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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I toyed with how I'd roll all my fantasies into one. I've written this so far and wondering if anyone wants me to continue?
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The First Touch
I remember the first time I met him. My name flashed across the patient ticker. He wanted to see me next. At that moment, I did not know of my imminent violation; my resurrection. The twist of the door handle signaled the end of a world - and the start of one new.
I expected my usual doctor. That day was, of course, different. This was not my doctor. A doctor, no doubt, so nothing unusual. It's common for a doctor to stand in.
I rattled off my symptoms. He followed up with questions. So far, so good, I thought. With each answer and question, came a look so impossible to describe. A look that gave an uneasy chill. At the same time, a look that drew me in. That mesmerised me. With each look, I felt weakened.
Awakening me, he asked to examine me. I removed my top. I removed my bra. He examined. Cold, clean and clinical. I must have imagined everything. I am, after all, feeling under pressure.
The look, however, returned. As though the spell was never broken, I fell back under. With his look was his touch. His hands glided over my torso, my breasts. His hands touched every, single spot. I couldn't think of anything but his touch. Was he examining or seducing? Regardless, I fell deeper and deeper.
When he brushed over nipples, I jerked. I doubt this was my first signal to him but, . almost in response, he pressed my nipples with a finger and thumb. The shock run from head to toe. I felt pulsating shivers all over my body. My heart pounded.
He halted. He needed a consult. He demanded I clothe and left the room. I was left feeling confused, violated but alive.
I waited. It seemed like an age. My body returned to normalcy. My mind was now able to process. I could not believe what had happened. I thought I was at the depth of disbelief until my usual doctor walked in.
He demanded an explanation. He had not invited me in. I scrambled to explain about the locum doctor who needed a consult. But there there was no need for a locum, no need for an examination and no doctor with that name at that practice.
I collected my things and hurried out. I felt sick. I was dizzy. Supporting myself against a wall, I composed myself. A mixture of panic and excitement washed over me, wave upon wave.
Once composed, I started from the doctors. As I made for home, I felt like I was being followed. I brushed it off. Mind tricks to guard against further violation, no doubt. I was wrong.
The days that followed were a blur. I floated along, not paying attention. At work, but not really working. I was on autopilot. Words echoed in my head and I responded. With each silence, my mind withdrew. Again and again, the images of my violation flashed over my mind.
I could not understand it. My body felt a abused. Something happened that should not have happened. Yet it felt like it had a taste of what it longed for. It felt like an awakening. It felt like I'd never really felt before.
My daze was broken with one word: doctor. A colleague said I wasn't myself and I needed to see a doctor. I did need to see a doctor. One doctor in particular.
The Search
I was possessed. I took a day off sick. I searched for any clue. Impersonation is common. I dredged up cases of fraud and thievery. I could find nothing close to what I went through.
I turned my searches towards what had happened. The nature of results changed from reports of crime to erotic fiction. Thousands of fantasies put into words for thousands more to play out in their heads and in their homes. I wasn't fantasising.
I found a result that filled my stomach with lead. It wasn't a doctor patient fantasy. Everything pointed to another fantasy, between officer and a victim of crime. Except in this case, there was a warning.
What you are about to read is genuine. I have tried to process this in so many ways. This is one of them.
The description of his touch and his look matched. The tone of his skin, the shape of his face and the colour of his eyes did not. My gut screamed at me. This was it.
I registered to the website without thought. I left a comment.
"Please message me. I'm processing too. Hope you understand."
I waited for an hour. I refreshed the page every minute. I browsed her profile. She had bookmarked other stories similar to ours. I bookmarked them too.
I refreshed again. Nothing. I began to cry. I was desperate for answers. I refreshed in anger now. Each refresh punctuated with growls. I stopped dead. A little red mark. A number one. A message. My heart skipped.
I opened the message. It wasn't the lady I'd reached out to. Not any lady that shared my experience. My stomach flutter. I could feel the tingle, like a thousand light needle marks, all over my body.
*Scarletfire:* You are looking for me.
It was him. I stared at the screen. I couldn't believe it. I refreshed to make sure it was real. A new message.
*Scarletfire:* You found me.
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