how young he was. He sat down across from her and the nurse walked out, shutting the door behind her.
“ So tell me, Lindsay,” the doctor said, “how often do you masturbate?”
For a moment, Lindsay was taken aback by the question. She'd almost forgotten why she was here. But she managed to compose herself and answered, “At least three or four times a week, doctor.”
The doctor looked her over. “I see. And do you masturbate to multiple orgasms, or do you usually stop after just one?”
Lindsay blushed. “I usually only have one. When I'm having sex, I sometimes have more. But I haven't had sex in a few months.”
The doctor nodded. “Yes, you've written that here. It sounds to me like you have a slightly above-average libido, Lindsay. Now, this medication is designed to increase your libido. So you may find yourself wanting to masturbate more often, and find yourself masturbating longer and having more orgasms. We use a patch that you place on your inner thigh to measure the amount of the drug that's in your system. We rely on your daily journal entries to determine how effective the dosage is. So it's very important to keep an accurate log of how aroused you feel, how many times you masturbate, and so on. Do you understand all that?”
Lindsay nodded mutely.
The doctor handed her a folder and a small bottle of pills. “Be sure to read the information here. The patch is inside the folder. You'll want to place it on your inner thigh as soon as you get home. It's very durable. You don't have to worry about covering it in the shower. You'll take two pills tonight for a starter dose, and you'll take the rest of the pills once every morning.” The doctor stood. “Alright? Great. I'll see you in a week, Lindsay.”
Lindsay stared after the doctor. It had all gone by so quickly, she hardly had time to process what he was saying. The nurse came in and escorted her back to the front. Lindsay got out her wallet automatically, completely forgetting that she was the one being paid for this visit. When the nurse handed her three hundred dollars, she couldn't hide her shock.
The nurse smiled. “Just be sure to wear the patch and take your pills,” she said. “If we can't get accurate results, we can't keep paying you.”
Lindsay smiled back. “Don't worry. I'll be sure to do everything right.”
She biked back home in a hurry, eager to get home and start the treatment. The money had motivated her, and she wanted to be sure to give the doctor the results he wanted. At least I can afford to put gas in the car now, she thought. Her legs, already sore, would be grateful for that.
Despite her sore legs, Lindsay practically ran up to her apartment. She opened the folder and pulled out the silvery packet containing the patch. She pulled her jeans off and opened it up, placing it carefully on her inner thigh. She then began to read the documentation the doctor had given her.
There was a lot of stuff about how people suffered from low libido and how this medication could help them, and she skipped past that. Eventually she got to the directions for taking the pills. “Take two pills right before you go to bed,” it read.
Lindsay looked at the clock. It was only two in the afternoon. She shrugged and opened up the bottle. Couldn't hurt to take the first dose now.
She swallowed the pills and laid down on the couch. She closed her eyes and relaxed. After a while, she stirred. She was getting hot. She pulled off her shirt and jeans. She glanced at the clock, surprised to see that an hour had already passed. She laid back down and closed her eyes again.
Lindsay woke up and her body was hotter than before.
“ Shit, what's wrong with me?” she muttered. She pulled off her bra and panties. She looked at the clock. Another hour had passed. Lindsay closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep. But her body was so damn hot!
She reached up to scratch an itch on her chest. She accidentally brushed her hand against a
“ So tell me, Lindsay,” the doctor said, “how often do you masturbate?”
For a moment, Lindsay was taken aback by the question. She'd almost forgotten why she was here. But she managed to compose herself and answered, “At least three or four times a week, doctor.”
The doctor looked her over. “I see. And do you masturbate to multiple orgasms, or do you usually stop after just one?”
Lindsay blushed. “I usually only have one. When I'm having sex, I sometimes have more. But I haven't had sex in a few months.”
The doctor nodded. “Yes, you've written that here. It sounds to me like you have a slightly above-average libido, Lindsay. Now, this medication is designed to increase your libido. So you may find yourself wanting to masturbate more often, and find yourself masturbating longer and having more orgasms. We use a patch that you place on your inner thigh to measure the amount of the drug that's in your system. We rely on your daily journal entries to determine how effective the dosage is. So it's very important to keep an accurate log of how aroused you feel, how many times you masturbate, and so on. Do you understand all that?”
Lindsay nodded mutely.
The doctor handed her a folder and a small bottle of pills. “Be sure to read the information here. The patch is inside the folder. You'll want to place it on your inner thigh as soon as you get home. It's very durable. You don't have to worry about covering it in the shower. You'll take two pills tonight for a starter dose, and you'll take the rest of the pills once every morning.” The doctor stood. “Alright? Great. I'll see you in a week, Lindsay.”
Lindsay stared after the doctor. It had all gone by so quickly, she hardly had time to process what he was saying. The nurse came in and escorted her back to the front. Lindsay got out her wallet automatically, completely forgetting that she was the one being paid for this visit. When the nurse handed her three hundred dollars, she couldn't hide her shock.
The nurse smiled. “Just be sure to wear the patch and take your pills,” she said. “If we can't get accurate results, we can't keep paying you.”
Lindsay smiled back. “Don't worry. I'll be sure to do everything right.”
She biked back home in a hurry, eager to get home and start the treatment. The money had motivated her, and she wanted to be sure to give the doctor the results he wanted. At least I can afford to put gas in the car now, she thought. Her legs, already sore, would be grateful for that.
Despite her sore legs, Lindsay practically ran up to her apartment. She opened the folder and pulled out the silvery packet containing the patch. She pulled her jeans off and opened it up, placing it carefully on her inner thigh. She then began to read the documentation the doctor had given her.
There was a lot of stuff about how people suffered from low libido and how this medication could help them, and she skipped past that. Eventually she got to the directions for taking the pills. “Take two pills right before you go to bed,” it read.
Lindsay looked at the clock. It was only two in the afternoon. She shrugged and opened up the bottle. Couldn't hurt to take the first dose now.
She swallowed the pills and laid down on the couch. She closed her eyes and relaxed. After a while, she stirred. She was getting hot. She pulled off her shirt and jeans. She glanced at the clock, surprised to see that an hour had already passed. She laid back down and closed her eyes again.
Lindsay woke up and her body was hotter than before.
“ Shit, what's wrong with me?” she muttered. She pulled off her bra and panties. She looked at the clock. Another hour had passed. Lindsay closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep. But her body was so damn hot!
She reached up to scratch an itch on her chest. She accidentally brushed her hand against a
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