Yearly Check-up

Anticipation is his
aphrodisiac, recalling
their last encounter
a year ago.

Just thinking of Amanda's
slow disrobing as he pretends
not to watch
makes him hard and
he has to be discrete
as he stands to usher
his last patient out.

He dismisses his unsuspecting
receptionist, she never questions
as if to endorse, certainly
there's no disapproval.
He likes to pretend this is
her complicity in his indiscretion.

He fears, in his excitement,
he may one day leave the
door unlocked as Amanda climbs
onto the bed and into the stirrups.
It is the final pump of blood
to the ache in his groin as he
turns to see her waiting for him.

Legs wide as if to embrace,
moisture evidence of her arousal,
she is watching as he unzips
knowing already what's on offer.
No lubrication needed
for this exploration,
she is dripping with desire and
comes as he enters her,
sucking him in deliciously.

A finger works her distended clit,
he watches his ridged vessel
start to glisten, drawing out
her cum, her labia restless
around his cock.
She is coming again, rising
and body-blushing. He likes
that she squeezes him,
vice like, before exploding.

In the unromantic room
their union is feral,
he grunts, she squeals
muffled by his gagging hand.
It's clinical,
almost cynical,
pure lust,
no strings and, afterwards, still exposed,
wet from her, he inserts
the cold steel speculum
to explore her there once more.