CHAPTER 3
( Content Warning- Sexual experiences, Viewer discretion advised)
The gynaec department is one hell of a place to be. For a guy who hadn’t even seen heterosexual porn, my experience with a lady with a baby coming out of her vagina wasn’t the best. I was mentally prepared for the entire procedure, still the first time was a little distasteful, coupled with all the bleeding and the mother’s agony. I couldn’t help but wonder what if the omegaverse genre was real and an alpha got me pregnant, would I ever have the guts to actually go through childbirth?! Imagine me writhing in pain while a child comes out of my clitoris! But, with all honestly, I’d give anything to be able to birth a child. This privilege, this wonderful thing that happens about once or twice in a straight’s entire lifespan is something many queer people yearn for. There are studies going on how to combine two eggs to make a zygote and despite all the strict regulations and restrictions involving reproductive genetics, animal studies have been mind blowing. The day isn’t far when two ova or two sperms could be combined to form a zygote. But, nothing can ever come close to being able to give birth to your child from your own womb. The experience as the patients tell, is wonderfully unique, they wouldn’t trade it for any other option.
Some mothers have to go through LSCS to be able to deliver a baby. Surgery is peaceful, there is tense air while operating in the OT, but it’s not as loud and red as a vaginal delivery with episiotomy.
While checking the newborn and taking the prasuta’s (post delivery female) follow up, my heart used to fill up with so many emotions, joy, sorrow, envy, and mostly a desire to bless the two and pray for their good health.
I’m very proud of how our Ayurvedic gynaec ward functions and how immaculately we handle everything.
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I vividly remember the night when I had the first STD scare of my life. There was this very handsome guy who had come over after a short conversation on Grindr. I had hooked up with him twice before that day. He was genuinely nice and cozy. It was December and this time, we hadn’t planned anything sexual. We agreed that we would just eat some good food, watch some series and then sleep together.
We ate some simple porridge and potato fries that day and I was also pretty ‘clean’ down there. The movie was a problem. We were lying together in the same comforter on my single bed mattress. I’m not a movie person, Non-fiction really bores me, especially cringy romantic movies. I was the one to tell him to switch it up as it was getting really boring. I did not however expect him to put up porn on the laptop screen. The title read ‘DILF barebacking twink threesome’. Then one thing led to another. We made out couple of times, humped with our underwears on, then without them. We were so turned on, it was beyond help. He went in bare. With consent of course. I wasn’t irrational, He had shown me his STD screen test which made me try him or any guy unprotected for the first time. It was amazing! I was never fucked so good yet. The sensation of lube and skin, the warmth of his penis inside me, the pulsation of his vessels inside my anus, the pounding against my lower half, his body enveloping mine, and eventually his juices filling me up as he came. It was a feeling I hadn’t forgotten since. The next day when I woke up, I was very tense, I told him to go home, that I needed to go to my college early. Every sex-Ed lesson came gushing into my head. And as soon as I was done with my shower, I went directly to the PHC to get a blood test done which I repeated after week. I did some very strict antimicrobial procedures inside and outside the body for about a month. It feels silly now, but that pleasure gave me a big fright.
Even the thought of what if I get pregnant had that time crossed my mind!
(Imagining my gynaec professors laughing in the background after judging me for entire 5 paragraphs T_T)
Ayush was a good bed partner too. He knew how to quench my
sexual whims. We never had unprotected sex but sex with him wasn’t any worse.
I’m a pretty vanilla person, without any fetishes as such, he however, enjoyed
oil massages with a happy ending and I often entertained him with it. I always
had sesame oil in my room as oiling my own body is part of my daily ayurvedic
regime. For him, I would mix some vanilla oil in it and start pouring it onto
his naked body. My hands would slip into his handles and knead his muscles as
if I was making the best dough of my life. I’d trail my fingers on his ticklish
waist and casually bite his nape. Despite being the top, he has enjoyed my long
fingers servicing his insides on many occasions. I’d never miss making
raspberries on his belly, from where I’d mischievously lick down and grab his
dick in my mouth while my hands pinched his nipples. How his ball sack would
completely drench in oil and my saliva and he would always complaint that I
left bite marks on his inner thighs. One time I even tried using my feet but
that was hella messy. Never doing that again.
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