I Let My Dentist Feel Me Up

So my friends know me for having intense attractions to, um, interesting gentlemen. I don't know what it is, it just happens. . .

I'm in a quaint little dentist office in Brentwood and in walks Dr. Ramourian. A tiny Persian man with red hair (I found out later he walks with a limp) he proceeds to tell me how fucked up my mouth this. Believe me, this is shocking news as I'm more prone to hear "Oh my God, your teeth are so white!" rather than "You have deep pockets of bacteria that we'll have to numb your entire mouth to clean, you infectious beast. You aren't even worth the strength it takes to floss baby teeth. Peon."

But I do take the news alarmingly well . . .all because of the gentle touch of Dr. Ramourian. I mean, ladies, this is better than the massage they give you during a mani- pedi-. Dr. Ramourian really knows how to touch a lady. Anyway, the good doctor begins caressing my arm, light cheek grazes, the meaningful glances. I mean seriously, this doctor is into me for real.

Finally he takes it to the next level and actually kisses me on the forehead. This is for real, right? Let's not forget all of the velvety compliments about how beautiful I am and he's so happy to be able to treat me. Flavored with his Farsi accent, I'm completely his. Oh man, I've fallen for a Persian little man with a limp and I couldn't be happier! So as he's cleaning the spit from my face while gazing into my numbed up face, I allow him to grab my ass.

I can't wait to go back to the dentist. There's nothing like staying on top of good oral hygiene. Has anyone else been intensely attracted to one of their medical practitioners? Maybe we should start a support group.