User: Deena9
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I'm male and I usually shave completely because my boyfriend likes it. It turns him on when I'm fully erect (he likes to see bare testes underneath!) Apart from that I've also shaved my testicles before nude at modelling, especially before sculpture.
I have to say that I think it looks a bit ridiculous otherwise, but I'm used to it!
The first injection I remember having in my bottom was when I was about 4 years old, I think. My mum took me to the doctor's with some kiddy-type infection and I'd been on the doctor's couch having my tummy examined. The doctor then got me to turn onto my tummy and said something to the nurse. As I was lying face down I looked round and saw the nurse smiling at me as she prepared a needle and syringe. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, even when I heard the doctor telling my mum; "Would you get him ready, please" and my mum asking something like: "In his bottom, doctor?" As my trousers and pants were lowered I realised that the nurse could see my bare bottom but still didn't realise what was about to happen until she came forward with the syringe. My mum turned my head away just as I heard the nurse say that I was about to feel a small prick in my bottom. I then tensed my buttocks, realising that the needle was going to go in, and I felt the nurse swab my buttock, and the sharp smell of alcohol. I remember I did cry with the pain, which was dull and seem to last forever.
My boyfriend's p e n i s is bigger than mine and for that reason I prefer him inside me than vice versa. Favourite position is pretty clinical: me lying on the bed over 3 or 4 cushions, legs apart, cheeks spread. Otherwise I like to sit down on him when we're in the bath together. I actually prefer sex in the bath, especially as I love the feeling of having my orgasm under water!
In my first three years at boarding school we had to go for a bath every Friday afternoon, under supervision of the school matron. On one day a year, after our bath, we had to go to see the school doctor. Although we had to line up naked it was actually a very quick examination: ears, throat, and eye test, and stethoscope on chest, back and tummy. I never had my genitals examined, but I think some boys did on a random basis. At primary school, however, I was examined naked in my second and fifth years. On each occasion there were girls in the same room, although we were separated by a screen. The doctor was always male, but we had a female nurse who supervised our undressing. The examinations were quite quick but thorough: I always had my testes felt. The girls, I discovered, got to keep their knickers on(!) but interestingly, in my last year at primary school, when I had only the briefest of check ups from a lady doctor, I discovered that this was the year the girls got a "thorough" check up.
Undoubtedly the most embarrassing experience I ever had at a doctor's surgery involved injections. The doctor was visiting the school in a caravan in the playground. I was dreading going to see the doctor as it was always our customary fear that we would have to strip naked. However, instead the school nurse was waiting with my mum and my two younger sisters and explained that we would have to have measles injections. She explained to our mum that these injections would have to be given in our bottoms. I was horrified. For some reason I got it into my head that I wasn't going to take my underpants down in front of my sisters, never mind the possible discomfort of the injections. I screamed the place down and insisted on having my injection in the arm, which of course was refused. In the end, sobbing bitterly, I resigned myself to my fate, and I was lined up behind my sisters, who had remained irritatingly quiet and well-behaved throughout! The nurse had no doubt seen it all before, as she deftly pulled down my sisters' knickers and hauled them gently over her knee. By now I was thoroughly ashamed of myself and I felt the needle going into my bottom was a punishment for the fuss I'd made. To make matters worse in school the following Monday a classmate asked me if it was me he'd heard at the doctor's the previous week!!

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