Women are promiscuous and men are lustful; many doctors in hospitals are scoundrels.

In 2009, I officially started working at a hospital. Initially, I followed my mentor to familiarize myself with the procedures and diagnosis and treatment of related diseases. This continued for a long time. About six months later, one day, my mentor had a patient, a woman around 25 years old. I heard that she had been very ill the previous year and had been treated at many hospitals without success. After my mentor treated her well, she continued to follow up with him. This woman was very beautiful, with long black hair, a youthful face, and a cute little canine tooth. Her figure was especially captivating. I would accompany my mentor during rounds. I liked to stand at the foot of her bed because, lying down, her legs looked even longer and her figure even more alluring from my vantage point. She loved to laugh, and her laughter was incredibly seductive. I knew deep down that I liked this woman very much, so I enjoyed chatting with her when I had free time. During night shifts, she also liked to sit and chat with me in the office. Our conversations were different from those with other patients; she didn't talk much about her own illness. She seemed carefree and cheerful, even though she was sick. I have a senior colleague, also strong and honest-looking. We often spend time together, and I know he's a bit mischievous beneath his seemingly innocent exterior. One day, I saw him with this female patient when I came back from an outing. I asked, "Where are you going?" She said, "I asked him to take me to the supermarket. Do you want to go?" I shook my head. On my way back to the office, I felt a pang of jealousy. I suddenly realized, why am I jealous? That night, I was on the night shift. We were sitting in the doctor's office. I was writing medical records, and she was chatting with me. Suddenly, she brought up the outing at noon. Because I was still wondering why I felt jealous at noon, I immediately avoided the topic. This girl was very innocent and bluntly asked me, "Do you like me? You're jealous, aren't you?" I silently nodded, and she happily went back to her ward. From then on, every time I made rounds, I still stood at the foot of her bed, but I could see that her eyes always conveyed a deep, affectionate message to me. Until she was discharged, we often gazed at each other with that same deep affection. In September, she was hospitalized again. One night, I was on duty, and we sat chatting in the stairwell. It was late at night, and everything was dark. I smoked, and through the dim light of the cigarette, I could see the burning intensity in her eyes. We talked about life, marriage, and our respective partners. She told me that her husband was a boyfriend she had dated before. After marriage, she found him to be far from ideal. Before, when she was young and successful, she thought he was wonderful, amazing, and loved her dearly. But after marriage, when she truly needed to live a stable life, she discovered he was practically incapable in daily life, so she felt very unhappy. I find it very sensitive to say to a woman, "I'm unhappy." I remember a seasoned expert once told me that if a woman tells you she's unhappy in her life, she's undoubtedly trying to seduce you. Women are usually vain; they like to project an image of pride. When she tells you she's unhappy, the underlying message is: "I hope you can give me happiness (sexual happiness)." When I stood up, she threw herself into my arms. I was nervous. This was my workplace; if any colleagues walked by, I was doomed. I strained my ears, listening intently to the sounds around me, trying to comfort her. In my mind, I was also secretly calculating my moves. I wanted to win her over, and I was confident I could. I started chatting with her, deliberately stalling for time. My reasons were twofold: 1. To buy time until everyone was resting before making my move; 2. To shift her seemingly agitated and negative emotions to create a more suitable atmosphere later; 3. To gradually change my role in her eyes, otherwise, it would be difficult for the "upright" me to suddenly appear as a lecher. We talked until about 1 a.m., and it was completely quiet around us. I was sure I could hear every sound clearly, so I gradually moved closer to her, and naturally, we started kissing. Our tongues intertwined. (As a side note: I've slept with several patients or their families, especially the patients. I have all their test results, and I would never touch a patient with an infectious disease.) I tentatively started touching her breasts outside her clothes. She didn't resist at all. Next, I reached down to her buttocks and gently touched her firm buttocks, occasionally giving them a slight twist. She didn't resist and became increasingly aroused, breathing heavily and frantically, kissing me wildly on the neck and ears. I knew she was releasing her pent-up emotions and also trying to stimulate me. I could only kiss the top of her head; her hair smelled wonderful. I pulled her up and continued kissing her mouth-to-mouth, reaching inside her clothes to skillfully unhook her bra. I grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Her breasts were still firm and perky, but the areolas around the nipples were slightly soft. Lifting her clothes, I took one of her breasts into my mouth, gently biting her nipple with my teeth. She nearly went crazy, throwing her head back, her chest heaving even more violently. Simultaneously, my right hand slipped under her waistband, reaching down to her buttocks, gently teasing and stimulating her with my index finger. Suddenly, she grabbed my white shirt and frantically unbuttoned it, pulling it up and kissing my breasts, biting my nipples hard. I'm always very sensitive to this move; damn! Her actions made half my body go numb. Her kisses moved from my chest down to my navel, and I held her head in my hands, letting her do as she pleased, enjoying the stimulation and pleasure she gave me. She tried to unbuckle my belt, but I stopped her. Firstly, if she really unbuckled my belt, and someone walked by in the hallway, I wouldn't be able to suddenly stop and rebuckle it; secondly, by stopping her and then telling her I was afraid of betraying her, she would be more willing, and even if it was just for sex (4567q).(c0m) After that, she would be grateful that I was an upright person, so I wouldn't cause trouble in the future. I pulled her up and said, "No, I'm afraid I'll let you down." She didn't say anything, hesitated for a moment, and then immediately reached her hand from my front belt to my crotch, grabbing my throbbing, almost bursting penis. She didn't understand my feelings; I was in a little pain, but she kept stroking it hard to stimulate me. Damn it, I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to escape, which only excited her more. She pulled her hand out and skillfully unbuttoned the front of my pants, reaching inside again to skillfully stroke it. I had already ejaculated. I closed my eyes tightly, enjoying it all, feeling the sticky sensation down there. She waited for me to come to my senses before suddenly squatting down. When she stroked it, her hand was very hard, and the stimulation was intense; it wasn't very comfortable. But now things have changed. My penis felt wet, soft, hot, and slippery around it. I realized she had my penis in her mouth. She was greedily sucking on it, sometimes using her head to stroke it, sometimes licking the glans with her tongue. I felt semen slowly flowing from my urethra, and I heard her swallowing it in large gulps. She stood up, leaned closer, and politely said, "Go in." I nodded. She pulled down her pants, revealing her mons pubis. I touched her mons pubis, her pubic hair, and then her clitoris. She looked very comfortable. Her vaginal opening was already wet, very wet. I wanted to use my middle finger to stimulate her vagina, but she said, "Stop, I'm on my period." I was so damn annoyed. I said, "So how do we do it?" She replied, "Safety first! Okay, come on, since you've already given in, I don't need to hold back." She stood up straight, her legs slightly apart. I pressed my stomach against hers and placed my penis between her legs. Because I'm quite tall, and my penis was incredibly erect, when I thrust forward, it almost slid backward against her vagina. Her vagina wasn't very deep; I could feel it when my penis reached the entrance. With a little more force, it would go in, but only a little bit at a time, just enough for the head of my penis to penetrate. I was incredibly impatient, and so was she. She tried to spread her legs wider, wanting me to go in more. To do this, she had to lower her body slightly, making it even harder for me to penetrate. In my impatience, I thought we'd reached this point and there was no need to worry about saving face. I pulled her up and gently rotated her hips. She understood that I wanted to penetrate her from behind. She naturally turned around, facing me with her buttocks. I reached out and touched her, first her anus—a standard, tight chrysanthemum. A little further down, I touched her vaginal opening. Liquid was already dripping from her inner thighs. I thought it was blood, but when I touched it, it wasn't blood; it was mostly vaginal fluid. I scouted the area, leaned closer, and pressed her waist. She arched her buttocks more for penetration. I brought my penis close to her vaginal opening, pushed, and went in. Her vagina was too tight. I paused, deliberately thumping my penis a few times inside. She almost twitched with excitement. I pulled my penis out, and just as it reached the entrance, I thrust it in again, this time deeper. My penis reached her cervix, hard but slippery. I increased my pace, all the while listening intently to the sounds around me. Her vagina was so tight, maybe it was because of our position. I finally couldn't hold back anymore. Her vagina gripped my penis so tightly it felt like it was going to bite me off. I thrust my body forward and forcefully pulled her hips back, pushing my penis deep inside, pressing against her cervix. Then, a strong contraction of my seminal vesicles, prostate, and urethra caused my semen to gush out. When she realized I had ejaculated, she murmured urgently, "Shoot it in, shoot it inside me, shoot it deeper, I need your semen..." I replied, "I've shot it all in, I've filled your belly..." After I finished, I quickly pulled my penis out, and she pulled up her pants as well, saying to me, "I have a sanitary napkin on my underwear." We both let go of our initial reserve and happily kissed each other, whispering about how it felt. I said, "Your inside is so tight." She liked hearing that and said to me, "Your penis is hard and long enough; it hurt me the first few times." After we finished, I told her to go back to her ward, and I went back to my office to rest. I received a text message from her: "There's so much blood, what should I do?" I replied, "A lot of it is my semen, it's okay!" Then we both went to sleep. The next day, when I went to check on her with the doctor, I felt very uneasy. Her mother-in-law was there to keep her company. I thought to myself, "I fucked your daughter-in-law..." Her gaze towards me became much more ambiguous, but we were both very cautious. A few days later, the day before she was discharged, her husband came to pick her up. He looked like dog poop, incredibly thin. The night before I was discharged from the hospital, I had sex twice more in a rarely used stairwell. This time, I went out beforehand to buy condoms. Anyway, it felt really good. She even said to me, "If we had a bed, we could both take our clothes off and go at it like crazy!" After she left, I fully recovered, but she often called me and said, "Come over sometime, we'll definitely have a good 'get-together'." I deeply understand what she meant by "get-together." Now I often think about her, and I've realized she's a good woman. She's definitely not as promiscuous as other women. I've secretly made a resolution to myself: no matter how busy I am in the future, I will definitely make time to visit her and have a good get-together with her…

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