An unforgettable gynecological examination

My initial perception was that it was embarrassing for a grown man to work in gynecology, examining women's genitals every day.

This was especially true in front of friends and family, and since my interest in medicine wasn't in gynecology, I was depressed for a long time.

Furthermore, at that time, gynecology wasn't as profitable as it is now among the departments in the hospital.

Monthly bonuses were also much lower than in other departments—radiology, cardiac surgery, cardiology, etc.—so

most graduates didn't want to go there.

For the first two years, I wasn't very settled in my job. It wasn't until years later, when I saw little hope of switching departments

, that I gradually settled down.

To be honest, I didn't find examining women's genitals particularly special.

You think about it—it's just seeing and touching women's genitals every day; after a while, you become a little numb

. Sometimes I even worried that I would lose interest in women in this area, losing my most basic masculine characteristics.

My classmates would joke about my job at gatherings, categorizing me as one of the female classmates.

Their reasoning was that I knew more about women's genitals than women themselves, and that women had no secrets from me. At this point, I'd be

furious , truly regretting working in this department. But saying I'm a bit numb to women isn't necessarily true!

I remember one summer afternoon, a woman around 27 or 28 years old came in. She was nearly 167

centimeters tall, with a full figure, fair skin, and was very beautiful and dignified.

Her clothes were high-end and tasteful, and especially her noble and elegant demeanor. She seemed vaguely familiar; I could tell she wasn't an ordinary woman.

There seemed to be a man accompanying her outside. She was wearing sunglasses, which I found strange because it's rare for patients

to wear sunglasses to the doctor. At first glance, she seemed to be a woman with a long-term marriage, a woman nourished by love.

To be honest, seeing a celebrity in Beijing isn't unusual. My intuition told me she was someone in the entertainment industry

. I rarely watch entertainment programs and am not a fan of celebrities, but after hesitating for about ten seconds, I recognized

her—Wang Yi!

I got a little excited, but immediately realized I had to control my emotions.

Because I was the doctor, and she was the patient; she didn't have any special privileges here. When I examine women,

I'm usually very professional and rarely have any distracting thoughts.

But for some reason, when I saw this woman, I had a strange feeling, and a sudden impulse arose within me

.

She was very calm; she didn't show anything unusual.

Her medical record listed her name as "Wang Yisi," but I pretended not to recognize her. I asked her what was wrong

, and she said her period had been irregular lately, and she was experiencing some pain.

I knew these were very common gynecological symptoms, and that some medication and rest would suffice. I told her to come

to the examination table so I could examine her abdomen.

She lay down on the examination table, and I asked her to unbuckle her belt. She obediently unbuckled her belt and lifted her shirt.

I reached down and felt her lower abdomen; from the symptoms, there seemed to be nothing serious.

The examination could end, and my heart started pounding. I thought, this is an opportunity!

Perhaps I'll never have the chance to interact with a woman like this again; I'll regret it forever.

I composed myself and said, "Your situation is a bit problematic; we need to further confirm your condition. Please come to the gynecological

examination table for a further examination."

I deliberately exaggerated the issue to make her a little nervous.

She asked, "Doctor, is the problem serious?"

I replied, "Yes, further diagnosis is needed."

She came to the professional gynecological examination table (this table was recently imported from

Germany ; it has many functions and is much more comfortable than the previous domestically produced ones). The table was in

a corner of the examination room, separated by a blue screen (mainly to protect the patient's privacy).

This gave me a good opportunity, as the nature of gynecology prevents a very open environment. I closed the door behind me.

She stared at the examination table, somewhat bewildered, especially at the fixed support angle that allowed women to spread their legs.

I could see her hesitation, so I said, "Take off your pants and put your legs on it.

It's okay, it'll be over in a moment!"

She hesitantly began to take off her pants; they were black outer trousers. I knew the first step should be fine

.

I pretended to be indifferent as I watched her take off her outer pants, and finally, she took off her light gray panties.

I saw her thick pubic hair and said, "Lie down on the bed," and she didn't object and lay down.

I walked over and said, "Spread your legs."

She shyly opened her legs, and wow! What a beautiful and alluring vulva!

The pubic hair was arranged in a triangular shape along both sides of the labia majora, with varying density, and the hair was dark and fine.

The labia majora were full and plump with a slight light reddish-brown hue, while the labia minora were clear and bright, glistening with a moist dark reddish-brown.

Judging from the vaginal opening, she seemed to be quite sexually active, as the vaginal opening was large and slender.

The clitoris was a dark reddish-brown, like a ripe grape. The anus was

rosy and delicate, and her pair of fair buttocks were pear-shaped, showing signs of sexual arousal.

On the lower left corner of her labia, there was a dark spot, like a small bean.

From a gynecologist's perspective, I could tell that Wang Yi had a rich sexual history and a long

sexual period. This was the kind of sexual organ a married woman possessed—

a fertile ground that had been bravely cultivated and sown by men, experiencing countless passionate, intense, and torrential

thrusts and ejaculations.

It had also been reborn in the throes of desire through countless tingling and trembling sensations from the man's thrusts, feeling the powerful penetration and firm pumping of

the opposite sex .

It was precisely because of the nourishment of male sexuality that it possessed its current maturity and fullness.

I was somewhat mesmerized, but I also reminded myself to be careful!

I first used both hands to spread her legs as wide as possible, securing her calves to two supports

.

This exposed her genitals completely to me. She sensed what I was doing and

looked . She was still wearing sunglasses. I said, "Spread your legs wide."

She had no choice but to obey. Oh! It was so exciting! I imagined her spreading her legs like this during sex, waiting for my large penis

to penetrate her!

I first inserted a disposable plastic vaginal speculum into her vagina, and it went in very easily, which further confirmed...

I judged her to be sexually experienced.

I first gently widened her vaginal opening, my movements light so as not to offend her.

Then, I placed my left index finger, wearing a rubber glove, on her labia majora and slowly stroked it.

Next, I used my thumb to stabilize the lower part of the vaginal opening and my index finger to stabilize the upper part, gently

opening her vaginal opening wider. I intentionally touched her clitoris with my index finger, causing her labia majora to tremble slightly.

She let out a barely audible moan. What a sexually expressive and sensitive woman! I wondered

how intoxicating the pleasure would be after a man's penis entered her!

I asked her, "How often do you and your husband usually have sex?"—a question I already knew the answer to.

Her face flushed slightly. I knew that a doctor should ask a patient if they were married before asking this question.

But I didn't want to give her a chance to avoid it. She hesitated for a moment and said, "About once every two days!"

"Oh, how often do you usually have sex?" I continued, and her face flushed even more.

"About 30-40 minutes," she replied. Most women wouldn't answer this question, but she was

a woman who had seen it all, and answered with restraint.

"Oh, you two should be more moderate with your sex life in the future," I said truthfully. Her problem

was related to her overly frequent and intense sexual activity.

Moreover, through an examination of her genitals, I discovered that her sex life was indeed very frequent.

Far exceeding what she said, once every two days. I can't speak for other times, but in the last few months, she must have been experiencing

constant orgasms.

Thinking about it, it's not surprising; any man who's on top of her would probably go all out to make her feel incredibly good.

"Oh," she hummed.

I saw her close her eyes; women are usually shy at this moment.

My courage began to grow. I simply took off my plastic gloves and inserted my fingers into her vagina.

I said, "I need to check if there's any inflammation in the cervix. Don't move."

I used my left hand to hold her vaginal opening open and inserted my right index and middle fingers into her vagina.

Her vagina was already overflowing, so I didn't need to apply any lubricant.

When I inserted my finger, I found it was quite deep. The moment my middle finger touched her cervix, she

trembled , and her vaginal opening began to contract and tighten.

I gently moved my finger in and out, and soon her vagina began to overflow with vaginal fluid.

What a lustful woman! I supported her buttocks with my hands, making her lift them up—this was

intentional , just to caress her beautiful buttocks.

After my nearly ten-minute "examination," she was already aroused. I figured she'd

have a great .

I used my white handkerchief to wipe her genitals. This white handkerchief was covered in her

vaginal fluid and a few long, dark pubic hairs; I still keep that handkerchief in my office bookcase

.

Seeing that it was enough, I said, "Okay, you can get down now."

She got down and put on her underwear with her back to me. As she bent over, her large, white, plump buttocks were right in front of me, the black pubic hair

in the middle of contrasting with her wet labia—it was such a sexy sight! I really wanted to fuck her dry from behind

!

After a while, she was dressed, and I prescribed her some medication and told her how to take it. While I was prescribing the medication,

I didn't dare look her in the eye, but she seemed to have recovered from what had just happened.

I could tell she understood my sexual advances. What I admire about her now is that she

didn't make a sound, and her expression even returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had happened. I'm so grateful to her!

This is a true story from my experience, and I feel a little ashamed to write it down. After all, it violates a doctor's professional ethics

, but doctors are human too, and they have human weaknesses! Writing it down makes me feel a little better.

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