Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
"Your clitoris is fully exposed now," Dr. Anjali said.
 
"Look how it's changed. That's a good sign, Seema. A body that responds is not a frigid body."
 
She withdrew the finger, and Seema felt the loss like a small grief.
 
But then Dr. Anjali reached for the camera on its chrome arm and drew it forward, angling the lens down into the open V of her thighs, and Seema realized with a lurch what was about to happen.
 
"I'm going to photograph this. For your file, and for you. So you can see what I see. Some women need to see it before they believe it." A soft click.
 
Then another, from a slightly different angle, the lens almost touching the wet pink skin, catching the light in the folds.
 
Seema looked down past the slope of her own breasts and to see, but nothing was visible to her.
 
But she could feel the camera nosing between her spread thighs and the doctor's gloved-smooth fingers holding her lips apart, and the little flash went off, once, twice, three times, catching the pale rose of her inner skin, the glisten of her own wetness, the tiny dark opening and the thin crescent of the hymen still stretched and pink and whole.
 
"There," Dr. Anjali said at last, drawing the camera back and setting it aside, and she sat looking at her work with quiet satisfaction.
 
"Your vagina is small, and it is tight. Also you have some psychological hesitations."
 
She reached up and, with the back of one warm hand, brushed the tear from Seema's cheek.
 
"Now," she said.
 
"Sit up slowly."