Ummm. Well in a word I would have to say frustrating.
Whilst my partner certainly isn't a prude and will entertain the eroticism of medical scenarios, it's all a bit 'benny hill' for her i.e. it doesn't go beyond being a bit of a saucy giggle.
It was some weeks ago now, her examination that is, but I laid the foundations immaculately: quizzing her with a coy smile with regard to her state of undress and which procedures were administered/instruments used. Auscultation? Palpitation? (optimistically): Breast exam or gyn?
As it happened it would appear that it were the most perfunctory of examinations, conducted by brusque middle aged lady of unspecified nationality.
This did not however dampen my spirits and I enthusiastically pursued with my questioning which in turn was responded to with an equally coy, if slightly suspicious smile.
Later that evening whilst administering some 'stimulation' I confidently assumed the role of doctor and performed an impromptu breast and gyn exam which was enjoyed by both of us and we agreed to explore the concept some more.
Roll on 2 days to Friday and I have arranged for the kids and pets to be shipped off to the grand parents the following morning and I'm quietly driving myself up the wall planning our saturday night in. I was positively beaming with anticipation as i dusted off the my lab coat, tested my stethoscope and went about preparing various lotions and devices of stimulation.
One problem however was that I had not taken into account my partner's ability to consume copious quantities of alcohol and she was so hungover from the vat of post work Pino Grigio on friday that the last thing she wanted to be on the saturday night was prodded and probed by an over excited boyfriend.
As I know only too well, you may have to lose a battle to win a war. The farce continues.
SFS >😄