“You have a medical fetish don’t you Ruby?”
“Answer me Ruby. You have a medical fetish don’t you?”
“Ruby- address me properly.”
“Good girl Ruby. You’re doing so well.”
Gentle neck kisses followed by the sound of latex gloves being put on. Not knowing what is coming next.
Latex fingers examining my mouth.
“That all looks good. Now let’s take a look down here.”
Feeling the cold air as my lips are parted. Fingers running up and down, making me shudder with delight.
“You’re so wet, I think we’d better clean you up a bit.”
“Are you feeling aroused Ruby?”
It’s not so much the actions, but the words. Knowing that he knows how his words are affecting me.
Knowing that he’s doing these things because it sends my brain and cunt into overdrive.
That line… “You have a medical fetish don’t you Ruby?”
I can feel my cunt responding even now. It’s without a doubt the hottest sentence that I’ve ever heard.
It’s also incredibly empowering: being forced to admit my medical fetish… the thing that I’ve been so
ashamed of… so scared to share in the past.
Every time I recall it this week (which is a lot!) I feel like I stand a little taller, hold my head higher
and more fully inhabit my sexuality.
I’m growing into myself and it feels marvellous.