Dr. G had a certain way of playing with my prostate – an expert slow massage that sent delicious shockwaves through my body as pleasure built up exponentially, deeper and more powerfully with every stroke. I could feel the tenderness of his touch as he explored me, as if his fingers were mapping new galaxies and galaxies within my innermost being. There in front of him, beneath his perfectly practiced fingers, I came undone in agreement to something I hadn’t even known before.