Hi there, my name is Paul Wilson. I'm a 24 year old student at the University studying medicine, but I'm not writing about that. I'm writing about an experience which changed the way I thought about myself and my sexuality last year. I've always been a bit of a closet exhibitionist - I loved it for example, when my partner Emma let me rub suntan lotion on her bare breasts at the beach that one time. We were in a fairly secluded spot with no-one around for miles but even just the thought that someone *might* be watching was enough to send a bolt of sexually charged lightening through the pair of us. What further awakened the exhibitionist streak in myself was a seemingly innocent, straightforward trip to the doctors surgery last May to pick up a prescription. I'd been looking for a new doctor after my registration with my hometown one lapsed due to my moving away for University. I'd heard nothing but good things about a Dr. Schiffman and his clinic, with everyone full of praise for how methodical and professional he was. I wasted no time in registering with his clinic. When I first visited to pick up a prescription I hadn't banked on my visit fulfilling some of my deepest held sexual fantasies, and then some.