!" She gripped my arm tightly. Feeling a breakthrough, I thrust all the way in, touching her clitoris. She cried out again, "Ah!" The second cry was clearly from pleasure. Although her vagina was already very wet, it was still very tight, gripping my penis with great pleasure. I slowly moved in and out, the tightest part being her vaginal opening, gripping the base of my penis. Every movement felt wonderful. At first, I thrust slowly, gradually increasing the speed, and her cries grew louder.

While we were having sex, the hymen area might still hurt a little, but "pain and pleasure" is a process every woman goes through. I could see the enjoyment on her face. I thrust vigorously, from "three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one" to "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one." As time went on and the speed increased, her moans grew louder, and I felt the vaginal discharge increase. Perhaps because of the pleasure, she clenched tightly, and I suddenly felt like a volcano was about to erupt, so I quickly pulled out. Catching my breath, she thought I was about to ejaculate, so she twisted her body and said, "Don't ejaculate, I want more, I want more!" Thinking about her icy exterior and unsmiling behavior, and then looking at her aloofness an hour ago, and the patches of blood on the mat an hour later, I was filled with mixed emotions. I never imagined she would be such a different person on the floor and in bed. With a little training, she would definitely be a stunning beauty. But I had to satisfy her first, make her feel good. If I couldn't, it would be much harder to get her again later. So I smiled and said, "I didn't ejaculate, I just had a leg cramp. Here, kneel on the bed!" She got up and saw the blood on the mat. She hesitated for a moment, then didn't say anything. Afraid that the sight would trigger something painful for her, I grabbed a pillowcase and wiped the blood clean. She didn't react to what I did. She turned around and knelt on the bed. I stood on the floor and first used the pillowcase to wipe the blood from her genitals and buttocks. I also wiped the semen and blood from my penis. I aimed at the entrance again, feeling the volcano was under control. I took a deep breath, counted down 3 seconds, and thrust in. "Ah!" she cried out. The bed was the perfect height. I put one leg on the bed, wrapped my arms around her buttocks and waist, and thrust hard, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Her cries were loud, which aroused me, so I thrust wildly. Because I felt she had some masochistic behavior, I tentatively patted her buttocks with my hand. With each slap, she twisted her body. I knew I was right. I thrust hard into her clitoris while simultaneously slapping her large buttocks. "Slap, slap!" The sound echoed, leaving many red handprints on her snow-white buttocks. Perhaps feeling extremely stimulated, she seemed very excited, suddenly increasing the speed of her moans. Then, after a few "Ah, ah, ah" sounds, she lowered her head, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, and remained motionless. I knew she had orgasmed. I pulled out my penis. I laid her down on the bed, crawled over, and asked, "Did you enjoy it?" She nodded with her eyes closed, but didn't speak. She just waved her hand, signaling me not to talk. I had no choice but to lie down next to her and rest. After a few minutes, she let out a long sigh and mumbled, "So good! You're so amazing!" I laughed and said, "Of course! I can last all night! Hey, don't be so selfish, I haven't even come yet!" She opened her eyes, squinted at me, and said, "What do you want to feel good?" I said, "Lick my cock for me!" She said, "I don't know how!" I grinned mischievously, "I know you don't know how, but you can learn! You're so smart, you'll definitely learn!"

After some training, she stood under the bed and took my cock in her mouth because... It was already hard, so she did as I said, "Just imagine it's a popsicle and lick it up and down!" She did as I instructed, but her movements were clumsy and far from comfortable. When I wanted her to go fast, she went slow; when I wanted her to be gentle, she bit with her teeth. There was no way around it; a virgin is a virgin. I sat up painfully and said, "Ugh, please concentrate, okay? If you keep going like this, even if you bite it off, I won't be able to ejaculate!" She looked innocent and pouted, saying, "I really don't know how. Just be patient and tell me. Don't be angry; I really didn't mean to!" I was getting a little anxious, because the moment of almost ejaculating is the most painful for a man. "Hey, if you've never been with someone before, haven't you ever heard someone moan?" So, I patiently taught her again.

It started again. Although she was still a bit rusty, she seemed to be putting in a lot of effort. I pinched her nipples with my hands while she sucked on my penis with all her might, gently pinching my nipples with her hands. It felt so good. After a few minutes, the volcano started to stir again, and a wave of pleasure surged up from below, erupting forth. She probably felt something in her mouth that she was about to spit out. "Don't stop, faster, faster!" I was almost at my breaking point. She obeyed and didn't spit it out. Her head kept moving up and down, and spurts of semen gushed out. "Ah—! It's done!" I said with a sigh of relief. She turned her head to look at me, my semen still in her mouth. I waved my hand weakly and said, "That's all a man's essence, high in protein, you know! Swallow it, it'll beautify your skin!" She looked at me suspiciously, swallowed painfully, and said, "Are you lying to me?" I said weakly, "What good would it do me to lie to you? It really is nutritious, rich women abroad love to drink this! Come here, let me give you a face mask!" She leaned closer, and I lifted my upper body, stroked my penis with my hand, squeezed out the remaining semen from my urethra, dabbed it on my hand, and rubbed it on... She maintained a serious expression, speaking in a low, solemn, and mysterious voice, "Don't apply it for an hour. It can eliminate blackheads and acne, and it can even whiten your skin! The internet says that the essence in Olay is this!" She asked, "What's the use of applying it once?" I grinned mischievously and said, "Of course not. How about this, since you're cooperating like this, I'll sacrifice a little and apply it to you once a day! It's very harmful to your health!" She suddenly realized I was lying to her, wiped her face with her hand, slapped me, and laughed, saying, "You're so naughty!" I then hugged her and rolled around together again.

Later, after we finished the second time, she lay in my arms and asked my name and if I had a girlfriend. When I told her I had a girlfriend, she was silent for a moment, but after some "training," I told her that the enjoyment of life is sex, and that I could bring her pleasure. After hearing this, she didn't ask any more questions. She told me that she liked to masturbate, and that this is how she shaved her pubic hair, and asked if I liked it. Of course I did. (This is absolutely true!) Later, this beautiful, promiscuous doctor became my mistress for two years. We had all sorts of sex, and although our sex life was extremely harmonious, I didn't like her introverted personality. So, in the latter half of last year, we separated. Then, during the SARS outbreak at the beginning of the year, after another dozen or so "breakup sex" encounters, we broke up completely. We haven't been in contact since. However, I still miss her terribly. Later, I heard that she's now having sex with three or four men. When people mysteriously told me about her, I felt indescribable emotions. I know she will never forget me, never forget that virgin blood spilled on the mat in that sweltering summer and the "Olay essence" applied to her face. But to me, she was just a passerby in the long journey of life!

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