Bimbo Side Effects: Losing Control in the Doctor's Office (Medical Bimbo MFM Menage Exhibitionist Erotica)
Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread | ISBN: | 9781311328038 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread | Publication: | April 29, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread |
| ISBN: | 9781311328038 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread |
| Publication: | April 29, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, medical examinations, public group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, Vanessa Worthing is being stretched to the limit. What she really needs is something to help her let go and unwind, and her doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of latent sexual tension, though Vanessa is quick to deny to her handsome young doctor that this could be a concern for her.
But when he issues her the drug and keeps her in his exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.
Excerpt:
His voice stopped me, understanding but firm. "Try to focus, Vanessa. I understand the drug can be a little disorienting, but try to remember why we're here. You came in because you were having trouble with -"
"Oh, I remember now, Dr. Stevens. I'm sorry. Yes, I really am feeling a lot better. In fact, it's hard to even remember what had me so worked up in the first place."
"That's good," he said, scribbling something. "That's very good. And what about the other issues we talked about?"
"Oh," I said, having forgotten for a moment the source of my previous anxiety. "I - uh, I'm sure there isn't anything to worry about."
"Well lie back," he said. "I need to take your blood pressure."
Compliantly, I flopped back onto the exam table. My legs splayed open lazily and for a moment I worried that my gown had hiked up to show more than I meant to. But it felt so good just to lie there that I really couldn't find it in myself to check.
Dr. Stevens came over next to me. I saw his gaze flick over my body and caught a momentary gleam of desire in those dark, alluring eyes.
"Is my p**** showing, Dr. Stevens?" I asked lazily.
"It is, as a matter of fact," he said, putting a hand to my forehead and writing something down. "You know we don't require patients to remove their underwear when we have them change, don't you?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Stevens. I don't mean to be improper. It's just that I wasn't wearing any panties today. Isn't that silly? I completely forgot to wear panties."
"That's quite alright," he said, removing his hand from my forehead.
I closed my eyes again. The drug's effects were getting stronger, and there was definitely something sexual about the way I was feeling. I liked talking about my p**** with him. I liked him looking at it.
"Why don't I give you a quick once-over?" he suggested. "While we've got you down here anyways."
"Of course, doctor," I agreed, spreading my legs wider for him.
He put his hand on the side of my throat, feeling at my pulse. His fingers were gentle and strong and my skin felt hot and very sensitive to his touch. Everything felt good, but especially him. "Body temperature seems stable, and pulse normal," he said, scribbling.
"You know I really like when you touch me, Dr. Stevens. You should do it more."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he said distractedly as he continued the exam. His hands made deft, knowing little movements down my body. Each one sent a shiver of pleasure up through me.
He prodded several times at my upper stomach and then moved lower. It wasn't until I felt his fingers on my bare skin that I realized how much of myself I was showing. He hadn't just caught a glimpse; the entire lower half of my body below my navel was bared and in view. I wriggled in a naughty sort of glee.
"Try to hold still, Vanessa," he chided.
"Sorry, Dr. Stevens," I apologized.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, medical examinations, public group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, Vanessa Worthing is being stretched to the limit. What she really needs is something to help her let go and unwind, and her doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of latent sexual tension, though Vanessa is quick to deny to her handsome young doctor that this could be a concern for her.
But when he issues her the drug and keeps her in his exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.
Excerpt:
His voice stopped me, understanding but firm. "Try to focus, Vanessa. I understand the drug can be a little disorienting, but try to remember why we're here. You came in because you were having trouble with -"
"Oh, I remember now, Dr. Stevens. I'm sorry. Yes, I really am feeling a lot better. In fact, it's hard to even remember what had me so worked up in the first place."
"That's good," he said, scribbling something. "That's very good. And what about the other issues we talked about?"
"Oh," I said, having forgotten for a moment the source of my previous anxiety. "I - uh, I'm sure there isn't anything to worry about."
"Well lie back," he said. "I need to take your blood pressure."
Compliantly, I flopped back onto the exam table. My legs splayed open lazily and for a moment I worried that my gown had hiked up to show more than I meant to. But it felt so good just to lie there that I really couldn't find it in myself to check.
Dr. Stevens came over next to me. I saw his gaze flick over my body and caught a momentary gleam of desire in those dark, alluring eyes.
"Is my p**** showing, Dr. Stevens?" I asked lazily.
"It is, as a matter of fact," he said, putting a hand to my forehead and writing something down. "You know we don't require patients to remove their underwear when we have them change, don't you?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Stevens. I don't mean to be improper. It's just that I wasn't wearing any panties today. Isn't that silly? I completely forgot to wear panties."
"That's quite alright," he said, removing his hand from my forehead.
I closed my eyes again. The drug's effects were getting stronger, and there was definitely something sexual about the way I was feeling. I liked talking about my p**** with him. I liked him looking at it.
"Why don't I give you a quick once-over?" he suggested. "While we've got you down here anyways."
"Of course, doctor," I agreed, spreading my legs wider for him.
He put his hand on the side of my throat, feeling at my pulse. His fingers were gentle and strong and my skin felt hot and very sensitive to his touch. Everything felt good, but especially him. "Body temperature seems stable, and pulse normal," he said, scribbling.
"You know I really like when you touch me, Dr. Stevens. You should do it more."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he said distractedly as he continued the exam. His hands made deft, knowing little movements down my body. Each one sent a shiver of pleasure up through me.
He prodded several times at my upper stomach and then moved lower. It wasn't until I felt his fingers on my bare skin that I realized how much of myself I was showing. He hadn't just caught a glimpse; the entire lower half of my body below my navel was bared and in view. I wriggled in a naughty sort of glee.
"Try to hold still, Vanessa," he chided.
"Sorry, Dr. Stevens," I apologized.
