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I’m 31F, main uski sagi mami hoon. He’s 20. We went to a movie on Saturday, and the plan was to just grab an Uber. But jab hum bahar aaye, this kid rolls up on a borrowed KTM bike from one of his friends. I told him, Pagal hai kya? I'm not getting on that. But he wouldn't let it go. Mami chalo na, please, kuch nahi hoga... karke he played the innocent nephew card until I finally caved.

Maine socha dono pair ek side karke baithungi, I don't have much experience riding pillion and I tried getting on. But he immediately stopped me aur gyaan dene laga ki sports bike pe aise baithna safe nhi hai, which is true and forced me to straddle the seat...Matlab poori taang phaila ke.

I was completely off-balance, basically hovering over him. That’s when he looks over his shoulder and says Mami, theek se pakad lo warna gir jaogi.

I had zero choice. I had to wrap my arms around his waist, meaning my legs were framing his hips and my chest was pressed flush against his back. And then he started driving like an absolute tharki. He kept tapping the brakes. Every single time he brake-checked, Mera poora weight aur chest uske back pe zor se press hota tha. I had to squeeze my thighs and wrap my arms tighter around him just to stay on. He was doing it on purpose. He orchestrated this entire fucking ride, just to force me into a 20-minute, inescapable full-body hug.

Mera dimaag cheekh raha tha ki yeh kitna galat hai, but the adrenaline and the taboo was insane. Knowing this 20-year-old kid went through all this calculated, manipulative effort just to feel my chest pressed against his back gave me ridiculous thrill. I just sat there in that vulnerable, spread position, completely at his mercy, and let myself enjoy it. The vibrations and stimulation between my legs meant that i thoroughly enjoyed the ride.

I know I should be horrified. Mujhe usse door rehna chahiye. But sach bolu toh, sitting here right now, I'm already wondering when this kameena will take me for another ride.

I’m 31F, main uski sagi mami hoon. He’s 20. We went to a movie on Saturday, and the plan was to just grab an Uber. But jab hum bahar aaye, this kid rolls up on a borrowed KTM bike from one of his friends. I told him, Pagal hai kya? I'm not getting on that. But he wouldn't let it go. Mami chalo na, please, kuch nahi hoga... karke he played the innocent nephew card until I finally caved.

Maine socha dono pair ek side karke baithungi, I don't have much experience riding pillion and I tried getting on. But he immediately stopped me aur gyaan dene laga ki sports bike pe aise baithna safe nhi hai, which is true and forced me to straddle the seat...Matlab poori taang phaila ke.

I was completely off-balance, basically hovering over him. That’s when he looks over his shoulder and says Mami, theek se pakad lo warna gir jaogi.

I had zero choice. I had to wrap my arms around his waist, meaning my legs were framing his hips and my chest was pressed flush against his back. And then he started driving like an absolute tharki. He kept tapping the brakes. Every single time he brake-checked, Mera poora weight aur chest uske back pe zor se press hota tha. I had to squeeze my thighs and wrap my arms tighter around him just to stay on. He was doing it on purpose. He orchestrated this entire fucking ride, just to force me into a 20-minute, inescapable full-body hug.

Mera dimaag cheekh raha tha ki yeh kitna galat hai, but the adrenaline and the taboo was insane. Knowing this 20-year-old kid went through all this calculated, manipulative effort just to feel my chest pressed against his back gave me ridiculous thrill. I just sat there in that vulnerable, spread position, completely at his mercy, and let myself enjoy it. The vibrations and stimulation between my legs meant that i thoroughly enjoyed the ride.

I know I should be horrified. Mujhe usse door rehna chahiye. But sach bolu toh, sitting here right now, I'm already wondering when this kameena will take me for another ride.

I went for a corporate sponsored well-woman checkup couple of days back and just need to get this off my chest. It was a male gynac who was available in the clinic, so I was given an option to reschedule the tests but since I had already given my blood and urine samples i thought let's get the pelvic exam also over with in a single day.

I was given a robe to change to and met him for the examination. External exam was quick, while he was down there, he started asking these personal questions about whether I’m married or if I’ve ever been pregnant. I told him I'm married but don't have any kids yet, to which he asked how long. I said 4 years. That's awfully long he said with a smirk on his face. I looked at the attending nurse and she quickly broke eye contact with me. "You're exceptionally tight." He didn't even say it like a doctor making a note; it felt like he was just... enjoying saying it.

Then he pulled out the first device and said he had to switch to a "larger size" because of my muscle tone. For reference I'm 5ft 5in and normal build. Honestly, when he slid the bigger device in, and cranked it open, the stretch was so intense it hit a nerve. My body totally betrayed me, I felt this massive wave of arousal hit me out of nowhere. I was laying there with my feet in the air, trying to keep a straight face while I was basically trembling. I gripped the chair while he was just taking his time observing.

Finally he pulled it out after what felt like an eternity after taking a sample. But it didn't end there. After he finally took the speculum out, he did the manual part of the exam. He inserted two fingers and pushed quite deep, supposedly to check my ovaries while pressing down on my lower abdomen. He asked if I felt that and kept his fingers inside way longer than necessary, moving them around while staring at my face to see my reaction. I was biting on my lips hard trying not to make a sound. The nurse kept a blank expression throughout like she's seen this a thousand times.

He finally finished and pulled his fingers out and removed the gloves. he kept me on the examination chair while he was typing something on the computer. The worst part was the look he gave me when I was walking out. He didn't say 'have a nice day.' He just gave me this slow, snug smile and said, See you at your next checkup, I'm sure your husband appreciates how well you take care of yourself. You will get the reports tomorrow.

I had to go to office and work for another 6 hours, and act like a professional while I was still radiating heat from where he'd been. Every time I shifted my legs under the table, it was a sharp reminder of how he'd handled me or the fact that the nurse just let it happen. Now I’m sitting at home wondering was he just thorough, or did I just walk into meet a pervert doctor? But honestly... how bad is it that I'm secretly hoping my company uses the same clinic next year? 

I went for a corporate sponsored well-woman checkup couple of days back and just need to get this off my chest. It was a male gynac who was available in the clinic, so I was given an option to reschedule the tests but since I had already given my blood and urine samples i thought let's get the pelvic exam also over with in a single day.

I was given a robe to change to and met him for the examination. External exam was quick, while he was down there, he started asking these personal questions about whether I’m married or if I’ve ever been pregnant. I told him I'm married but don't have any kids yet, to which he asked how long. I said 4 years. That's awfully long he said with a smirk on his face. I looked at the attending nurse and she quickly broke eye contact with me. "You're exceptionally tight." He didn't even say it like a doctor making a note; it felt like he was just... enjoying saying it.

Then he pulled out the first device and said he had to switch to a "larger size" because of my muscle tone. For reference I'm 5ft 5in and normal build. Honestly, when he slid the bigger device in, and cranked it open, the stretch was so intense it hit a nerve. My body totally betrayed me, I felt this massive wave of arousal hit me out of nowhere. I was laying there with my feet in the air, trying to keep a straight face while I was basically trembling. I gripped the chair while he was just taking his time observing.

Finally he pulled it out after what felt like an eternity after taking a sample. But it didn't end there. After he finally took the speculum out, he did the manual part of the exam. He inserted two fingers and pushed quite deep, supposedly to check my ovaries while pressing down on my lower abdomen. He asked if I felt that and kept his fingers inside way longer than necessary, moving them around while staring at my face to see my reaction. I was biting on my lips hard trying not to make a sound. The nurse kept a blank expression throughout like she's seen this a thousand times.

He finally finished and pulled his fingers out and removed the gloves. he kept me on the examination chair while he was typing something on the computer. The worst part was the look he gave me when I was walking out. He didn't say 'have a nice day.' He just gave me this slow, knowing smirk and said, See you at your next checkup, I'm sure your husband appreciates how well you take care of yourself. You will get the reports tomorrow.

I had to go to office and work for another 6 hours, and act like a professional while I was still radiating heat from where he'd been. Every time I shifted my legs under the table, it was a sharp reminder of how he'd handled me or the fact that the nurse just let it happen. Now I’m sitting at home wondering was he just thorough, or did I just walk into meet a pervert doctor? But honestly... how bad is it that I'm secretly hoping my company uses the same clinic next year?