TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 47

STORY 8: MY GYNO IS HOT!

NORA

I sat on my bed, the glow of the laptop screen lighting up my face. My fingers moved over the keyboard, searching for something I wasn’t even sure I should be looking for.

A gynecologist.

The thing is, I didn’t have a medical problem. Not really. What I had was an ache–a deep, lonely hunger that made my skin itch. I wanted to be touched. I wanted someone professional, someone who knew

exactly how the body worked, to put their hands on me.

And a gynecologist would be the perfect person.

As I scrolled, looking for the perfect face and fit, I saw him. Dr. Kaelen. His profile picture showed a man in his thirties with sharp, dark eyes and a jawline that could cut glass. He looked cold. He looked like he didn’t tolerate nonsense.

“Perfect,” I whispered to myself. It was exactly what I wanted.

Instantly, I booked the appointment.

The day of the exam came and I spent an hour in the bathroom. I shaved everything. I wanted to be smooth, clean, and ready. I wanted him to see every single inch of me without any distractions.

When I arrived at the clinic, I was led into a small room and told to change into a thin paper gown. A few minutes later, Kaelen walked in. He was taller in person, more handsome, and of course, hot.

“Miss Nora,” he said, looking at his clipboard. “What seems to be the trouble? My notes say you are experiencing some… discomfort?”

I looked at him, trying to keep my voice steady. “Yes, Doctor. It’s hard to explain. I feel like something is wrong with me.” 1

He furrowed his brow. “Okay, can you explain?”

I slumped, looking defeated. “Doctor…” I started, my voice small and pathetic. “Like there’s a bulge… right on my clit. It feels swollen and sensitive all the time.”

Kaelen frowned, his eyes scanning my face. Then: “Umm… it’s a clitoris, Miss. But then, a bulge is quite unusual. Most of the time, that’s just a change in blood flow or hormones. It’s likely nothing. It’s normal

for that area to feel sensitive sometimes.”

“No,” I said, leaning forward. “It’s not normal. It’s been so difficult to walk, to sleep. My clit aches.” I repeated the term, subtly making my intentions clear. “I need you to check it. Please.”

He sighed, a long, professional sound. “Very well then. Please lay back on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.”

I obeyed. The metal was freezing against my heels. I slid down to the edge of the table, feeling the paper gown gap open. I felt completely exposed. Kaelen snapped on a pair of latex gloves and moved between my knees.

“I’m going to take a look,” he announced. He leaned in, his face close to my center. He used a small light to inspect me. A few seconds later: “I don’t see any swelling, Nora. Everything here looks healthy.”

“You have to feel it to see it, Doctor,” I urged.

I reached down, my hand shaking, and I grabbed his gloved hand. I guided his long, thick fingers directly to my clit. I pressed his fingers against the small, hard bud of my pleasure and began to move his hand

in a slow, circular motion. 1

“Nnnnggh… ahhh… right there…” I moaned. My eyes narrowed, my vision starting to go hazy. “Can you feel it now, Doctor?”

Kaelen pulled his hand back instantly. His face was stern. “Nora, stop. That is not how we conduct an exam!” he snapped.

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I… I was just carried away. The bulge makes me sensitive even though it aches.”

“The scan I have on file says everything is normal,” he said, his voice tightening. “Plus, there is no physical evidence of a blockage.”

“The scan is wrong!” I cried out, arching my back. I was losing control. “Please, Kaelen. Just check. Use your hand.” 1

He guided his middle finger inside me. It was long and thick. As it slid through my wetness, I subconsciously let out a long, soft moan. “OHHH! Ohhh god… ahhh!”

“Miss Nora,” he warned, his voice dropping into a low growl. “Be professional. If you keep making those sounds, I will stop the exam and send you home. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor. It’s… it’s just that it’s so deep,” I whispered, my fingers clawing at the paper on the table. “I think… I think it’s better if you use two fingers. You can’t feel the spot with just one.”

“Miss-” he started.

“Ahhh, keep going,” I begged, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Don’t stop, please. You’re so good at this, Doctor. You have such strong hands. I bet you know exactly how to fix me.” 2

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