I discovered my medical kink when I went to my OBGYN and realized I enjoyed the exam. I have been to so many doctor appointments for myself (I had cancer as an infant, and then at age 40 again) and for my ex (he has an autoimmune disease), it was bound to rub off.
It seemed odd that I would like the exam. Everyone I had ever talked to about OBGYN appointments always scrunched up their faces and declared how awful the experience is, how they hated the exam. They felt so vulnerable and exposed…
I, on the other hand, enjoyed the stretch of the speculum. Although a bit uncomfortable (not painful), I soon grew used to the sensation. When I found myself growing wet (and not from the surgical lube), I was a tiny bit embarrassed. I hoped my doctor would not notice. If he did, he was professional enough to not say anything. I was sad that I had to wait another full year for my next appointment.
I was able to admit early on to my MM about my medical kink. He had not considered it before, but quickly got into the idea. He has his own kinks (which I now share, having been exposed to them) which lended themselves easily into the medical realm.
In the beginning of our relationship, my MM and I would discuss kinks and sex openly, but with caution. I was not as open to some of the concepts. I did feel comfortable enough to ask questions and would take time to consider each one before outright agreeing or disagreeing. Many times, he could tell when I was uncomfortable when I would not say anything in response. He would drop the subject. Usually I would come back a day or so later telling him I could not stop thinking about what he had said, and that I was willing to try. Only a few times did I say “no” outright.
We are still exploring our likes and dislikes. I can still shock him by coming up witn something new. This past week, I sent him a photo of a woman bound to a spreader bar with a powerful vibrator between her legs, telling him to do that to me (not necessarily with a spreader bar; being tied up would suffice) while he went to get lunch one day. He responded, saying that forced orgasm was a new one for me. I responded with a video of me leaving my Big Blue vibe resting on my clit, and then my creamy pussy. Two days later, a Magic Wand was in my mailbox waiting for me.
This man gets me.
Morgan Destera 