My first erotic GYN exam

Leila and I have only known each other for about an hour. Just as I was about to leave this humid southern state and head back north, my phone rings, at 2134, while I am twirling through the fancy lobby circle door. She is assigned to me and what is now my seemingly never-ending caseload. I take full report over the phone, jotting down her demographics, diagnosis, and her current location. I proceed to my car. “Another female case,” I thought to myself as I start the car engine.

Meanwhile, I am visualizing the items I would need to collect the evidence. Everything I needed was in the trunk. Four large rough and tumble silver steel cases trimmed in black to be precise. Each case is securely locked and their interiors are lined with thick, dense, but spongy, gray foam padding holding their contents firmly in place. Otherwise, known as SIC, standard issued case. Ordinarily after every single patient, I phone the main office, tell them what I have used and they FedEx new sterile kits and whatever I requisition to my locations, either same day air, or next day by 10:00 a.m. Some days, within the 200 mile radius of which I am assigned, I go through 25-50 kits a day. I always keep extra metal Collins speculums in a separate case. Most females prefer Collins because they open side-to-side. I also prefer using metal Collins because when closely examining the vagina, interiorly and exteriorly, for trauma, tissue damage, semen, pubic hairs, blood, urine, and other signs of trauma, Collins offers the best wide-open visualization of the vagina. Also, metal speculums do not absorb vaginal heat as quickly as plastic ones. A cold 2 degrees can feel exhilarating in a vagina that has just experienced something it didn’t anticipate. Cold metal is soothing, calming, and the KY lubricant clings better to metal. It radically sets the thousands of sensitive vaginal nerve endings into overdrive, waiting to be pleasured, stimulated, which leaves any vagina begging for more.

You see, statistically speaking, on average, an assault occurs every two minutes in the United States. 34% of all assaults (rape, abuse, incest) are committed by someone the victim knows. And, astonishingly, 97% of those perpetrators will not spend one second in jail. Believe me when I tell you that men are raped, assaulted, and abused. I have seen my share of male victims.

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I drive to the hospital ER, show my badge for proof of identification, state my purpose, and wait for a response from the male nurse seated behind the triage desk. He directs me to her. I pull open the curtain, introduce myself, again state my purpose, and verify her identity. She is pale-skinned, with long shiny brown hair, mid 30’s, and with hazel eyes. She doesn’t appear to be afraid of me, or have any signs of distress. She is without blank stares and rather calmly looking. Matter of fact, she and I recognize each other. I didn’t pay much attention to her name at first. After all, she has a common name for this region. I look at her face and recall she has three alleged[/i] abuse cases filed against a perpetrator. She smiles at me and says, “I’m glad it’s you this time, I like the way you open me up.” She continues to smile as though she is consciously projecting her voice, dragging out her vowels as though she is speaking through her vagina. I had never felt such a twitch and twinkle in my clitoris as I am feeling now. Her eyes, her voice, her erotic expressionisms send my brain off track and immediately demands sexual arousal. Even though I have encountered her in the past, she has never declared her own thrills and secrets she holds in her own garden. Immediately, I realize that no matter what I say or do, she is going to think it is just a bit naughty. I am feeling sorry for her soul. Who does this? Why would anyone gain such a climatic pleasure from medical examination equipment?

I stand at her bedside, without questioning her provocative voice, and explain the entire procedure to her. I place my SIC on the bedside table and flip the locks open. She gasps with a sigh of relief. I raise the head of the bed just slightly greater than 30 degrees. She brushes my left elbow with her pinky finger. I feel a more pronounced double throb deep inside of my own vaginal wall. I explain to her that she needs to slide her bottom down to the edge of the bed. I grab her hips firmly and pull her towards my waist. She lets out a light, “Ahhh.”

I have arranged the internal and external vaginal exam instruments and rape kit in such a fashion to maintain a sterile field. I don my tight-snug #8 sterile gloves. I drape her vaginal area, leaving her legs spread wide-open with her knees bent in proper position. I shine the bright GN light spot-on her vagina. I carefully comb through her dark brown pubic hairs, catching any fibers or foreign debris into the sterile specimen cup. I unwrap the sterile packaging, which contain the metal Collins specula, and drop it into my sterile field. She takes a big pleasurable breath in and lets it our slow and hard. We make eye contact. Again, I feel that deep double-throb in my vagina and feel a slight warm trickle of fluid escape from me. I take my right hand, spread open her labia major, and insert the cold metal Collins specula. She grunts and moans and shifts her hips ever so slightly from right to left, left to right, and back again. I can’t help it now, my own vagina is screaming, begging to be deeply pleasured. My heart is racing. My vagina is rhythmically throbbing, panting, and gorging out of control. Leila tilts her head slightly backwards, her lower lip becomes larger, and her mouth slightly opens. I see her pupils are dilated. She closes her eyes and sucks slightly on her lower lip. She is sexually aroused and euphoric.

I lock the speculum in place, being to swab her labia, internal vagina OS, ad deep into her vagina. The corner of her eyes are twitching and I can tell she is rolling her eyes back into her head, as she can feel the circular twirls of the swab tempting her anterior vaginal ridges. Without hesitation, I smell her raw sweetness. If this is what heaven smells like, it must be real, I thought.

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I have seen my share of vagina and caught scents prior but Leila’s is pure, raw, sensuous, and lip-licking worthy.

After I have concealed the swabs into the specimen container, I explain to her that I am now going to remove the speculum. She gives me a slanted look of disappointment. I remove the instruments and she lets out a long breathy mmmahahahh. I can only imagine the surge of pleasure she just experienced. I too am wanting that same release as my deep inner emotions are throbbing, twitching, and making me squirm uncontrollably. I give her the basin filled with warm soapy water so she can wash her peri area. She takes the wash cloth in one hand and with the other hand she spreads her labia wide-open and gently strokes up, down, and in circular motions. I must turn away, now. I can no longer bear this teasing. She is now finshed. Completely satisfied with the procedure. She repositions herself in bed. She asked me if I would give her a hug. I lean in to her, hug her, and she puts her fingers under my nose. “Smell me, deeply, I kept this hand dirty so you could smell me.” I have many responses that want to be said. However, I mumble out, “I’m glad you tolerated the procedure well.”

I clean up my work area in the ER room and toss everything except the evidence into the red biohazard waste can. I leave her and fill out my report at the triage desk, fax the report, and send the evidence off to the lab. I have one task at hand right now and that is to hurry the hell out of here and go back to the hotel and check in again. There is no way I can drive back home with all this urgency, wanting, begging, and desires that my brain has wired a direct link from my brain to my vagina.

This was not my first vaginal examination. However, it was the first time I realized what a powerful urge I had to start my owm experimentation with medical and surgical equipment.

Great story 😄

Very well written but very disturbing. Personally, I find it strange that you chose to eroticise what is generally considered the worst thing that a woman can experience. Just my opinion.

Wow. Great material for fantacizing, there. I'll bookmark this one and take some suggestions....

Very erotic!

When I was about 20, i had my GYN lubro sting me at the start of the exam while maintaining eye contact. It was very direct of him, very pleasurable. Looking back he really crossed the line but it was hard to complain!

Fleurs, please explain the phrase "lubro sting". I have never heard it before.

I'm going to guess a non-spell corrected "lubricating"

StephenS

Stupid typo! Meant to say " lubricating" I think. My bad! Will be more careful to notice the autocorrect sabotage next time!