| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval | ISBN: | 1230000024493 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval | Publication: | November 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| ISBN: | 1230000024493 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| Publication: | November 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Timid, self-conscious Joanna has been burdened by hypochondria for years, which her therapist believes is her way of avoiding sex and intimacy. He prescribes a unique but extreme form of exposure therapy... Can Joanna overcome her anxiety and handle what the doctor's got in store? Warning: for adults only! Contains an anxious, nervous woman taking on three well-meaning, well-endowed male doctors. 6686 words.
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Excerpt:
"How do you feel?" Dr. Godwin asked.
"Fine..."
"If at any moment you feel uncomfortable or anxious, or you want to stop for any reason, just say so," he continued, and Joanna nodded. "However, all three of us believe this has the potential to do wonders for you, so we do recommend you try your best."
"Yeah, okay."
"All right." He looked at his two colleagues briefly, and then they all stood up. Joanna watched uncomfortably as they began to undress. She felt the lump in her throat grow. Her hands were trembling and her knees were weak. She wanted to flee but resisted the temptation. First their jackets came off, then the ties and slacks, each man folding his clothes into a neat pile. But when the shirts were off Joanna suddenly noticed how handsome the three were. All were in their mid-thirties or thereabouts, and they seemed keen to take good care of their bodies, as one would expect doctors to do. Rosenberg sported a nicely tanned chest with not a spot of hair to be found. Joanna knew him as the sophisticated kind, but the rectangular glasses, plaid button-up shirts and his ability to peer into her darkest and deepest places had apparently masked someone who fancied himself a bit of a stud.
Dr. Porter, too, her general physician, was good-looking in his own way. The short, shaggy auburn curls of his hair and the stubble on his face seemed almost improper for a respected doctor. With his nicely toned abs completing the look Joanna could picture him as a rugged outdoors man, working up a sweat as he chopped wood to bring back to the cabin and toss in the fireplace. Godwin completed the trio, a classically handsome man who oozed charm and charisma but always maintained a calm, relaxed demeanor. His deep blue eyes could pull you in like a whirlpool; Joanna knew exactly how much his patients fawned over him.
She felt herself becoming a little hot as they stood before her in nothing but their boxer shorts. Suddenly her panties felt oddly tight and firm between her legs. Dr. Godwin motioned at the gynecologist chair and Joanna got up, making her way to it apprehensively. She glanced at him.
"You'll need to take off all your clothes this time," he said.
Joanna turned her back on the men and began to undress, heart racing quicker than she knew was possible - abnormally quick, she thought. She could almost feel the three pairs of eyes burning on her back as she stripped for them. She slipped out of her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans, wriggling out uncomfortably in what she thought was a most unsexy fashion. Her blouse then came off, and Joanna noted with dismay the sweat dotting her skin. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, and finally removed her panties.
When she was completely nude, she climbed onto the chair, as she had done many times before for Dr. Godwin. She laid down and could feel the heat rush to her cheeks as the three men surveyed her nudity. If any salacious or otherwise unprofessional thoughts occupied their minds, though, they didn't show it, their faces remaining tenaciously stoic. Dr. Godwin stepped forward and adjusted the chair's height, lowering it down a touch. His hand brushed Joanna's inner thigh, then drifted to her slit. Joanna's breath hitched as his fingers found her opening.
"I'm feeling kind of hot," she suddenly said. "Like you've cranked up the heat in here."
"It's all right."
"I feel like I'm going to faint!"
Godwin stopped, his finger poised delicately right at Joanna's entrance. Joanna looked down. Her heart was racing and she was flushed. The drops of sweat streamed down her body as her chest heaved up and down with every deep breath, and she swallowed hard, noticing the visible bulge in the doctor's boxers: he was already ready. She felt more heat rush to her loins.
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Timid, self-conscious Joanna has been burdened by hypochondria for years, which her therapist believes is her way of avoiding sex and intimacy. He prescribes a unique but extreme form of exposure therapy... Can Joanna overcome her anxiety and handle what the doctor's got in store? Warning: for adults only! Contains an anxious, nervous woman taking on three well-meaning, well-endowed male doctors. 6686 words.
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Excerpt:
"How do you feel?" Dr. Godwin asked.
"Fine..."
"If at any moment you feel uncomfortable or anxious, or you want to stop for any reason, just say so," he continued, and Joanna nodded. "However, all three of us believe this has the potential to do wonders for you, so we do recommend you try your best."
"Yeah, okay."
"All right." He looked at his two colleagues briefly, and then they all stood up. Joanna watched uncomfortably as they began to undress. She felt the lump in her throat grow. Her hands were trembling and her knees were weak. She wanted to flee but resisted the temptation. First their jackets came off, then the ties and slacks, each man folding his clothes into a neat pile. But when the shirts were off Joanna suddenly noticed how handsome the three were. All were in their mid-thirties or thereabouts, and they seemed keen to take good care of their bodies, as one would expect doctors to do. Rosenberg sported a nicely tanned chest with not a spot of hair to be found. Joanna knew him as the sophisticated kind, but the rectangular glasses, plaid button-up shirts and his ability to peer into her darkest and deepest places had apparently masked someone who fancied himself a bit of a stud.
Dr. Porter, too, her general physician, was good-looking in his own way. The short, shaggy auburn curls of his hair and the stubble on his face seemed almost improper for a respected doctor. With his nicely toned abs completing the look Joanna could picture him as a rugged outdoors man, working up a sweat as he chopped wood to bring back to the cabin and toss in the fireplace. Godwin completed the trio, a classically handsome man who oozed charm and charisma but always maintained a calm, relaxed demeanor. His deep blue eyes could pull you in like a whirlpool; Joanna knew exactly how much his patients fawned over him.
She felt herself becoming a little hot as they stood before her in nothing but their boxer shorts. Suddenly her panties felt oddly tight and firm between her legs. Dr. Godwin motioned at the gynecologist chair and Joanna got up, making her way to it apprehensively. She glanced at him.
"You'll need to take off all your clothes this time," he said.
Joanna turned her back on the men and began to undress, heart racing quicker than she knew was possible - abnormally quick, she thought. She could almost feel the three pairs of eyes burning on her back as she stripped for them. She slipped out of her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans, wriggling out uncomfortably in what she thought was a most unsexy fashion. Her blouse then came off, and Joanna noted with dismay the sweat dotting her skin. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, and finally removed her panties.
When she was completely nude, she climbed onto the chair, as she had done many times before for Dr. Godwin. She laid down and could feel the heat rush to her cheeks as the three men surveyed her nudity. If any salacious or otherwise unprofessional thoughts occupied their minds, though, they didn't show it, their faces remaining tenaciously stoic. Dr. Godwin stepped forward and adjusted the chair's height, lowering it down a touch. His hand brushed Joanna's inner thigh, then drifted to her slit. Joanna's breath hitched as his fingers found her opening.
"I'm feeling kind of hot," she suddenly said. "Like you've cranked up the heat in here."
"It's all right."
"I feel like I'm going to faint!"
Godwin stopped, his finger poised delicately right at Joanna's entrance. Joanna looked down. Her heart was racing and she was flushed. The drops of sweat streamed down her body as her chest heaved up and down with every deep breath, and she swallowed hard, noticing the visible bulge in the doctor's boxers: he was already ready. She felt more heat rush to her loins.
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