Doctors Orders Full Examination

run wild. I'm your host, Nikki, and today we're diving deep into the world of medical mischief and those steamy encounters, fantasies, and hilarious mishaps that happen behind a closed exam door. If you ever felt a thrill of the stessico, the steph of scope, Jesus, my tongue has been all ridden

tonight and forbidden procedure. This episode is for you. Remember, all confessions are shared anonymously, but the heat is very real and on tonight's show, imagine med school studying turning into a wine field abdominal exam that ends with a tongue in places it shouldn't be, leaving one student begging

for more. A doctor roleplay gone hilariously wrong when a special medicine gets denied by insurance, turning foreplay into a laugh out loud romp, and a fantasy of a hung doctor skipping the gloves for a very personal prostate jack, complete with a sample collection that's anything but routine. So stick around because there's These are just the tip of the stethoscope. And now for our dear nicky segment, where I answer our listener's burning question and turn it back

to you today. Question comes from an anonymous sender, Dannicky. I've always fantasized about medical role play, but I'm worried it'll feel too awkward or clinical in real life. How do I make it feel sexy and natural without killing the mood? I don't have experience in medical play anybody here in the chat, but I think it goes to show that it really can just be like anything. We're cautious and be open and just take your time. I mean it doesn't have to be hello, I'm here to

examine your dick. I mean, it doesn't know to be that. I wouldn't think unless you're going for that, But I couldn't keep a straight face. So I don't think being I think go slow. Yeah I don't. I wouldn't know. Now the club I went to the UK, they had a medical room for medical play, but it also served as a medical room, so it was like because they had they had always registered at least a registered nurse and like an rin on staff and or at doctor

always there. So that was kind of interesting. So what's the one tip you'd give to make medical role play feel more authentic and arousing? And second, have you ever incorporated real medical elements like a doctor visit story into your fantasies or play and how did it enhance your experience? Again? No,

not for me? What about anybody else here? You can always for those that are listening later answer in a send us a message and discord and let us know if you have any medical play experience, or you can email me at Nikki at dear Nikki dot com or anonymously on the website at Dearnigki dot com under the confessions tab. So would you play roleplay a doctor nurse or a doctor patient scenario at home? Fore hole, I take notes nurse patient? We already did nurses, Jimmy, what

about and if you're here just to listen. Just let us know and we'll just let you listen, and you don't have to have a conversation, but feel free to have a conversation the chat with them or me. Didn't want you to feel like we're leaving you out. It is hot in my office, guys, I'm ready for the Oh no, okay, it is a slickery little sucker. I one time, the first time I did, I was like, where the fuck is this chat? So? Do you have any medical play experience now that you've found the chat? Yeah?

So would you go the Mars route for nurse patient or doctor patient or doctor nurse? And why am I thinking of the what was it? Hello? Nurse? That cartoon? There's patient? Ah, you missed the traveling did you the traveling nurse that we did last Friday? But I think there's another nurse day on this month, so keep an eye out for that. Or did you actually did you hear the episode? But I think that was an erotic audio so it would have been behind a paywall. All right,

let's kick things off with the brain deezer. Today's reddle sounds downright filthy, but I promise it's one hundred percent clean. I go in deep then come out slow, and some prefer me big. What am I? I'll let you think on that one. I think I've stumped you guys tonight and I'll reveal the answer at the end of the show. Nope, it's actually not food related. How about that. You know

what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax, Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nikki, Okay, confession time, because you're the only one I trust with this delicious filth. You already know. I dipped my toes and more into the med school for a little over a year before life decided yet me out the door. The program basically locked us as med students in our own little horny bubble, separate dorms,

weird schedules, zero mingling with noormies. Hooking up with anyone in the cohort was a guaranteed gossip explosion by lunch the next day, but that didn't stop the chemistry from simmering. Clinical skills were the real culprit. Endless practice exams meant running your hands all over each other's bodies under the guise of learning single tough luck. You're palpitating your classmates abs, listening to their lungs, and suddenly everyone's breathing a little

heavier than necessary. That's how I ended up sprawled on Jenny's couch over Christmas. Jen twenty seven, mature student ex farmer rep with a killer charm, blonde bob ears peeking out, and she tucked her hair back, and yes, it made me weak. Endless tan legs, tight little stomach, and their reputation that preceded her by a mile. She'd been man starved for over a year and wasn't shy about saying it.

We bonded over a dirty humor and endless compliments about my missing dick, thanks in large part to our mutual lesbian friend Lydia accidentally awakening Jin's by side. We started the day studying for a written exam. Then exactly at noon we cracked wine like the responsible dolts and switched to practicals topless breast exams, old news. We were making delicious, ridiculous faces and giggling like idiots, wine loosening everything. Eventually

we flopped on to the sofa. I stretched out, feet in her lap while she rented about how horny she was. The room started using lazy spin. Then she shifted, and suddenly she was straddling me, eyes dark and playful. A donal exam, she purred, tucking my shirt up. I stripped it off, tied, tired, and failed to balance my wine

glass on my bare stomach like a circus act. A corset tipped rained red wine pooled in my navel and gene tissed, calling me a clumsy little slut, then leaned down and licked it out with one slow, hot swipe of her tongue. I swear my soul left my body for a second, full shiver, instant clinch between my legs. I fooled around with girls before, but nothing, nothing has hit me like the warm tongue circling my belly button.

She confiscated my glass smart, then continued the exam, hands gliding lower, pressing into my danger zone, that strip of skin from the navel to the pubic bone that turns me into a whimpering mess. Under ten seconds, her fingers dug in just right, checking for organ edges, and I moaned loud, shameless, save it. For your vaginal examin your filthy girl, she teased. Voice, husky, drunk brain took over. Why wait. Fingertips hooked my waistband. I lifted my hips

without thinking. Leggings and panties yanked off together. Cool air kissed my bare pussy. She settled between my thighs, pushed my knees wide and just stared, smiled like she won something. Her hands trailed up my inner thighs, slow torture. I kissed one thigh, then the other, creeping higher with every pass. I was arching, desperate, trying to grind toward her mouth. She pinned me down with one palm low on my belly, right where I'm the weakest brat. Then she simply blew

a soft stream of air my clit. I let out this pathetic, high pitched wine I didn't know I could make. Her mouth finally descended, wet, warm, relentless, drunk oil is unmatched, and she approved it. Sucking, licking gentle bites Hickey's painting across my thighs. She edged me for ages, fifteen minutes of pure aching heaven, until I was trembling and begging with my hips when she zeroed in tight perfect circles

around my clit. I was done, hands in her hair, pulling her face deeper, riding her tongue until orgasm rooped through me, whole body, convulsing, vision blurring, pleasure so sharp and almost burned. She kept softly licking through the aftershocks until I had to stop her. Another one was already building, and I was convinced it would actually kill me. I tried to play it cool. You failed, no chaperon for an intimate exam. Disgraceful. We both cracked up the tension

we've been ignoring finally snapped. I still owe her. One got too worked up to reliving and to finish the story. Guess I'll have to burn this one off on my run. Don't hate me for leaving you hanging, or maybe you do. I like it when I get a little she gets a little mad at me. Makes me want to work up slowly yours and sin exo. Yeah, I've never I've never been to medical school, but you know in college, I you know, the roommate was a roommate. She was, yeah,

a roommate. She's not my life anymore. So I wonder to Jenny, or to my sinful lady here. What made Jenny's touch so electrified compared to past experiences and was it the forbidden med school vibe or something more personal? And to those of you listening, have you ever turned a professional or educational setting into something steamy? And what sparked that shift for you? I have to say that spot she was talking about, from nable to pubic bone, that doesn't I'm might have to try that. I mean,

I've never thought of that area an intimate spot. What about you, Mars? What about and gentlemen? What about you guys? Anybody really really well? I've skipped it in Roger's zone. I always like that. I always go to the outer and anerthize, you know. And I'm trying to think. Have I ever trailed a tongue or a hand down that way? I'm gonna have to ask. I know too that all answer me, so I'll ask them in the morning. Do you have your husband ballgag somewhere, Mars? Because he's all quiet?

Oh not yet, Dear Nikki, this one's too ridiculous and hot not to share with you. Confession in coming. So picture this. We're deep and playing doctor role play. I'm the helpless needy patient, perched on the edge of my bed in my tiniest lingerie, patting my lashes like I'm auditioning for the world's horniest Disney princess. He's a stern, sexy doctor and nothing but Boxer's that smirk, the way

he always gets me. I slide my hand right over his cock and give it a slow squeeze and per in my sweetest, breathest voice, Doctor, I think I need some special medicine to make me feel all better. Without missing a beat, He gently but firmly pushes my hand away, looks me dead in the eye with this completely straight face, and says, sorry, ma'am, but this procedure isn't covered by your insurance. I froze for half a second. Then we both lost it, full on can't Breathe tears in her eyes, laughing.

I'm talking, wheezing, clutching my stomach, the whole dramatic collapse onto the bed. This was so would have been me. He tried to stay in character. Now let's check your vitals, but every time he touched me we'd crack up again. I'm so not sounding sexy right now, I'd moaned dramatically and he'd deadpanns something about cope's or pre authorization required. It was the dumbest, funniest foreplay disaster ever. Eventually we gave up on the script entirely, still giggling like ill idiots.

Clothes came off, and we fucked like it was the punchline to the best joke we've ever heard. Every fast, ever gasp, we'd catch each other's eye and start cracking up all over again. I came so hard it was literally laughing through the oral exam, shaking, snorting the works. He wasn't far behind. They collapsed in the sweaty, breathless heap afterwards, still snickering. Every few minutes whenever one of

us remembered not covered by your insurance. I swear it's ruined serious doctor roleplay for me forever in the best way. Moral of the story, Sometimes the hottest sex comes with a side of uncontrollable laughter. And yeah, I'd let him deny my claim again in a heartbeat. Don't tell anyone, but maybe next time you're feeling under the weather, I'll come over and prescribe you something that definitely isn't covered. You're anonymous little trouble maker ooh, I have a little

trail maker. I think laughter leads to the best secks, you know, especially if you're really into someone. I could see this being really good sex. Just that could be just me though, So I think I'm gonna borrow that line. But I don't think it'd work with the Brett because they don't do medical insurance over there. So I ended up what I'm kidding. And to my anonymous little troublemaker, did that insurance denial become an inside joke for future

play or did it inspire more comedia scenarios? I could see them dropping this in like conversation between you know, and nobody has a clue, but it's like an inside sexy joke that would be me anyway. And for you guys, what's the funniest mishap that's ever happened during your role play or just regular sex attempts? And how did it affect the mood? I'm trying to think anybody have one? No, I think that's why I probably Besides, I don't want my vagina's not a clown car being porn because I

don't think I could stay in character. I mean, God bless them, I couldn't do it. I mean, and I know a porn star. I'm really good friends with her, but there's just no way, no way I can do it. I'm gonna have to ask her how she doesn't crack up. I'm gonna have to or even the ones that I know that just that do shoot content. I'm gonna have to ask because there's no way. There's no way I could do it. Wait and see what Jimmy says. I

bet it's gonna be good. But I will say this, if you ever meet me and I'm with you know, the Bridge or Darcy, and they say something that's an inside joke and I go beat red. You know immediately it's something sexual because I wear all my feels and motions right on my face. So it's it's one of those. You'll know it's an inside joke, and it would definitely something good. Jimmy's tapping a book, So what's the one? Chapter one? What's the uh? You were going down on

a woman? She was sitting on the couch, I was kneeling on the floor. Her dog came up in mind. Oh that would suck. Oh my god. So did it kill the moon? I mean, did you guys get the dog out of the room and did it kill the mood? Mike Golden's go lay on the floor. I'm not worried about him. She put the dog away and we continued. Oh okay, I'm gonna ask. Was the nose cold? Oh no, it just mounted you. I thought maybe I read that wrong. Sorry.

We had a confession, oh about a month or so ago where that happened, where a dog it was either a dog or cat, came up and put its nose right on the guy's ass, like in between the cheeks, and it was really cold. He fully clothed. Well, that's a good thing, dear Nikki. I've been replaying this moment in my head all day and I need to spill it to you. Nope, he's definitely imprinted on evenity. So here's a little confession for you. We moved to a new state each which meant huning for fresh doctor to

keep our meds flowing. Ended up with this wonderful LGBT friendly practice, super welcoming no judgment vibes from the jump. Today was our second visit, so she wanted to do a deeper dive into our histories. STI screening the full checklist, she started with my husband casual as anything. How long since your last full panel? Any new partner sense? His answers straight up, yes, two do you know their status? One negative? One positive, but undetectable. The whole time he's

looking right at her, calm open, no shame. I'm sitting there watching him be so matter of fact about it, and my heart's already doing that fluttery thing. Then it's my term. Same question rolls around to the partner's bit. Before I could open my mouth, the doctor glances between us and says, all gentle and assuming and just the same he had. I cut in quick, no, oh, no, I haven't been with anyone. I didn't look at her

when I said it. I looked straight at him, and Nikki, if you could have seen the smile that spread across his face, not smug, not cocky, just this pure, radiant look of love. I soft lips parted, like he couldn't believe how lucky he is. Like in that second, everything clicked into place, even more perfectly than before. My chest went warm and tight and happy all at once. For once, we didn't have to dance around or the soft edges,

no euphanisms. No, it's complicated. Just us, our dynamic laid bare in fluorescent lit exam room, and it felt freeing, safe, hot, in the quietest, sweetest way. I walked out of there, holding his hand a little tighter, still buzzing from that smile. Turns out telling the truth to a stranger can feel more intimate than any secret we've ever kept. Don't worry, Handsome, I'm keeping the rest of the details for when I'm extra naughty and want to tease you properly. But this one,

this one's too tender not to share your secret. Cut Queen admirer. I don't think I've ever had a cut Queen admirer. Wow, Oh that's kind of cool. You know it Sometimes when we're in real life and we end up telling our partner partners whatever box we're in, it can just make it a very intimate moment, a very normal moment. Very intimate is what I'm looking for here. It's refreshing to see, and there are more and more

doctors out there. Matter of fact, I've talked to mine about being in the community, just even for sexploried doves, going into chat rooms and letting people know that he is available for them to my cut. Queen admirer, how's being open about your dynamic in medical setting changed your relationship or self view? And to those of listening, have you ever felt empowered by sharing a personal truth in a professional space and what was out the outcome? I

don't think I have. Well, I did my doctor's office. My doctor thought, you know, because when I would go around it was about a year ago. He wanted to do all my panels. He's like, well, I'm gonna test you for STDs and all this stuff, like, whoa why are we testing for STDs. He's like, well, you know you're playing. I went no, I'm not. No, I when I go it's for the professional capacity, not for play. So yeah, dear Nikki, this one's been in my head.

So it's confession time, straight from the filthiest corner of my brain. I've got this recurrent fantasy that hits me every time I walk into a doctor's office. The sterile smell, the crinkle of paper on the exam table, the way the fluorescent lights make everything feel clinical enough to twist into something deliciously wrong. I keep imagining a doctor who's just not competent, like he's hung, like impressively unfairly hung, thick, heavy, the kind that makes you do a double take when

he hands zips For the exam. He'd have me stripped down, hop on the table, knees and the stirrups as exposed and already clenching in anticipation. Just a routine prostate jack, he'd say in that calm, professional voice, but his eyes would dark with intent. No glove, no low bottle in sight, just him slicking up that fat cock with a little spit and pressing the head right against my whole. Relax.

This is for your health, he murmured, pushing in slow at first, stretching me open, ench by ench until I'm gasping, gripping the edges of the table. Then he'd start thrusting deep, deliberate strokes aimed right at my prostate, heading the spot over and over until my cock sleeping, throbbing and begging. He kept keeps going, pounding harder, telling me to hold still while he collects the sample. I'd be moaning, shaking, trying not to come too fast, but he wouldn't let up,

relentless clinical rhythm until I can't hold back. I'd shoot hard into the little plastic cup he's holding under me ropes that cumbs, splattering to the side while he keeps fucking me through it, milking every last drop. And that's

not even the best part. Before we're done, he'd pull out, still rock hard and glistening, and step up to my face and say, now and wide, we need detect your temperature the old fashioned way, and I'd taken my mouth like it's the most natural thing in the world, sucking slow deep, letting him slide down my throat while he rests two fingers on my pulse like he's timing it

fever's rising. He'd tease fucking my face until he decides I've had enough treatment God, and don't get me started on the dentist version, climbed all the way back in

that chair, mouth open for exam. He'd slide his cock past my lips instead of the mirror and probe, telling me to swish and rents with this piss afterward, warm salty filling my mouth while he strokes my hair, calling me a good patient, the suction tool buzzing nearby, overhead light blinding the whole set up, screaming power imbalance in the honest way, doctor, just do things to me, Nikki all that equipment, all those sterile surfaces begging to be defiled.

I walk out of every appointment half ard and daydreaming about the next procedure. If you ever feel like playing doctor, I'd let you use whatever tools you've got. No insurance required. Just say the word and I'll be your little eager patient, ready for a very thorough checkup. You're anonymous patient. Sorry. I think if we went and had the funny one I went into laughed at the no insurance required. Oh Darcy did one good. I have to talk to him

about that in the morning. Okay, So reading these doctor ones, I I do. Okay, So about five year or fives years ago, I went for an exam and I think I've told this story on my show a couple of times. And I remember checking out the obgun and she was telling me. She was like, your pelic floor is way too tight. It's strangling my fingers. She's like, I can only imagine what it's doing to the person you're with.

And I kind of laughed at that. She goes, so we're sending you to She goes, send you to pelvic floor therapy, and I thought, what def is that? And she told me says, what they're going to do is insert two fingers and stretch your walls. And I said, you're sending me to masturbation therapy, and she died laughing. So I say that to get to this once, I got to quote unquote masturbation therapy. And by the way, I told the whole check out they were she was

sending me to masturbation therapy. So I don't think they can technically call it that, but that's what I called it. The woman I wouldn't even attracted to her, But I tell you, I don't think she was stretching me stretching me. I think she was stretching I didn't have an orgasm. But that's the closest thing that I do have to a doctor patient story. I'mna stick to it. So, my filthy anonymous patient, does this stem from a real doctor visit or is it all in the imagination? And what

other professional rules do you fuel your daydreams? And for those that are listening, what is your go to forbidden fantasy involving authority figures or anybody else and why does it turn you on? I don't know if I have one for an authority figure, I don't think. I mean, I mean, I've played Vicar and Daddy. I've said those that's dirty talk. So yeah, as much as I control my world doing this, I am a total submissive and bad. I need one that's gonna throw me around, you know.

I'm like just I don't mind, you know, dropping to my knees and crawling to him. And I've done this while he's reading his magazine in the sun, you know, And I croll over and center's a robe and I pop him out. Yeah, women in uniform, police, military, that's a good one. I don't mind a good man in

a uniform at all. I would love to undress a good hung man or a man anyway in uniform, definitely, Dear Nikki, I just moved to a new town and made it a point to find a gay doctor, someone I could be completely open with about my real stuff, my sexual risk, to open thropple that I'm in with my two boyfriends, even the year's long history with my brother that shaped a lot of who I am sexually. No filters, no awkward hedging. Two other details that set

the stage. I never wear underwear. Freedom and exhibitionists plus thrill, and my nipples are insanely sensitive, like barely touch, and I'm done sensitive. Yesterday was my first full exam with him. I'm waiting in the exam room, shorts riding up high enough that my package is cupt perfectly, the outline of my cut cock clearly visible through the thin fabric. Their

nurse does her pliminnemonaries, gees and leaves. A minute later, he walks in mid thirties maybe early forties, tops fit with a real guy way, not porn star sculpted, but a tract of his hell. The very first thing he does, his eyes drops straight to my bulge. They widen for a split second before he catches himself and introduces himself with a professional smile. But the damage is done and I'm already buzzing. He starts the history questions, casual and thorough,

his gaze keeps drifting back to my crotch. I'm an exhibitionist through and through, so every stolen glance makes me thicken. But the time he asks about sexual frequency in partners, my cock is noticeably straining the fabric. I tell him straight. Two boy friends. We regularly bring in others, especially couples where one loves to watch me fuck their partner plus sniffy hookups. When I travel for work last six this morning, when one of my boyfriends his eyes slick down again.

He has me hop on the exam table, and when I stand, the shorts no longer restrict me. My cock stretches out along the leg hole fully outlined. I feel a hot spurt of precumb shoot out. Sure enough, a dark wet spot blooms on the fabric. He looks, and I swear I catch the tiniest smirk. Shirt comes off unprompted. When he pulls out the stethoscope. He listens to my lungs, one hand on my back, the other pressing the cold metal to my bare chest. After a couple spots, he

accidentally clips one of the nipples with the edge. The shock of cold sends a lightning bolt straight to my cock. It throbs visibly, the wet spot spreading. He moves across to the other side, positions the stethoscope to his thumb rest directly over my other nipple. Then the slowest, most deliberate rub just his thumb circling pressing my cock jumps hard. I swallow a moan. His other hand slides up from my back to gently grip the back of my neck, firm, possessive.

I let a soft, needy sound testing. That's all it takes. He gets bolder, massaging, flicking, tugging my nipple while his thumb keeps working the other. I'm moaning quietly. Office walls are thin, body trembling, cock leaking through my shorts and thick pulses. I close my eyes, focus on the pleasure radiating for my tress chest straight down and fuck, I come hard. A big wet load shoots through the fabric,

splattering on the footrest below. Figure that's it. We'll wrap up, but he clears his throat and says, calm as anything, given your sexual history, I still need to perform a penile exam. Shorts to my ankles. I lie back, cock still mostly hard, come leaking from the tip. He doesn't flinch, takes me in his hand and starts examining, stroking, inspecting, rubbing my own cumb along the shaft to slick it up, gently, rolling my balls, tugging lightly. It's obvious with seconds that

this isn't a medical anymore. I close my eyes again and moan to let him know him all in my breathing turns ragged. He drops the act completely full on jerking now steady, imperfect. My hips buck off the table. A few more minutes and I'm unloading again, thick ropes across my abs and crotch. We finally clean up as much as possible. My shorts are lost tause. Heylinks and says goodbye. I left with the mess still warm against my skin, and scheduled my follow up for three months out.

But I'm already plotting an excuse to need to see him sooner. Nikki I walked out of their feeling seen desired in the filthiest best way. Turns out, the right doctor can make a routine physical feel like the dirtiest moorplay imaginable. If you ever need a referral for a thorough checkup, I've got the guy. Or maybe you'd just rather come over and examine me yourself. I promise my nips are extra sensitive today. Wow, your commando exhibitionist patient. Wow.

I'm gonna go with the doctor to saying, Mars, do we need to make an appointment? I my regular practitioner. He's I thought he was in my twenties. I thought, God, he's attractive. But I ain't not a hit on him. And then I found out my last visit he's like two years younger than me, and I went, oh, well, then it's you know, he doesn't have like the gray fox going on yet. But I mean it made me go, oh, well, no, wonder you don't mind me touching me when I have

an anxiety attack in your office? You know? Okay, commando exhibitionist, How did you feel walking out with that secret empowered, risky or both? And those of who are listening, have you ever experienced or fantasized about a medical encounter turning flirtatious or more and what crossed the line for you? I don't think I've ever gone in with the expectation of it turning into something, but I mean i'ment oh so I see him at the end of April. I'm not going to turn it into anything, but it is nice.

Oh every once in a while, candy is never a bad thing. Chapter two. I think Jimmy types like I do. He like it has to be like a whole thought, and I like that he did you worry to get excited, and he was a very good looking, good looking man. I'm guessing I was laughing as he told my husband, you don't want to get touched by these hands. It was like slow motion. I can see you. I'd be like, uh, I'd be like probably kind of raise my finger like I do. I'm a me. It's me. I'm the problem,

right he no, refly for you. Holy mad No, No, I'm not either, Jimmy, You're You're completely I'm not. Please, don't take that too personal. I'm I just you do type like I do. I I try to type and I can't do like these people like even beat me in typing, So I'm slow. Like you, don't worry about it, especially on my phone. I swear those buttons get tinier

and tiner every year. Dear Nikki, this one's pretty tame compared to some of my wild stuff I've spilled to you, but it stuck with me for the years and is one of the hottest, most unintentional cfn M clothed female naked male moments I've ever talked about in real life. A while back, I worked at a company where a bunch of us had access to company vehicles, not all CDL drivers, but the insurance rules were the same for

everyone on the driver's list. That meant we all had to do these periodic medical checkups at the same workers comp clinic nearby. Everyone gribed about it, the weight, the hassle, the awkwardness, standard complaints AMA's cookie cutter. For all of us. You get called back. Strip completely in a little room, slip into those ridiculous paper thin shorts and the matching paper shirt, the kind that's basically tissue paper, and wait

for the doctor. She comes in, asks the usual questions, takes a pulse, heart sounds, Then as you stand up for mobility stuff bends, stretches, few squats. Final step is the classic hernia check. Pull the shorts down just enough for quick gloved hand pressure near the goods, turn your head and cough. Done. Shorts never fully off, barely any

real exposure over in seconds. So one day a few of us are bitching in the break room about having to do it again, and this new guy, twenty five fit, good looking, total bro type, pipes up and says, man, that was the weirdest exam I've ever had. We're alike, weird how it's the same boring crap for everyone. He looks genuinely thrown. It was just odd standing there naked in front of an older lady doctor the whole time, naked, the whole time. We all freeze. Wait, what do you

mean naked? We barely dropped for two seconds, he blinks. No. She had me take off the paper clothes right when she came in, like completely disrobed. I didn't put anything back on until the very end. We were stunned. He keeps going casual as hell. She asked all the history questions while he stood there, bare ass naked, checked vital's dust, the coope on the chest, back everywhere, made him do the bends, stretches, squats, all of it, fully exposed cock

and balls just hanging out in the air open. Then the hernia check, of course, but by then it was basically the least awkward part, because he'd already been naked for fifteen minutes. We pressured, we pressed for more details, but he just shrugged. Said it felt weird, but it figured that was how they did things for guys or something. No one else had ever experienced that. Not a single other employee, male or female, got told to strip fully

at the start and stay that way. Just him. I'm convinced to this day the doctor did it on purpose mid forties, maybe older professionals hell on paper, but she saw this young, built, twenty five year old walk in and decided she wanted to enjoy the full view as long as the exam allowed. Kept him naked through every single step, dragging it out just enough to make it feel thorough. No extra test, no medical justification, just him standing there, exposed while she went out about her routine

like it was nothing. The thought of it still gets me every time, him clueless following extractions, thinking it's the standard procedure, while she quietly savoring every second of having the young fit guy comempletely bare in her exam room. The cfn M is the most mundane real life setting imaginal power and balance, subtle lawyerism, zero consent drama because he didn't even realize he was the exception, Nikki. Sometimes it's the tamest stories are the ones that burn the

hottest because they actually happened. Makes me wonder what else got on behind those clinic doors when no one's comparing notes. If you ever find yourself needing a thorough exam exam, let me know your anonymous cfn M daydream. But isn't that clothed female naked, yeah, clothed female naked male? So why would he be given me an exam if he's naked? Well near mind Nut's kind of answers the question. Uh, you know, Mars, you didn't even have to type that.

I almost suggested, Mars, this is you right here, Mars, did you answer the LinkedIn ad that was out there? I didn't. This was more cute and funny than I can picture some people going, what you didn't get that either? You know? And do you think the doctor got away with the similar thorough exams often? I do. I think she did. And I'm wondering if she's older than her forties, like maybe fifties, and she probably I don't know. I don't know, Jimmy, because it wasn't really I mean, was

there consent there? No? I mean she's doing an exam. Yeah. It's funny and scary. Yeah, but the way the story was told, it was just so nonchalant. There was no harm done, just you know, I mean, I wouldn't have batted an eye on it, you know, as someone you know. I don't know, and I hate to see this trope. It may be different for guys because guys are like, eh, but women are like, you know, I wouldn't like it done.

But but then in my head, Mars, you and I have to agree that we're going yep, i'd have done the same thing. Do I think he probably or she crossed the line professionally, possibly, But it doesn't sound like that she went the extra step. I mean she just had him naked. I mean we only presume half the story, you know, being in a I grew up, I around the locker room. I competed in swimming from the age of seven all the way till I was eighteen. So not that I dressed in front of man or undressed

in front of men. But for some reason, I you know, it doesn't bother me, especially for you know, the doctor doctors. I'll step bother him, Like, no, you don't like, yeah, we do. I'm like, it just doesn't bother me. Maybe I need to be more cautious on it. I'm like, Okay, I'm just gonna take off my pants and Banni's right here, and you can go to town on me. Literally, she's old. Maybe forgot to tell him to get dressed. I don't know. Maybe maybe let's put a pause to spin on this, Mars.

Maybe they ran out of, you know, the paper shirts and tops. We're gonna just pretend that we're that's the that's the excuse. I'm sticking to it. That's true. They're professional to across there, but she didn't touch him inappropriately, So I'm gonna assume, because I like to find the silver lining and everything, that they were just out of the the paper stuff, or maybe they didn't have any

of his size. Who knows a thorough exam Dear Nikki, I've been carrying this around for way too long, and I just need to get it out before I explode. Hang On, I didn't really read this one, someone said to me late, and I'm like, oh crap, oh never mind. I didn't even finish. I just said I need to confess something, and then it doesn't. I've refreshed my screen and it's not worth We'll have to work on that

one later. Okay. From the medical school hookups to fantasy procedures to real life thrills, these confessions show us the allure of medical settings, the mix of vulnerability, power, and to taboo Spark's intense desire. From the first story, we learned that professional practice can ignite unexpected passion, teaching us to embrace those simmering tensions. The second reminds us that humor can transform awkwardness into deeper connection, proving sex doesn't

always need to be serious. The third highlights the beauty of openness and relationships, showing us how honesty fosters intimacy in every clinical space is. The fourth dives into fantasies as safe outlets, exploring dominance in submission, and the fifth illustrates how exhibitionism and chemistry can turn routine into erotic adventure, emphasizing consent and mutual vibes. Finally, the six underscores a subtle power plays in every day sinnarios, revealing how the

mundane can hide the mischievous. So do we have any guesses for our riddle? I'll read it again. I go in deep, then come out slowly, and some prefer me big. When am I? You weren't here, But it's not food. Any last minute gifts four three, two one last minute guests. Everybody, I was thinking that wooden thing they put in your mouth, that doctors checked, the tongue press or popsicle stick, you know,

every time I read. When I was reading these and they say I want to check, or like anytime a medical one comes in as the one check or timbers or the old way. I always think, since you know I'm in my late forties, I always think the the I gotta say thermostat, but that's not the word. I'm looking for the thing up your ass, not like I guess old school now because they do across your head would be the mouth. But I'm showing my age because I was like, really is this gonna rettle? Oh? I didn't.

I forgot about that one? Or like if you had to take it in school, they put those those uh razor blade plastic things over the thermometer and stick it in your mouth. It's like, let's give a paper cup under that tongue. Totally forgot about the armpit. Yeah wow. And until the next delicious secret lands in my inbox, Breathe deep, touch slow, and always ask for what makes you tremble. This is sneaky signing out what dreams, darlings,