I am a gynecologist. That’s my job. To every other man this job is unbearable. In the beginning, they get excited by touching women’s vaginas but, over time, they got bored and disgusted. This never happened to me though, and this is why I’m such a famous gynecologist. 
Women come along asking for my touch – for the pleasure and satisfaction that I can give them with by my fingers.
The way that I look helps me access a lot of woman's hearts and pussies. They crave my body and my huge dick. My playful experienced fingers make them wet and get them ready for my dick in only a few seconds.
It’s not easy and in never was easy, but I made a rules: Don’t ever sleep with any woman more than once, and do not fall in love. 
I enjoy tasting every woman, but I never taste them more than once. This helps me to not to get bored. I don’t give myself to every that woman stops by my doors. I do have a type and I don’t make compromises. At the start of my career, I did, but not now. That was until a mysterious woman stepped through my door and turned my life upside down. 
She is ‘the virgin girl that destroyed my boundaries and made me begging to taste her and only her.’

Doctor Vagina

Sure she wasn't pregnant, and she wouldn't be; I was the one who did the miscarriage surgery for her vagina. There was no chance for her to get pregnant, but when I had seen her facial expressions and her high hopes that she believed somewhat that she was pregnant, I couldn't hurt her feelings. But I knew back then that Bella was badly in need of help. 


Every woman and girl dreamed of having children. But I had nothing to do. I couldn't blame myself nor fate, either. 


But I took it seriously, this time. I took care of her, I tried to play along with her pregnancy, especially when the psychiatrist asked me to do so. 


It took months until she finally realized she could never be a mother ever. 


And this partially destroyed our relationship. I couldn't say we hated each other. But something was missing there. The bed became cold. Our touches became rare. As if we required something. 


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