Love Doctor

Love doesn’t exist. Love is just chemicals in the brain telling you that he/she/it is the one. Love is just a human creation to tame our wild instincts. We are really just animals; our only purpose is to live long enough to pass on our genetics. Now a days it is all too simple, medicine has made it possible to live well beyond what was expected long ago. With it people have regimented society telling you want you can and can’t do. There is a species of primates in central Africa that has sex for pleasure, they are not monogamous and will often participate in orgies in which anything is on the table. Imagine a chimpanzee that enjoys oral, heterosexual, and homosexual behavior and enjoys it so much that they spend most of the day fucking around. Sex is their life and I’m jealous.

I spend all day staring at vaginas that I can’t enjoy and it drives me mad. Some are pregnant, some ugly and diseased, every once and a while they are beautiful and I love them all. From the Labia to the Clitoris the vagina fascinates me. The Clitoris alone has some 8,000 nerve endings which stimulate female pleasure. This fact along with our cousins has led me to believe that Sex is much more than to create offspring. The orgasm itself is pure pleasure, why would we need that to promote sexual activity when we already have the instinct to pass on our genetic make-up. Black Widow spiders and other species eat the male after sex or the male eventually dies shortly afterward and yet they still continue to thrive. Sexual repression makes no sense. It is time we accept us for who we are: Polyamorous sexual beings, that just so happen to have a larger frontal cortex that allows us to think.

 Being a gynecologist has its perks, first of all every woman needs to see one so unless half the population falls off the face of the planet, I will stay in business. This means a steady supply of female bodies to admire and new patients are always my favorite, this time is no exception. Julia Strong, I read off of her file. Twenty two years old, blond hair, low BMI and she is clean. Sounds like a winner. I hasten my way from my office to the examination room. The building in which I house my practice is fairly old and opaque walls disgust me, there is only so much wall art can do to liven up the place and give it some color. I open the door to the dilapidated clinic to find Julia ready for her examination, feet up in the air, legs spread wide, lacking the blanket most use to cover their indecency. Immediately alerted to my presence she takes her legs out of their holder and closes her legs embarrassed.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry Ms. Strong,” I say walking over to where she sat, “I should have knocked.” I touch her shoulder to comfort her. “I am Dr. Underwood, your gynecologist. Try to relax a bit, I am here to help, and besides I’ll be down there soon enough.”

“I know, sorry Dr. Underwood I am just nervous.” She says relaxing her legs but leaving them closed. “This is my first time coming to a doctor like you. “

“That’s okay, it is only natural.” I say on reflex, patting her back, ”Why don’t I try and find a blanket to help cover you up.” I turn and walk towards the cabinets on the other side of the white room. What wasn’t covered in medical posters had pictures of cuddly Kittens. “So what brings you in today Ms. Strong?” I ask filling the silence.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was good down there and possibly start birth control. “ she said shyly.

“That sounds perfectly fine. No reason to be embarrassed. I see plenty of young ladies much like you. “ I coo back at her. “Ah ha! Here are the blankets,” discovering them in an unusual cabinet, probably were the new Secretary decided to stash them. While I was there I grabbed blue plastic gloves. With that in hand I made my way back over to her. I could see the red in her face and how she eyed me. Not suspicious maybe a longing. I spread the blanket over her, this usually makes people feel at home. “Now do feel better?” I ask noticing a wave of relief spread over her.

“Yeah, much better do you mind getting on with the exam?” she said lifting her feet into place.

“Why certainly, Ms. Strong what ever you would like.” I said smiling at her.

She smiled back, “You can call me Julia.”

“Alright Julia, just to warn you I will be sticking this utensil inside of your vagina to get a better view.” I say displaying the alien looking device to her. “It will be cold and I apologize, I would warm it up but sanitation and all that.”

“I understand and trust you completely Dr. Underwood.” I could hear her say over the blanket.

This was my favorite part, the things I will do to her. My smile changed then this is where I am truly happy.