It’s not a long walk, and pretty soon he’s showing me into the office and locking the door behind us. That does it. Have to ask him about what’s going on and then decide quick if I need to get out. He leaves the quilt on his desk and suggests we go back to the exam room. That’s more than fine with me, and I follow him into a room with a padded table exactly like the one I had in mind. There’s a desk too, and it’s a struggle to decide whether I want to imagine being put over one or the other. Never got turned on by the thought of playing doctor before, but this man and this room have got me mostly hard from just looking. Not sure if I want him to notice or not.
I lean against the exam table when he smiles at me and asks me to show him again, pushing the hair back so he can see. Have to bend my head down because I’m just a bit taller than he is, and I imagine I look very submissive doing it. Let’s see if he likes that. And because he’s going to be able to tell in a minute, I say, “My head’s fine, doc, just scraped. Was looking for a way to get somewhere I could ask you why you’re looking at me like that, and where we could maybe do something about it.”
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Date: 2010-09-20 10:48 pm (UTC)I lean against the exam table when he smiles at me and asks me to show him again, pushing the hair back so he can see. Have to bend my head down because I’m just a bit taller than he is, and I imagine I look very submissive doing it. Let’s see if he likes that. And because he’s going to be able to tell in a minute, I say, “My head’s fine, doc, just scraped. Was looking for a way to get somewhere I could ask you why you’re looking at me like that, and where we could maybe do something about it.”