An affair not to remember

TxTrib-PlannedParenthood-011_JPG_800x1000_q100I walked into the room and was told to undress from my waist down and get under the blanket.  A tech walked in and introduced herself to me, she then pulled out the hardest and longest probe I have seen in my life and had the courtesy of putting a condom on it for protection, she squirted some KY on the end of the probe, put it in my hands and said, “Go ahead, stick it in.”  I looked at the tech and said, “do it to myself?”.  “Yes.” she said.  “I feel that I should have some privacy and a few shots before having that kind of party.” I said.  The tech laughed and turned her back.  WTF?  So I really have to put this dildo probe in myself?  Isn’t it bad enough that I still have to direct my husband to wonderland?  Talk about an awkward moment.  No music, no alcohol, no nice scents but there was a dim light in the room so I guess I can’t be that picky.  Being that this was about to be my first girl on girl experience, I began sweating profusely.  I inserted the probe and the tech began her trip into my uterus.  I was in so much pain.  “This is what it must feel like to lose your virginity sober.” I thought.  I held on tight to the sides of the examining table and asked the tech to talk me through my current rape-ish situation.  She laughed and didn’t say anything else.  Finally after what felt like forever, she told me she would need to get a doctor in to see what was going on.  The doctor came in and grabbed the probe with his strong hands.  I told him that if my grandmother was alive, she would have been so proud that I was being molested by a doctor.  He didn’t laugh.  He kept probing, harder, harder, deeper, deeper.  “I’m not going to go all the way in.” he said.  “Just breath.” he said.  It was horrific!  “How many people does it take to consider this a gang bang?” I thought.  The doctor left the room and said he would email my gyno.  It was just me and the tech now.  When she was done, she walked out of the room and asked me to get dressed.  She didn’t even ask me for my name.  She didn’t even tell me to remove the hard and cold probe.  I felt cheap, I felt used, I felt like a college sophomore.  I got dressed and went to use the restroom where I got a good look at myself in the mirror and wondered if I looked any different after having my first ménage á trois. I looked the same only with huge pit stains on my silk blouse from the sweat as well as a little more confidence for being able to take that major probe.

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