Notes of a Male Gynecologist (Adult Novel of Experience Stories)

I am a male gynecologist. As a doctor, I am competent; as a man, I am lucky. My daily job is to deal with women's most private parts. Work is about enjoyment, and not every man has this opportunity.

As a gynecologist for a long time, I have come into contact with many women's genitals. The impulse I felt at the beginning when I saw women's genitals is no longer there. Only beautiful and fashionably dressed women can arouse my interest. Frankly speaking, I don't have any good feelings towards women. They are selfish, stingy, arrogant and vulgar.

I didn't want to be a gynecologist, but the hospital assigned me to do it and I had to do it in order to survive. But I soon discovered that this job had a lot to offer me. I was born in a poor family. Although I studied and worked very hard, I suffered discrimination and insults since I was a child. I was not given the dignity that I deserved as a human being. This situation was even more serious when it came to women.

But now things have changed, as a doctor, I am now the boss over those women. No matter how arrogant and beautiful they are in normal times, when they take off their pants, spread their legs as wide as possible in front of me, and let my fingers freely move in and out of the depths of their vaginas, their arrogance is long gone, and they are like a toy in my hands - a bitch.

Although I hate women, strangely enough, those women who are arrogant, vulgar, and bring me discrimination and insults are extremely attractive to me. I think this may be due to the following reasons: educated women are often not feminine; while arrogant and vulgar women are sexy and attractive, making people want to possess them. These women never take me seriously, so the rebellious psychology makes me want to possess them even more.

The hospital I work in is the largest one in the area, and everyone wants to squeeze in to see a doctor when they are sick. Being a doctor is a popular job and patients are almost obedient to their doctors.

One day, most of the doctors in our department went to other hospitals for a meeting, and I was the only one in the outpatient clinic. Not long after work in the morning, a young woman came to see a doctor. The medical record says he is 25 years old and married. I asked about the situation and found out that she came to see a doctor because of dysmenorrhea. After she explained the details, I knew how to treat the disease, but I didn't want to miss this great opportunity to enjoy myself.

She was wearing a tight black leather miniskirt and black stockings today. Because she was sitting, the skirt covered less area than when she was standing, and the base of her stockings was exposed, making her look extremely sexy; her butt was so big that the already small tight skirt was almost bursting; she was wearing a white, translucent shirt, which was very common nowadays, and her plump breasts could be vaguely seen inside; her breasts were very firm, and from their shape it could be determined that they were not covered by a sponge bra, because if a sponge bra was used, although the appearance would also be firm, it would give people the feeling of being round (a sponge bra can only be made like this), rather than like hers, which was pointed on the outside and wide on the inside, like a cone. Her thighs are plump and her belly is slightly round and protruding under the leather skirt, which makes people imagine a lot.

She wore a sexy make-up with dark eyeshadow and thick red lipstick. In short, she exudes the maturity and sexiness that is unique to a young woman. When I thought that in a while she would reluctantly but helplessly take off her pants and let me play with her most precious place, my heart started beating faster and I couldn't control myself.

I have been interested in women of this age group since I was a child. According to my experience, judging from the way she dresses, her clothes, her speech and behavior, she is not a prostitute, nor is she the kind of woman who is promiscuous. She should be the kind of woman who does not have a high level of education, loves to dress up, likes to wear good clothes, is quite powerful, tries her best to please rich people and superiors, looks down on the poor, wants to find a husband with good conditions while she is young and beautiful, but does not want to mess around and be a prostitute or a mistress.

God-given opportunity, this kind of woman is just my taste. You have to know that as a gynecologist who has seen many female genitals, a prostitute and a casual woman who can calmly take off her pants, lie down on the gynecological examination bed skillfully without blushing or having her heart beat fast, and constantly teasing you with her eyes, this situation is not attractive to me.

I said to her in an imperative tone: "You need to have a gynecological examination."

My tone left her no room for hesitation. I could tell she was very unhappy, but she still followed me into the gynecological examination room reluctantly.

I ordered again: "Take off your outer pants and underwear, lie on the examination bed, put your legs on the support and spread them as wide as possible, and tidy up your pubic hair so that it does not block your vaginal opening. I want to examine your vagina and uterus."

After saying this, I started to get excited. The most exciting scene was about to begin. The charming young woman in front of me was about to show me the most mysterious part of a woman in an unkind but helpless way. You know, except her husband, no one else has this opportunity! I wonder what her husband would think? The thought of this made me even more excited. It was more exciting than seeing a virgin. This is my hobby. I wonder if there are other friends who have the same hobby as me?

I saw her slowly reaching her hand behind her waist to unbutton her skirt, then unzip it and take off her skirt. She was wearing a very ordinary pair of underwear, the common red kind with white edges on both sides of the trouser legs. Although not fashionable, it gave people a very warm feeling and made her look more sexy. Maybe because of frequent washing, the trouser legs are very loose, and the cloth in the crotch has shrunk together, becoming very narrow, and a few tufts of pubic hair are exposed. The graceful curve of the whole leg was obvious to me. The thighs were very plump, and the elastic band of the stockings was deeply embedded in the flesh, making her look very fleshy.

She looked up and glanced at me slightly. Seeing that I was looking at her, she quickly lowered her head in shame. After hesitating for a moment, she finally took off her panties.

Her lower body was now naked, and the unique shyness of a woman made her instinctively clamp her legs together, but I knew that this was her last futile resistance. At my urging, she sat on the examination bed, reached her hand into her crotch, lifted and tidied the pubic hair covering her vaginal opening, then put her legs on the support, lay down, and spread her legs as wide as possible. I pulled her shirt up above her belly button, revealing her plump belly.

Facing a woman who was just neatly dressed and wrapped in sexy clothes that aroused endless associations, but now has her lower body naked, a sense of happiness arises spontaneously. Although the doctor is examining the patient, according to the theory that "sexual intercourse occurs as long as a man's fingers touch a woman's genitals" (the legal standard for determining rape cases is based on this), as a male gynecologist, he has the conditions and privilege to have sexual intercourse with every female patient.

Looking at her plump, sexy and completely exposed lower body, I felt that she was like a lamb to be slaughtered by me, and a lust-satisfaction machine that had offered her body and genitals and was waiting for the emperor to come. I put on my rubber gloves, applied some lube, and prepared to start enjoying myself.

Her pubic hair is very thick and her vaginal opening is slightly open, which are typical vulva features of a young woman who has just started her sexual life. The anus is very tender and pink all around. In order to increase my own sexual desire, I was going to ask some questions that sounded like diagnostics, but were actually for the pleasure of having her take off her pants and having to answer many private and very embarrassing questions.

I asked, "Your labia is a little red and swollen. Did you have sex with your husband yesterday?"

She replied very shyly, "Yes."

I asked again, "How often do you have sex on average?"

She closed her eyes and looked extremely shy. At this moment, she opened her legs as wide as possible, exposing the most mysterious part of a woman to a male doctor, and at the same time had to answer such embarrassing questions. But for the sake of treatment, she could only answer the question: "On average, once every two days."

I pretended to say, "This is too much."

She replied: "I can't help it. My husband is very demanding."

I said, "You can't do that. It will damage your vagina."

I thought I had asked enough questions, so I inserted two fingers of my right hand into her vagina, moving them in and out, while the fingers of my right hand gently stroked her clitoris. As a doctor with extensive medical knowledge, I know how to make a woman reach orgasm, but of course I don't want to do a good deed.

After a while, her vagina began to secrete vaginal fluid, her legs began to tremble slightly, and she began to moan constantly.

Looking at her breasts bulging high under the black bra in her white translucent shirt, her fair and slightly bulging belly, the black pubic hair between her legs, her plump buttocks, and her legs wrapped in black stockings, I couldn't help but exclaim, "So cool! So tasty! She is truly a woman among women."

Then I inserted my fingers deeper and stroked her cervix. She moaned even louder, her whole body began to tremble, and her face became more beautiful than when I came. Looking at her from head to toe, she was such a happy and heartwarming scene.

This went on for about 5 minutes, and I thought it was about time, so I took my finger out, took a cotton swab, dipped it in some of her vaginal fluid, smelled it, and said, "There's no odor, it shouldn't be an orgasm." Then I held the cotton swab to her nose and let her smell it herself. ha! ha! What kind of feeling should she be feeling at this moment?

Then I said to her, "Take off your stockings and the clothes above. I want to check it carefully."

After hearing what I said, she hesitated and asked, "Isn't this a gynecological examination?"

I replied, "Since it doesn't seem to be caused by an infection, it could be an endocrine disorder, so we need to check the skin and breasts."

Listen to me. She obediently got off the examination bed and began to take off her socks. Stand on one leg, support one leg on the bed, and slowly take off your socks with your hands. The action of taking off socks, the naked lower body, the beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, the big white buttocks, and the sexy bunch of pubic hair, all show that she is my plaything at this moment. No matter how arrogant a woman is, once she falls into my hands, she will become a sexy bitch that I can play with at will.

The stockings were taken off quickly, and she lowered her head to start taking off her shirt. When the shirt was taken off, her black bra was exposed, so firm and plump. The bra was finally taken off, and the two firm breasts were exposed in front of me without any cover. They were white, tender and big. Now she was really naked.

The plump body exudes an alluring luster and sweet scent, which makes my blood boil. I walked up to him, touched him without hesitation, and asked him in a pretentious manner: "Does it hurt? If so, it could be a lump."

She lowered her head and closed her eyes, too embarrassed to even answer.

I began to caress her nipples again, and soon, blushes appeared on her breasts, her nipples began to swell, and her breasts became firmer. Her breathing became heavier, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. I seized the opportunity and squeezed her breasts and shook them back and forth, which really satisfied me.

A lot of time had passed and I thought it was about time, so I started to examine her legs. I started from her thighs and moved all the way down to her feet, playing with those delicate feet. What beautiful feet, so round and smooth, this woman is a treasure from head to toe.

After playing for most of the day, I was a little tired, so I said to her: "Okay, you can put on your pants now."

I slowly packed up my equipment and watched her put on her underwear, stockings, bra, shirt, skirt, and high heels in front of me. In a blink of an eye, the bitch who was naked and letting me play with her just now has regained the appearance of a beautiful, fashionable and arrogant trendy woman. If she walks on the street, men who are plainly dressed, have no money and no background may give her an insulting cold shoulder if they look at her.

People who don't know about her gynecological condition may feel inferior and unable to understand her pain, but they would never imagine that such a woman can be played around by a male gynecologist. Like many women, they are not very educated, love to dress up, love to wear nice clothes, are relatively powerful, try their best to please rich people and superiors, look down on the poor, want to find a husband with good conditions because of their youth and beauty, but don't want to mess around and be a prostitute or a mistress.

For many poor boys like me who were born in poverty, they are so sexy, beautiful, arrogant, and unattainable, which makes people feel the pain of being out of reach. But this kind of women has a characteristic, that is, when they see someone who can bring them some kind of benefit (including the benefit of medical treatment), their inherent lowliness will be exposed and they will submit to that person.

(After the examination, they ignored their shyness and asked for my name and working hours. They said that if they had any problems in the future, they would have to bother me again and asked me to take care of it. Their extremely pretentious tone was the best proof of this.) In fact, there is no essential difference between them and those prostitutes and women who sleep with almost everyone they know. They use their beauty to find a good husband and enjoy good material life. In fact, they are engaging in prostitution, except that prostitutes are doing retail and they are doing wholesale. If anything, it's just that it feels more exciting when we play with them. By doing this, they are simply reducing their labor intensity and increasing their own value.

(Compared with the ham sausage sold in the supermarket, the turtle is more attractive because the turtle is expensive and not usually available, so it is relatively precious. The same is true for women.) In fact, my previous view of women was the same as that of all poor boys, but my work made me change this view. The reason why I wrote about my experience is to tell the majority of poor boys like me that there is nothing great about those women who make us feel sexy, beautiful, arrogant, unattainable, and make us feel painfully out of reach. As long as you can make them feel that you can bring them some kind of benefits, you can make them take off their pants unwillingly but helplessly and spread their legs in front of you.

I have the same background as you, but through my own continuous efforts, I have finally gained the privilege of enjoying the life of a woman every day. I am a successful example. Instead of suffering in silence, work hard now, get results, and enjoy the women! Don't forget to write to me.