Long time lurker here coming to the surface to breathe!
After all the excitement about the exam proper, I find a lot seem to miss out on the aftermath in the exam room. There’s a lot of imagery here, and more going on than meets the eye.
For starters: The disheveled exam table, with a fresh imprint of the patient’s derrière on the butcher paper or chux pad for starters. Maybe even a spot (or puddle for some of you) of lube, the patient’s own secretions, or perhaps a hint of blood adorns the paper as well. The johnnie gown lumped on the table, still warm from the wearer and her embarrasment and/or joy. The covers on the stirrups still bearing the imprint of the heels that they just held. A light on the end of the table that has been pushed aside, that illuminated the patients most private nethers brighter than ever is done on a day to day basis, for all to see in the room.
Turn to see the cluttered mayo stand, waiting for the nurse to dispose of. Was once a nice knolled bit of exam kit resting on pink or blue paper now lays tossed about. A torn open single serve envelope or two of Surgi-Lube, or a dollop of lubricant that has had a finger run through it, that eased the insertion of fingers and instruments into the patient. An inside out latex or nitrile glove, with two fingers still moist from the orifice(s) they just explored. A pap smear spatula, cervical broom, or q-tip with remnants of the cervical mucus they brushed against to sample. Or maybe they are contained in solution in a vial, waiting to be sent to the lab. Maybe there’s a hand held mirror, used by the curious patient to observe what very few women (or men for that matter) get to see. Then there’s my personal favorite: the used speculum. The plastic or stainless steel instrument that strikes fear, sometimes pleasure, into many women’s hearts lies there on its side on the stand. Its blades coated with a film from the vagina it once held open for the doctor’s perusal. The thin film more visible on the clear plastic bills, consisting of a hint of lubricant and the patient’s own secretions. You can see the streaks down the length of the bills from it being inserted and extracted, the various vaginal tissues leaving their signature. At the mouth of the speculum, you can see how far it was inserted, with excess lube that has bunched up on the surface, where the tool had bottomed against the folds of the labia. On the interior of the blades, you might see the leftovers of the pooling of fluids inside the patient’s vagina, gooped around the bottom and edges of the bills. Maybe the light is still plugged in and turned on, that shown light into the patient’s dark cave, now brightly showing off the spoils of its journey.
I find this to be just as erotic as the main event. I appreciate those who have taken the time to capture these moments at their annual or play exams. I also appreciate all of you for making me feel a little more at ease with my closet fetish.