The Mystery of Madame X

FYI – I really have no interest in being paid to watch you sleep. I understand that some days a man may be more energetic than others… but if you start snoring I’m probably going to wake you up to let you know that I’m heading to the shower. It’s totally your call as to whether you’d rather join me, or roll over and keep dreaming about the weird fragmented review you’re going to write when you wake up and realize that I’m gone.

There I went assuming that self efficacy was common sense… but yes, we all know what happens when we assume.

So, Hello Gentlemen 🙂

Apologies for not stopping in to post sooner, but it is the holidays, and pretty much a busy season in many (if not all) respects. Hope you all had marvelous Thanksgivings filled with tons of delicious turkey, and are looking forward to some Christmas hams! I just this evening hit the halfway mark on my holiday shopping – it’s unusually naughty of me to fall so far behind 🙁 Right now, the best present for myself I could possibly think of is for someone to go out and buy something really nice for each person left on my list, since you guys have already given me everything else I wanted. If you insist though, I will sit on your lap for a while and try to think of something you could wrap up real nice and give me…

That video’s pretty much a classic at this point, right up there with Jingle Bells, Silent Night, and all those other seasonal songs you’ll find yourself humming in the shower as we wade deeper into the most wonderful time of the year 🙂

A while ago I posted about possibly proper protocol should the situation ever occur where one on you boys sees me in public. On one of my far-too-numerous holiday shopping expeditions, I was unexpectedly forced to test out a few of my own theories. I was milling about in the kitchen section of my favorite department store, trying to figure out if any of the cookware sets on the shelves were better than my mother’s current assortment, when I felt a familiar set of eyes on me. Looking up from the silver saucepan I was holding, I found myself face to face with a woman who usually has her face in my crotch during most of our encounters… and know, not what you’re thinking – it was my gynecologist. While consciously I know that’s not such a big deal since we live in the same area and she can’t conceivably spend *every* hour of her day focused on promoting vaginal health, I felt my blood heat up in my cheeks and had a hard time adhering to my own advice to keep cool! I’m not quite sure why, but I suppose I’m much more comfortable conversing with people when I’m naked in private than fully clothed in public. Go figure.

We made some small talk about parking hassles and holiday guests, completely unlike our chit chat when I’m naked from the waist down on the exam table and she asks how business has been, how many new partners I’ve had since we’ve talked last (My doctor knows about my lifestyle choice here – I figured it wouldn’t be in my best interest to lie with my own health on the line) prompting me to spill a choice few dirty details while she not so subtly points out that I could greatly reduce my risks by entrusting myself to female pleasures exclusively… a point I have to agree with, but I’m just not ready to switch teams yet, you guys are too much fun 🙂 In public, there was no reference to how we may have met before, but I did catch a smirk on her when she reminded me to come see her in January… my next checkup date.

She looks so much different out of her scrubs (I’m sure you gentlemen would say the same about me if you saw me dressed down for a mundane day of errands) and I was pleasantly surprised. She is quite attractive! Although I can’t say I am attracted to her – she is my doctor after all, and I could never imagine her touching me outside of the context of the exam room. Still, my mind did edge into some less than professional places… places that leave me looking for a good opportunity to break out my favorite nurse costume… perhaps you’re in the mood to play doctor as well?

Brooke Haven – Nurseholes – Scene 2

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