A Woman in Despair

After returning home, I completely lost my appetite. My thoughts were a chaotic loop replaying the raw, primal image of the man in the cornfield.

I lay in bed with one shoulder bared. A fine sheen of sweat formed on my forehead as I pressed my legs together.

Though I was nearly 40 years old, I kept my body perfectly in shape, full and curved in all the right places. Looking down at my full chest, I couldn't help but arch my back.

Summer had arrived, and for some reason, my strange sickness grew worse than ever.

I had heard rumors of a new doctor, Rodrick Walker, in the village. So, after biting my lips and thinking about it, I finally made up my mind to seek treatment. I wouldn't be able to lead a normal life if this sickness continued to escalate.

Early the next morning, I got dressed and headed to the clinic.

When I arrived, I was surprised to find that Rodrick was a tall, young, and well-built man. He approached me with a polite smile and asked, "What seems to be the problem?"

I looked away as my face stiffened with awkward embarrassment. Such a private obsession was hard enough to admit, and saying it to a strong, young man made it worse.

He sensed my hesitation and discomfort and gently led me into the inner examination room. His gaze was warm and reassuring, which made me feel completely at ease.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "I'm a doctor, so you don't have to feel ashamed here."

I could feel my cheeks burn as I opened my mouth and stammered, "I-I have… a desperate addiction to intimacy."

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Let's start with a quick examination," he suggested.

I nodded and couldn't help but tighten my fingers around my dress as I lay on the wide exam table.

When cool air brushed against my legs, it hit me that when I had hastily left the house that morning, I had put on a thong.

Rodrick stepped closer and stopped by the bed. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were gentle and calm, which felt oddly reassuring.

As his clean, masculine scent washed over me, my body couldn't help but soften, and I instinctively closed my eyes.

He positioned my legs apart, which exposed the damp fabric underneath. I could feel him stiffen as he lowered the bunched palm-sized fabric to my thighs and stared at me, totally mesmerized.

The thought that he might be affected made my body respond all the more eagerly.

Standing between my legs, he picked up a speculum. "I'm going to start the examination now. Please relax and tell me to stop if you feel any discomfort."

Blushing furiously, I nodded.

He professionally pulled on surgical gloves and leaned in to inspect me. The touch of his cool, gloved fingers brushing against my tiny bud sent another wave of unbearable itch through me, while an accidental graze immediately made my body react.

Under his touch, every inch of my bud felt amplified. Deep down, I desperately wished he wouldn't be so gentle and cried for him to be a little rougher.