Speaker 1: Good evening. You start here just in a few minutes
Speaker 1: to see if anybody else joins in. Hello, Hello, everybody? Hello,
Speaker 1: there's the married couple? How last night go? And then
Speaker 1: I'll get things started. Anybody want to fess up to
Speaker 1: what happened after you? Guys? Hung up? Now? Okay? Uh
Speaker 1: got it? Got it? Welcome back to another tantalizing episode
Speaker 1: of Dear Nikki after Dark, where we uncover the raw,
Speaker 1: unfiltered confessions that make your pulse race and your imagination
Speaker 1: run wild. I'm your host, Nikki, and today we're diving
Speaker 1: deep into the world of medical mischief and those steamy encounters, fantasies,
Speaker 1: and hilarious mishaps that happen behind a closed exam door.
Speaker 1: If you ever felt a thrill of the stessico, the
Speaker 1: steph of scope, Jesus, my tongue has been all ridden
Speaker 1: tonight and forbidden procedure. This episode is for you. Remember,
Speaker 1: all confessions are shared anonymously, but the heat is very
Speaker 1: real and on tonight's show, imagine med school studying turning
Speaker 1: into a wine field abdominal exam that ends with a
Speaker 1: tongue in places it shouldn't be, leaving one student begging
Speaker 1: for more. A doctor roleplay gone hilariously wrong when a
Speaker 1: special medicine gets denied by insurance, turning foreplay into a
Speaker 1: laugh out loud romp, and a fantasy of a hung
Speaker 1: doctor skipping the gloves for a very personal prostate jack,
Speaker 1: complete with a sample collection that's anything but routine. So
Speaker 1: stick around because there's These are just the tip of
Speaker 1: the stethoscope. And now for our dear nicky segment, where
Speaker 1: I answer our listener's burning question and turn it back
Speaker 1: to you today. Question comes from an anonymous sender, Dannicky.
Speaker 1: I've always fantasized about medical role play, but I'm worried
Speaker 1: it'll feel too awkward or clinical in real life. How
Speaker 1: do I make it feel sexy and natural without killing
Speaker 1: the mood? I don't have experience in medical play anybody
Speaker 1: here in the chat, but I think it goes to
Speaker 1: show that it really can just be like anything. We're
Speaker 1: cautious and be open and just take your time. I
Speaker 1: mean it doesn't have to be hello, I'm here to
Speaker 1: examine your dick. I mean, it doesn't know to be that.
Speaker 1: I wouldn't think unless you're going for that, But I
Speaker 1: couldn't keep a straight face. So I don't think being
Speaker 1: I think go slow. Yeah I don't. I wouldn't know.
Speaker 1: Now the club I went to the UK, they had
Speaker 1: a medical room for medical play, but it also served
Speaker 1: as a medical room, so it was like because they
Speaker 1: had they had always registered at least a registered nurse
Speaker 1: and like an rin on staff and or at doctor
Speaker 1: always there. So that was kind of interesting. So what's
Speaker 1: the one tip you'd give to make medical role play
Speaker 1: feel more authentic and arousing? And second, have you ever
Speaker 1: incorporated real medical elements like a doctor visit story into
Speaker 1: your fantasies or play and how did it enhance your experience? Again? No,
Speaker 1: not for me? What about anybody else here? You can
Speaker 1: always for those that are listening later answer in a
Speaker 1: send us a message and discord and let us know
Speaker 1: if you have any medical play experience, or you can
Speaker 1: email me at Nikki at dear Nikki dot com or
Speaker 1: anonymously on the website at Dearnigki dot com under the
Speaker 1: confessions tab. So would you play roleplay a doctor nurse
Speaker 1: or a doctor patient scenario at home? Fore hole, I
Speaker 1: take notes nurse patient? We already did nurses, Jimmy, what
Speaker 1: about and if you're here just to listen. Just let
Speaker 1: us know and we'll just let you listen, and you
Speaker 1: don't have to have a conversation, but feel free to
Speaker 1: have a conversation the chat with them or me. Didn't
Speaker 1: want you to feel like we're leaving you out. It
Speaker 1: is hot in my office, guys, I'm ready for the
Speaker 1: Oh no, okay, it is a slickery little sucker. I
Speaker 1: one time, the first time I did, I was like,
Speaker 1: where the fuck is this chat? So? Do you have
Speaker 1: any medical play experience now that you've found the chat? Yeah?
Speaker 1: So would you go the Mars route for nurse patient
Speaker 1: or doctor patient or doctor nurse? And why am I
Speaker 1: thinking of the what was it? Hello? Nurse? That cartoon?
Speaker 1: There's patient? Ah, you missed the traveling did you the
Speaker 1: traveling nurse that we did last Friday? But I think
Speaker 1: there's another nurse day on this month, so keep an
Speaker 1: eye out for that. Or did you actually did you
Speaker 1: hear the episode? But I think that was an erotic
Speaker 1: audio so it would have been behind a paywall. All right,
Speaker 1: let's kick things off with the brain deezer. Today's reddle
Speaker 1: sounds downright filthy, but I promise it's one hundred percent clean.
Speaker 1: I go in deep then come out slow, and some
Speaker 1: prefer me big. What am I? I'll let you think
Speaker 1: on that one. I think I've stumped you guys tonight
Speaker 1: and I'll reveal the answer at the end of the show. Nope,
Speaker 1: it's actually not food related. How about that. You know
Speaker 1: what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax,
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nikki, Okay, confession time, because you're the
Speaker 1: only one I trust with this delicious filth. You already know.
Speaker 1: I dipped my toes and more into the med school
Speaker 1: for a little over a year before life decided yet
Speaker 1: me out the door. The program basically locked us as
Speaker 1: med students in our own little horny bubble, separate dorms,
Speaker 1: weird schedules, zero mingling with noormies. Hooking up with anyone
Speaker 1: in the cohort was a guaranteed gossip explosion by lunch
Speaker 1: the next day, but that didn't stop the chemistry from simmering.
Speaker 1: Clinical skills were the real culprit. Endless practice exams meant
Speaker 1: running your hands all over each other's bodies under the
Speaker 1: guise of learning single tough luck. You're palpitating your classmates abs,
Speaker 1: listening to their lungs, and suddenly everyone's breathing a little
Speaker 1: heavier than necessary. That's how I ended up sprawled on
Speaker 1: Jenny's couch over Christmas. Jen twenty seven, mature student ex
Speaker 1: farmer rep with a killer charm, blonde bob ears peeking out,
Speaker 1: and she tucked her hair back, and yes, it made
Speaker 1: me weak. Endless tan legs, tight little stomach, and their
Speaker 1: reputation that preceded her by a mile. She'd been man
Speaker 1: starved for over a year and wasn't shy about saying it.
Speaker 1: We bonded over a dirty humor and endless compliments about
Speaker 1: my missing dick, thanks in large part to our mutual
Speaker 1: lesbian friend Lydia accidentally awakening Jin's by side. We started
Speaker 1: the day studying for a written exam. Then exactly at
Speaker 1: noon we cracked wine like the responsible dolts and switched
Speaker 1: to practicals topless breast exams, old news. We were making delicious,
Speaker 1: ridiculous faces and giggling like idiots, wine loosening everything. Eventually
Speaker 1: we flopped on to the sofa. I stretched out, feet
Speaker 1: in her lap while she rented about how horny she was.
Speaker 1: The room started using lazy spin. Then she shifted, and
Speaker 1: suddenly she was straddling me, eyes dark and playful. A
Speaker 1: donal exam, she purred, tucking my shirt up. I stripped
Speaker 1: it off, tied, tired, and failed to balance my wine
Speaker 1: glass on my bare stomach like a circus act. A
Speaker 1: corset tipped rained red wine pooled in my navel and
Speaker 1: gene tissed, calling me a clumsy little slut, then leaned
Speaker 1: down and licked it out with one slow, hot swipe
Speaker 1: of her tongue. I swear my soul left my body
Speaker 1: for a second, full shiver, instant clinch between my legs.
Speaker 1: I fooled around with girls before, but nothing, nothing has
Speaker 1: hit me like the warm tongue circling my belly button.
Speaker 1: She confiscated my glass smart, then continued the exam, hands
Speaker 1: gliding lower, pressing into my danger zone, that strip of
Speaker 1: skin from the navel to the pubic bone that turns
Speaker 1: me into a whimpering mess. Under ten seconds, her fingers
Speaker 1: dug in just right, checking for organ edges, and I
Speaker 1: moaned loud, shameless, save it. For your vaginal examin your
Speaker 1: filthy girl, she teased. Voice, husky, drunk brain took over.
Speaker 1: Why wait. Fingertips hooked my waistband. I lifted my hips
Speaker 1: without thinking. Leggings and panties yanked off together. Cool air
Speaker 1: kissed my bare pussy. She settled between my thighs, pushed
Speaker 1: my knees wide and just stared, smiled like she won something.
Speaker 1: Her hands trailed up my inner thighs, slow torture. I
Speaker 1: kissed one thigh, then the other, creeping higher with every pass.
Speaker 1: I was arching, desperate, trying to grind toward her mouth.
Speaker 1: She pinned me down with one palm low on my belly,
Speaker 1: right where I'm the weakest brat. Then she simply blew
Speaker 1: a soft stream of air my clit. I let out
Speaker 1: this pathetic, high pitched wine I didn't know I could make.
Speaker 1: Her mouth finally descended, wet, warm, relentless, drunk oil is unmatched,
Speaker 1: and she approved it. Sucking, licking gentle bites Hickey's painting
Speaker 1: across my thighs. She edged me for ages, fifteen minutes
Speaker 1: of pure aching heaven, until I was trembling and begging
Speaker 1: with my hips when she zeroed in tight perfect circles
Speaker 1: around my clit. I was done, hands in her hair,
Speaker 1: pulling her face deeper, riding her tongue until orgasm rooped
Speaker 1: through me, whole body, convulsing, vision blurring, pleasure so sharp
Speaker 1: and almost burned. She kept softly licking through the aftershocks
Speaker 1: until I had to stop her. Another one was already building,
Speaker 1: and I was convinced it would actually kill me. I
Speaker 1: tried to play it cool. You failed, no chaperon for
Speaker 1: an intimate exam. Disgraceful. We both cracked up the tension
Speaker 1: we've been ignoring finally snapped. I still owe her. One
Speaker 1: got too worked up to reliving and to finish the story.
Speaker 1: Guess I'll have to burn this one off on my run.
Speaker 1: Don't hate me for leaving you hanging, or maybe you do.
Speaker 1: I like it when I get a little she gets
Speaker 1: a little mad at me. Makes me want to work
Speaker 1: up slowly yours and sin exo. Yeah, I've never I've
Speaker 1: never been to medical school, but you know in college,
Speaker 1: I you know, the roommate was a roommate. She was, yeah,
Speaker 1: a roommate. She's not my life anymore. So I wonder
Speaker 1: to Jenny, or to my sinful lady here. What made
Speaker 1: Jenny's touch so electrified compared to past experiences and was
Speaker 1: it the forbidden med school vibe or something more personal?
Speaker 1: And to those of you listening, have you ever turned
Speaker 1: a professional or educational setting into something steamy? And what
Speaker 1: sparked that shift for you? I have to say that
Speaker 1: spot she was talking about, from nable to pubic bone,
Speaker 1: that doesn't I'm might have to try that. I mean,
Speaker 1: I've never thought of that area an intimate spot. What
Speaker 1: about you, Mars? What about and gentlemen? What about you guys?
Speaker 1: Anybody really really well? I've skipped it in Roger's zone.
Speaker 1: I always like that. I always go to the outer
Speaker 1: and anerthize, you know. And I'm trying to think. Have
Speaker 1: I ever trailed a tongue or a hand down that way?
Speaker 1: I'm gonna have to ask. I know too that all
Speaker 1: answer me, so I'll ask them in the morning. Do
Speaker 1: you have your husband ballgag somewhere, Mars? Because he's all quiet?
Speaker 1: Oh not yet, Dear Nikki, this one's too ridiculous and
Speaker 1: hot not to share with you. Confession in coming. So
Speaker 1: picture this. We're deep and playing doctor role play. I'm
Speaker 1: the helpless needy patient, perched on the edge of my
Speaker 1: bed in my tiniest lingerie, patting my lashes like I'm
Speaker 1: auditioning for the world's horniest Disney princess. He's a stern,
Speaker 1: sexy doctor and nothing but Boxer's that smirk, the way
Speaker 1: he always gets me. I slide my hand right over
Speaker 1: his cock and give it a slow squeeze and per
Speaker 1: in my sweetest, breathest voice, Doctor, I think I need
Speaker 1: some special medicine to make me feel all better. Without
Speaker 1: missing a beat, He gently but firmly pushes my hand away,
Speaker 1: looks me dead in the eye with this completely straight face,
Speaker 1: and says, sorry, ma'am, but this procedure isn't covered by
Speaker 1: your insurance. I froze for half a second. Then we
Speaker 1: both lost it, full on can't Breathe tears in her eyes, laughing.
Speaker 1: I'm talking, wheezing, clutching my stomach, the whole dramatic collapse
Speaker 1: onto the bed. This was so would have been me.
Speaker 1: He tried to stay in character. Now let's check your vitals,
Speaker 1: but every time he touched me we'd crack up again.
Speaker 1: I'm so not sounding sexy right now, I'd moaned dramatically
Speaker 1: and he'd deadpanns something about cope's or pre authorization required.
Speaker 1: It was the dumbest, funniest foreplay disaster ever. Eventually we
Speaker 1: gave up on the script entirely, still giggling like ill idiots.
Speaker 1: Clothes came off, and we fucked like it was the
Speaker 1: punchline to the best joke we've ever heard. Every fast,
Speaker 1: ever gasp, we'd catch each other's eye and start cracking
Speaker 1: up all over again. I came so hard it was
Speaker 1: literally laughing through the oral exam, shaking, snorting the works.
Speaker 1: He wasn't far behind. They collapsed in the sweaty, breathless
Speaker 1: heap afterwards, still snickering. Every few minutes whenever one of
Speaker 1: us remembered not covered by your insurance. I swear it's
Speaker 1: ruined serious doctor roleplay for me forever in the best way.
Speaker 1: Moral of the story, Sometimes the hottest sex comes with
Speaker 1: a side of uncontrollable laughter. And yeah, I'd let him
Speaker 1: deny my claim again in a heartbeat. Don't tell anyone,
Speaker 1: but maybe next time you're feeling under the weather, I'll
Speaker 1: come over and prescribe you something that definitely isn't covered.
Speaker 1: You're anonymous little trouble maker ooh, I have a little
Speaker 1: trail maker. I think laughter leads to the best secks,
Speaker 1: you know, especially if you're really into someone. I could
Speaker 1: see this being really good sex. Just that could be
Speaker 1: just me though, So I think I'm gonna borrow that line.
Speaker 1: But I don't think it'd work with the Brett because
Speaker 1: they don't do medical insurance over there. So I ended
Speaker 1: up what I'm kidding. And to my anonymous little troublemaker,
Speaker 1: did that insurance denial become an inside joke for future
Speaker 1: play or did it inspire more comedia scenarios? I could
Speaker 1: see them dropping this in like conversation between you know,
Speaker 1: and nobody has a clue, but it's like an inside
Speaker 1: sexy joke that would be me anyway. And for you guys,
Speaker 1: what's the funniest mishap that's ever happened during your role
Speaker 1: play or just regular sex attempts? And how did it
Speaker 1: affect the mood? I'm trying to think anybody have one? No,
Speaker 1: I think that's why I probably Besides, I don't want
Speaker 1: my vagina's not a clown car being porn because I
Speaker 1: don't think I could stay in character. I mean, God
Speaker 1: bless them, I couldn't do it. I mean, and I
Speaker 1: know a porn star. I'm really good friends with her,
Speaker 1: but there's just no way, no way I can do it.
Speaker 1: I'm gonna have to ask her how she doesn't crack up.
Speaker 1: I'm gonna have to or even the ones that I
Speaker 1: know that just that do shoot content. I'm gonna have
Speaker 1: to ask because there's no way. There's no way I
Speaker 1: could do it. Wait and see what Jimmy says. I
Speaker 1: bet it's gonna be good. But I will say this,
Speaker 1: if you ever meet me and I'm with you know,
Speaker 1: the Bridge or Darcy, and they say something that's an
Speaker 1: inside joke and I go beat red. You know immediately
Speaker 1: it's something sexual because I wear all my feels and
Speaker 1: motions right on my face. So it's it's one of those.
Speaker 1: You'll know it's an inside joke, and it would definitely
Speaker 1: something good. Jimmy's tapping a book, So what's the one?
Speaker 1: Chapter one? What's the uh? You were going down on
Speaker 1: a woman? She was sitting on the couch, I was
Speaker 1: kneeling on the floor. Her dog came up in mind.
Speaker 1: Oh that would suck. Oh my god. So did it
Speaker 1: kill the moon? I mean, did you guys get the
Speaker 1: dog out of the room and did it kill the mood?
Speaker 1: Mike Golden's go lay on the floor. I'm not worried
Speaker 1: about him. She put the dog away and we continued.
Speaker 1: Oh okay, I'm gonna ask. Was the nose cold? Oh no,
Speaker 1: it just mounted you. I thought maybe I read that wrong. Sorry.
Speaker 1: We had a confession, oh about a month or so
Speaker 1: ago where that happened, where a dog it was either
Speaker 1: a dog or cat, came up and put its nose
Speaker 1: right on the guy's ass, like in between the cheeks,
Speaker 1: and it was really cold. He fully clothed. Well, that's
Speaker 1: a good thing, dear Nikki. I've been replaying this moment
Speaker 1: in my head all day and I need to spill
Speaker 1: it to you. Nope, he's definitely imprinted on evenity. So
Speaker 1: here's a little confession for you. We moved to a
Speaker 1: new state each which meant huning for fresh doctor to
Speaker 1: keep our meds flowing. Ended up with this wonderful LGBT
Speaker 1: friendly practice, super welcoming no judgment vibes from the jump.
Speaker 1: Today was our second visit, so she wanted to do
Speaker 1: a deeper dive into our histories. STI screening the full checklist,
Speaker 1: she started with my husband casual as anything. How long
Speaker 1: since your last full panel? Any new partner sense? His
Speaker 1: answers straight up, yes, two do you know their status?
Speaker 1: One negative? One positive, but undetectable. The whole time he's
Speaker 1: looking right at her, calm open, no shame. I'm sitting
Speaker 1: there watching him be so matter of fact about it,
Speaker 1: and my heart's already doing that fluttery thing. Then it's
Speaker 1: my term. Same question rolls around to the partner's bit.
Speaker 1: Before I could open my mouth, the doctor glances between
Speaker 1: us and says, all gentle and assuming and just the
Speaker 1: same he had. I cut in quick, no, oh, no,
Speaker 1: I haven't been with anyone. I didn't look at her
Speaker 1: when I said it. I looked straight at him, and Nikki,
Speaker 1: if you could have seen the smile that spread across
Speaker 1: his face, not smug, not cocky, just this pure, radiant
Speaker 1: look of love. I soft lips parted, like he couldn't
Speaker 1: believe how lucky he is. Like in that second, everything
Speaker 1: clicked into place, even more perfectly than before. My chest
Speaker 1: went warm and tight and happy all at once. For once,
Speaker 1: we didn't have to dance around or the soft edges,
Speaker 1: no euphanisms. No, it's complicated. Just us, our dynamic laid
Speaker 1: bare in fluorescent lit exam room, and it felt freeing, safe, hot,
Speaker 1: in the quietest, sweetest way. I walked out of there,
Speaker 1: holding his hand a little tighter, still buzzing from that smile.
Speaker 1: Turns out telling the truth to a stranger can feel
Speaker 1: more intimate than any secret we've ever kept. Don't worry, Handsome,
Speaker 1: I'm keeping the rest of the details for when I'm
Speaker 1: extra naughty and want to tease you properly. But this one,
Speaker 1: this one's too tender not to share your secret. Cut
Speaker 1: Queen admirer. I don't think I've ever had a cut
Speaker 1: Queen admirer. Wow, Oh that's kind of cool. You know
Speaker 1: it Sometimes when we're in real life and we end
Speaker 1: up telling our partner partners whatever box we're in, it
Speaker 1: can just make it a very intimate moment, a very
Speaker 1: normal moment. Very intimate is what I'm looking for here.
Speaker 1: It's refreshing to see, and there are more and more
Speaker 1: doctors out there. Matter of fact, I've talked to mine
Speaker 1: about being in the community, just even for sexploried doves,
Speaker 1: going into chat rooms and letting people know that he
Speaker 1: is available for them to my cut. Queen admirer, how's
Speaker 1: being open about your dynamic in medical setting changed your
Speaker 1: relationship or self view? And to those of listening, have
Speaker 1: you ever felt empowered by sharing a personal truth in
Speaker 1: a professional space and what was out the outcome? I
Speaker 1: don't think I have. Well, I did my doctor's office.
Speaker 1: My doctor thought, you know, because when I would go
Speaker 1: around it was about a year ago. He wanted to
Speaker 1: do all my panels. He's like, well, I'm gonna test
Speaker 1: you for STDs and all this stuff, like, whoa why
Speaker 1: are we testing for STDs. He's like, well, you know
Speaker 1: you're playing. I went no, I'm not. No, I when
Speaker 1: I go it's for the professional capacity, not for play.
Speaker 1: So yeah, dear Nikki, this one's been in my head.
Speaker 1: So it's confession time, straight from the filthiest corner of
Speaker 1: my brain. I've got this recurrent fantasy that hits me
Speaker 1: every time I walk into a doctor's office. The sterile smell,
Speaker 1: the crinkle of paper on the exam table, the way
Speaker 1: the fluorescent lights make everything feel clinical enough to twist
Speaker 1: into something deliciously wrong. I keep imagining a doctor who's
Speaker 1: just not competent, like he's hung, like impressively unfairly hung, thick, heavy,
Speaker 1: the kind that makes you do a double take when
Speaker 1: he hands zips For the exam. He'd have me stripped down,
Speaker 1: hop on the table, knees and the stirrups as exposed
Speaker 1: and already clenching in anticipation. Just a routine prostate jack,
Speaker 1: he'd say in that calm, professional voice, but his eyes
Speaker 1: would dark with intent. No glove, no low bottle in sight,
Speaker 1: just him slicking up that fat cock with a little
Speaker 1: spit and pressing the head right against my whole. Relax.
Speaker 1: This is for your health, he murmured, pushing in slow
Speaker 1: at first, stretching me open, ench by ench until I'm gasping,
Speaker 1: gripping the edges of the table. Then he'd start thrusting deep,
Speaker 1: deliberate strokes aimed right at my prostate, heading the spot
Speaker 1: over and over until my cock sleeping, throbbing and begging.
Speaker 1: He kept keeps going, pounding harder, telling me to hold
Speaker 1: still while he collects the sample. I'd be moaning, shaking,
Speaker 1: trying not to come too fast, but he wouldn't let up,
Speaker 1: relentless clinical rhythm until I can't hold back. I'd shoot
Speaker 1: hard into the little plastic cup he's holding under me
Speaker 1: ropes that cumbs, splattering to the side while he keeps
Speaker 1: fucking me through it, milking every last drop. And that's
Speaker 1: not even the best part. Before we're done, he'd pull out,
Speaker 1: still rock hard and glistening, and step up to my
Speaker 1: face and say, now and wide, we need detect your
Speaker 1: temperature the old fashioned way, and I'd taken my mouth
Speaker 1: like it's the most natural thing in the world, sucking
Speaker 1: slow deep, letting him slide down my throat while he
Speaker 1: rests two fingers on my pulse like he's timing it
Speaker 1: fever's rising. He'd tease fucking my face until he decides
Speaker 1: I've had enough treatment God, and don't get me started
Speaker 1: on the dentist version, climbed all the way back in
Speaker 1: that chair, mouth open for exam. He'd slide his cock
Speaker 1: past my lips instead of the mirror and probe, telling
Speaker 1: me to swish and rents with this piss afterward, warm
Speaker 1: salty filling my mouth while he strokes my hair, calling
Speaker 1: me a good patient, the suction tool buzzing nearby, overhead
Speaker 1: light blinding the whole set up, screaming power imbalance in
Speaker 1: the honest way, doctor, just do things to me, Nikki
Speaker 1: all that equipment, all those sterile surfaces begging to be defiled.
Speaker 1: I walk out of every appointment half ard and daydreaming
Speaker 1: about the next procedure. If you ever feel like playing doctor,
Speaker 1: I'd let you use whatever tools you've got. No insurance required.
Speaker 1: Just say the word and I'll be your little eager patient,
Speaker 1: ready for a very thorough checkup. You're anonymous patient. Sorry.
Speaker 1: I think if we went and had the funny one
Speaker 1: I went into laughed at the no insurance required. Oh
Speaker 1: Darcy did one good. I have to talk to him
Speaker 1: about that in the morning. Okay, So reading these doctor ones,
Speaker 1: I I do. Okay, So about five year or fives
Speaker 1: years ago, I went for an exam and I think
Speaker 1: I've told this story on my show a couple of times.
Speaker 1: And I remember checking out the obgun and she was
Speaker 1: telling me. She was like, your pelic floor is way
Speaker 1: too tight. It's strangling my fingers. She's like, I can
Speaker 1: only imagine what it's doing to the person you're with.
Speaker 1: And I kind of laughed at that. She goes, so
Speaker 1: we're sending you to She goes, send you to pelvic
Speaker 1: floor therapy, and I thought, what def is that? And
Speaker 1: she told me says, what they're going to do is
Speaker 1: insert two fingers and stretch your walls. And I said,
Speaker 1: you're sending me to masturbation therapy, and she died laughing.
Speaker 1: So I say that to get to this once, I
Speaker 1: got to quote unquote masturbation therapy. And by the way,
Speaker 1: I told the whole check out they were she was
Speaker 1: sending me to masturbation therapy. So I don't think they
Speaker 1: can technically call it that, but that's what I called it.
Speaker 1: The woman I wouldn't even attracted to her, But I
Speaker 1: tell you, I don't think she was stretching me stretching me.
Speaker 1: I think she was stretching I didn't have an orgasm.
Speaker 1: But that's the closest thing that I do have to
Speaker 1: a doctor patient story. I'mna stick to it. So, my
Speaker 1: filthy anonymous patient, does this stem from a real doctor
Speaker 1: visit or is it all in the imagination? And what
Speaker 1: other professional rules do you fuel your daydreams? And for
Speaker 1: those that are listening, what is your go to forbidden
Speaker 1: fantasy involving authority figures or anybody else and why does
Speaker 1: it turn you on? I don't know if I have
Speaker 1: one for an authority figure, I don't think. I mean,
Speaker 1: I mean, I've played Vicar and Daddy. I've said those
Speaker 1: that's dirty talk. So yeah, as much as I control
Speaker 1: my world doing this, I am a total submissive and bad.
Speaker 1: I need one that's gonna throw me around, you know.
Speaker 1: I'm like just I don't mind, you know, dropping to
Speaker 1: my knees and crawling to him. And I've done this
Speaker 1: while he's reading his magazine in the sun, you know,
Speaker 1: And I croll over and center's a robe and I
Speaker 1: pop him out. Yeah, women in uniform, police, military, that's
Speaker 1: a good one. I don't mind a good man in
Speaker 1: a uniform at all. I would love to undress a
Speaker 1: good hung man or a man anyway in uniform, definitely,
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, I just moved to a new town and
Speaker 1: made it a point to find a gay doctor, someone
Speaker 1: I could be completely open with about my real stuff,
Speaker 1: my sexual risk, to open thropple that I'm in with
Speaker 1: my two boyfriends, even the year's long history with my
Speaker 1: brother that shaped a lot of who I am sexually.
Speaker 1: No filters, no awkward hedging. Two other details that set
Speaker 1: the stage. I never wear underwear. Freedom and exhibitionists plus thrill,
Speaker 1: and my nipples are insanely sensitive, like barely touch, and
Speaker 1: I'm done sensitive. Yesterday was my first full exam with him.
Speaker 1: I'm waiting in the exam room, shorts riding up high
Speaker 1: enough that my package is cupt perfectly, the outline of
Speaker 1: my cut cock clearly visible through the thin fabric. Their
Speaker 1: nurse does her pliminnemonaries, gees and leaves. A minute later,
Speaker 1: he walks in mid thirties maybe early forties, tops fit
Speaker 1: with a real guy way, not porn star sculpted, but
Speaker 1: a tract of his hell. The very first thing he does,
Speaker 1: his eyes drops straight to my bulge. They widen for
Speaker 1: a split second before he catches himself and introduces himself
Speaker 1: with a professional smile. But the damage is done and
Speaker 1: I'm already buzzing. He starts the history questions, casual and thorough,
Speaker 1: his gaze keeps drifting back to my crotch. I'm an
Speaker 1: exhibitionist through and through, so every stolen glance makes me thicken.
Speaker 1: But the time he asks about sexual frequency in partners,
Speaker 1: my cock is noticeably straining the fabric. I tell him straight.
Speaker 1: Two boy friends. We regularly bring in others, especially couples
Speaker 1: where one loves to watch me fuck their partner plus
Speaker 1: sniffy hookups. When I travel for work last six this morning,
Speaker 1: when one of my boyfriends his eyes slick down again.
Speaker 1: He has me hop on the exam table, and when
Speaker 1: I stand, the shorts no longer restrict me. My cock
Speaker 1: stretches out along the leg hole fully outlined. I feel
Speaker 1: a hot spurt of precumb shoot out. Sure enough, a
Speaker 1: dark wet spot blooms on the fabric. He looks, and
Speaker 1: I swear I catch the tiniest smirk. Shirt comes off unprompted.
Speaker 1: When he pulls out the stethoscope. He listens to my lungs,
Speaker 1: one hand on my back, the other pressing the cold
Speaker 1: metal to my bare chest. After a couple spots, he
Speaker 1: accidentally clips one of the nipples with the edge. The
Speaker 1: shock of cold sends a lightning bolt straight to my cock.
Speaker 1: It throbs visibly, the wet spot spreading. He moves across
Speaker 1: to the other side, positions the stethoscope to his thumb
Speaker 1: rest directly over my other nipple. Then the slowest, most
Speaker 1: deliberate rub just his thumb circling pressing my cock jumps hard.
Speaker 1: I swallow a moan. His other hand slides up from
Speaker 1: my back to gently grip the back of my neck, firm, possessive.
Speaker 1: I let a soft, needy sound testing. That's all it takes.
Speaker 1: He gets bolder, massaging, flicking, tugging my nipple while his
Speaker 1: thumb keeps working the other. I'm moaning quietly. Office walls
Speaker 1: are thin, body trembling, cock leaking through my shorts and
Speaker 1: thick pulses. I close my eyes, focus on the pleasure
Speaker 1: radiating for my tress chest straight down and fuck, I
Speaker 1: come hard. A big wet load shoots through the fabric,
Speaker 1: splattering on the footrest below. Figure that's it. We'll wrap up,
Speaker 1: but he clears his throat and says, calm as anything,
Speaker 1: given your sexual history, I still need to perform a
Speaker 1: penile exam. Shorts to my ankles. I lie back, cock
Speaker 1: still mostly hard, come leaking from the tip. He doesn't flinch,
Speaker 1: takes me in his hand and starts examining, stroking, inspecting,
Speaker 1: rubbing my own cumb along the shaft to slick it up, gently,
Speaker 1: rolling my balls, tugging lightly. It's obvious with seconds that
Speaker 1: this isn't a medical anymore. I close my eyes again
Speaker 1: and moan to let him know him all in my
Speaker 1: breathing turns ragged. He drops the act completely full on
Speaker 1: jerking now steady, imperfect. My hips buck off the table.
Speaker 1: A few more minutes and I'm unloading again, thick ropes
Speaker 1: across my abs and crotch. We finally clean up as
Speaker 1: much as possible. My shorts are lost tause. Heylinks and
Speaker 1: says goodbye. I left with the mess still warm against
Speaker 1: my skin, and scheduled my follow up for three months out.
Speaker 1: But I'm already plotting an excuse to need to see
Speaker 1: him sooner. Nikki I walked out of their feeling seen
Speaker 1: desired in the filthiest best way. Turns out, the right
Speaker 1: doctor can make a routine physical feel like the dirtiest
Speaker 1: moorplay imaginable. If you ever need a referral for a
Speaker 1: thorough checkup, I've got the guy. Or maybe you'd just
Speaker 1: rather come over and examine me yourself. I promise my
Speaker 1: nips are extra sensitive today. Wow, your commando exhibitionist patient. Wow.
Speaker 1: I'm gonna go with the doctor to saying, Mars, do
Speaker 1: we need to make an appointment? I my regular practitioner.
Speaker 1: He's I thought he was in my twenties. I thought, God,
Speaker 1: he's attractive. But I ain't not a hit on him.
Speaker 1: And then I found out my last visit he's like
Speaker 1: two years younger than me, and I went, oh, well,
Speaker 1: then it's you know, he doesn't have like the gray
Speaker 1: fox going on yet. But I mean it made me go, oh, well, no,
Speaker 1: wonder you don't mind me touching me when I have
Speaker 1: an anxiety attack in your office? You know? Okay, commando exhibitionist,
Speaker 1: How did you feel walking out with that secret empowered,
Speaker 1: risky or both? And those of who are listening, have
Speaker 1: you ever experienced or fantasized about a medical encounter turning
Speaker 1: flirtatious or more and what crossed the line for you?
Speaker 1: I don't think I've ever gone in with the expectation
Speaker 1: of it turning into something, but I mean i'ment oh
Speaker 1: so I see him at the end of April. I'm
Speaker 1: not going to turn it into anything, but it is nice.
Speaker 1: Oh every once in a while, candy is never a
Speaker 1: bad thing. Chapter two. I think Jimmy types like I do.
Speaker 1: He like it has to be like a whole thought,
Speaker 1: and I like that he did you worry to get excited,
Speaker 1: and he was a very good looking, good looking man.
Speaker 1: I'm guessing I was laughing as he told my husband,
Speaker 1: you don't want to get touched by these hands. It
Speaker 1: was like slow motion. I can see you. I'd be like, uh,
Speaker 1: I'd be like probably kind of raise my finger like
Speaker 1: I do. I'm a me. It's me. I'm the problem,
Speaker 1: right he no, refly for you. Holy mad No, No,
Speaker 1: I'm not either, Jimmy, You're You're completely I'm not. Please,
Speaker 1: don't take that too personal. I'm I just you do
Speaker 1: type like I do. I I try to type and
Speaker 1: I can't do like these people like even beat me
Speaker 1: in typing, So I'm slow. Like you, don't worry about it,
Speaker 1: especially on my phone. I swear those buttons get tinier
Speaker 1: and tiner every year. Dear Nikki, this one's pretty tame
Speaker 1: compared to some of my wild stuff I've spilled to you,
Speaker 1: but it stuck with me for the years and is
Speaker 1: one of the hottest, most unintentional cfn M clothed female
Speaker 1: naked male moments I've ever talked about in real life.
Speaker 1: A while back, I worked at a company where a
Speaker 1: bunch of us had access to company vehicles, not all
Speaker 1: CDL drivers, but the insurance rules were the same for
Speaker 1: everyone on the driver's list. That meant we all had
Speaker 1: to do these periodic medical checkups at the same workers
Speaker 1: comp clinic nearby. Everyone gribed about it, the weight, the hassle,
Speaker 1: the awkwardness, standard complaints AMA's cookie cutter. For all of us.
Speaker 1: You get called back. Strip completely in a little room,
Speaker 1: slip into those ridiculous paper thin shorts and the matching
Speaker 1: paper shirt, the kind that's basically tissue paper, and wait
Speaker 1: for the doctor. She comes in, asks the usual questions,
Speaker 1: takes a pulse, heart sounds, Then as you stand up
Speaker 1: for mobility stuff bends, stretches, few squats. Final step is
Speaker 1: the classic hernia check. Pull the shorts down just enough
Speaker 1: for quick gloved hand pressure near the goods, turn your
Speaker 1: head and cough. Done. Shorts never fully off, barely any
Speaker 1: real exposure over in seconds. So one day a few
Speaker 1: of us are bitching in the break room about having
Speaker 1: to do it again, and this new guy, twenty five fit,
Speaker 1: good looking, total bro type, pipes up and says, man,
Speaker 1: that was the weirdest exam I've ever had. We're alike,
Speaker 1: weird how it's the same boring crap for everyone. He
Speaker 1: looks genuinely thrown. It was just odd standing there naked
Speaker 1: in front of an older lady doctor the whole time, naked,
Speaker 1: the whole time. We all freeze. Wait, what do you
Speaker 1: mean naked? We barely dropped for two seconds, he blinks. No.
Speaker 1: She had me take off the paper clothes right when
Speaker 1: she came in, like completely disrobed. I didn't put anything
Speaker 1: back on until the very end. We were stunned. He
Speaker 1: keeps going casual as hell. She asked all the history
Speaker 1: questions while he stood there, bare ass naked, checked vital's dust,
Speaker 1: the coope on the chest, back everywhere, made him do
Speaker 1: the bends, stretches, squats, all of it, fully exposed cock
Speaker 1: and balls just hanging out in the air open. Then
Speaker 1: the hernia check, of course, but by then it was
Speaker 1: basically the least awkward part, because he'd already been naked
Speaker 1: for fifteen minutes. We pressured, we pressed for more details,
Speaker 1: but he just shrugged. Said it felt weird, but it
Speaker 1: figured that was how they did things for guys or something.
Speaker 1: No one else had ever experienced that. Not a single
Speaker 1: other employee, male or female, got told to strip fully
Speaker 1: at the start and stay that way. Just him. I'm
Speaker 1: convinced to this day the doctor did it on purpose
Speaker 1: mid forties, maybe older professionals hell on paper, but she
Speaker 1: saw this young, built, twenty five year old walk in
Speaker 1: and decided she wanted to enjoy the full view as
Speaker 1: long as the exam allowed. Kept him naked through every
Speaker 1: single step, dragging it out just enough to make it
Speaker 1: feel thorough. No extra test, no medical justification, just him
Speaker 1: standing there, exposed while she went out about her routine
Speaker 1: like it was nothing. The thought of it still gets
Speaker 1: me every time, him clueless following extractions, thinking it's the
Speaker 1: standard procedure, while she quietly savoring every second of having
Speaker 1: the young fit guy comempletely bare in her exam room.
Speaker 1: The cfn M is the most mundane real life setting
Speaker 1: imaginal power and balance, subtle lawyerism, zero consent drama because
Speaker 1: he didn't even realize he was the exception, Nikki. Sometimes
Speaker 1: it's the tamest stories are the ones that burn the
Speaker 1: hottest because they actually happened. Makes me wonder what else
Speaker 1: got on behind those clinic doors when no one's comparing notes.
Speaker 1: If you ever find yourself needing a thorough exam exam,
Speaker 1: let me know your anonymous cfn M daydream. But isn't
Speaker 1: that clothed female naked, yeah, clothed female naked male? So
Speaker 1: why would he be given me an exam if he's naked?
Speaker 1: Well near mind Nut's kind of answers the question. Uh,
Speaker 1: you know, Mars, you didn't even have to type that.
Speaker 1: I almost suggested, Mars, this is you right here, Mars,
Speaker 1: did you answer the LinkedIn ad that was out there?
Speaker 1: I didn't. This was more cute and funny than I
Speaker 1: can picture some people going, what you didn't get that either?
Speaker 1: You know? And do you think the doctor got away
Speaker 1: with the similar thorough exams often? I do. I think
Speaker 1: she did. And I'm wondering if she's older than her forties,
Speaker 1: like maybe fifties, and she probably I don't know. I
Speaker 1: don't know, Jimmy, because it wasn't really I mean, was
Speaker 1: there consent there? No? I mean she's doing an exam. Yeah.
Speaker 1: It's funny and scary. Yeah, but the way the story
Speaker 1: was told, it was just so nonchalant. There was no
Speaker 1: harm done, just you know, I mean, I wouldn't have
Speaker 1: batted an eye on it, you know, as someone you know.
Speaker 1: I don't know, and I hate to see this trope.
Speaker 1: It may be different for guys because guys are like, eh,
Speaker 1: but women are like, you know, I wouldn't like it done.
Speaker 1: But but then in my head, Mars, you and I
Speaker 1: have to agree that we're going yep, i'd have done
Speaker 1: the same thing. Do I think he probably or she
Speaker 1: crossed the line professionally, possibly, But it doesn't sound like
Speaker 1: that she went the extra step. I mean she just
Speaker 1: had him naked. I mean we only presume half the story,
Speaker 1: you know, being in a I grew up, I around
Speaker 1: the locker room. I competed in swimming from the age
Speaker 1: of seven all the way till I was eighteen. So
Speaker 1: not that I dressed in front of man or undressed
Speaker 1: in front of men. But for some reason, I you know,
Speaker 1: it doesn't bother me, especially for you know, the doctor doctors.
Speaker 1: I'll step bother him, Like, no, you don't like, yeah,
Speaker 1: we do. I'm like, it just doesn't bother me. Maybe
Speaker 1: I need to be more cautious on it. I'm like, Okay,
Speaker 1: I'm just gonna take off my pants and Banni's right here,
Speaker 1: and you can go to town on me. Literally, she's old.
Speaker 1: Maybe forgot to tell him to get dressed. I don't know.
Speaker 1: Maybe maybe let's put a pause to spin on this, Mars.
Speaker 1: Maybe they ran out of, you know, the paper shirts
Speaker 1: and tops. We're gonna just pretend that we're that's the
Speaker 1: that's the excuse. I'm sticking to it. That's true. They're
Speaker 1: professional to across there, but she didn't touch him inappropriately,
Speaker 1: So I'm gonna assume, because I like to find the
Speaker 1: silver lining and everything, that they were just out of
Speaker 1: the the paper stuff, or maybe they didn't have any
Speaker 1: of his size. Who knows a thorough exam Dear Nikki,
Speaker 1: I've been carrying this around for way too long, and
Speaker 1: I just need to get it out before I explode.
Speaker 1: Hang On, I didn't really read this one, someone said
Speaker 1: to me late, and I'm like, oh crap, oh never mind.
Speaker 1: I didn't even finish. I just said I need to
Speaker 1: confess something, and then it doesn't. I've refreshed my screen
Speaker 1: and it's not worth We'll have to work on that
Speaker 1: one later. Okay. From the medical school hookups to fantasy
Speaker 1: procedures to real life thrills, these confessions show us the
Speaker 1: allure of medical settings, the mix of vulnerability, power, and
Speaker 1: to taboo Spark's intense desire. From the first story, we
Speaker 1: learned that professional practice can ignite unexpected passion, teaching us
Speaker 1: to embrace those simmering tensions. The second reminds us that
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Speaker 1: of openness and relationships, showing us how honesty fosters intimacy
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Speaker 1: illustrates how exhibitionism and chemistry can turn routine into erotic adventure,
Speaker 1: emphasizing consent and mutual vibes. Finally, the six underscores a
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Speaker 1: When am I? You weren't here, But it's not food.
Speaker 1: Any last minute gifts four three, two one last minute guests. Everybody,
Speaker 1: I was thinking that wooden thing they put in your mouth,
Speaker 1: that doctors checked, the tongue press or popsicle stick, you know,
Speaker 1: every time I read. When I was reading these and
Speaker 1: they say I want to check, or like anytime a
Speaker 1: medical one comes in as the one check or timbers
Speaker 1: or the old way. I always think, since you know
Speaker 1: I'm in my late forties, I always think the the
Speaker 1: I gotta say thermostat, but that's not the word. I'm
Speaker 1: looking for the thing up your ass, not like I
Speaker 1: guess old school now because they do across your head
Speaker 1: would be the mouth. But I'm showing my age because
Speaker 1: I was like, really is this gonna rettle? Oh? I didn't.
Speaker 1: I forgot about that one? Or like if you had
Speaker 1: to take it in school, they put those those uh
Speaker 1: razor blade plastic things over the thermometer and stick it
Speaker 1: in your mouth. It's like, let's give a paper cup
Speaker 1: under that tongue. Totally forgot about the armpit. Yeah wow.
Speaker 1: And until the next delicious secret lands in my inbox,
Speaker 1: Breathe deep, touch slow, and always ask for what makes
Speaker 1: you tremble. This is sneaky signing out what dreams, darlings,