The Holistic Clinic For Starved Women

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My husband is perfect in every way, except for one thing. He is absolutely useless in bed.

My best friend recommended a specialized holistic clinic that focuses on women's health.

I thought I was going for a check-up. But once I got there, I realized the doctors weren't actually doctors. They were something else entirely!

My husband is a great man, but our sex life is non-existent.

I have been married to him for three years. For three years, I have lived like a nun, never experiencing the pleasure a woman deserves.

Lately, I couldn't take it anymore. The hunger inside me was becoming unbearable.

I finally confessed my frustration to my best friend, Lydia.

"You are a normal woman with normal needs," Lydia said. "Nobody can live like a nun forever. If your husband can't perform, you should just divorce him."

She handed me a business card for a wellness center. "At our age, a lack of intimacy messes with your hormones. Look at you. Your skin is dull and you're breaking out. Go to this specialist and get your body back in balance first."

I nodded, feeling a spark of hope.

The next day, I arrived at the place Lydia recommended. It was called the Goddess Wellness and Recovery Center.

The moment I stepped inside, I was stunned.

The staff members were all incredibly attractive.

The women, whether they were nurses or receptionists, wore tight crop tops and micro-skirts. They all had legs that went on for days.

The men were all over six feet tall. Their shirts were unbuttoned to reveal sexy collarbones and muscular builds. They looked more like fitness models than medical staff.

I stared at them, feeling a bit lightheaded. My legs felt weak, and I could feel a familiar ache deep inside me.

A tall male nurse walked over with a charming smile. "Hello, ma'am. Do you have an appointment with a specific doctor?"

"I'm looking for Dr. Dante," I stammered.

"Right this way, please."

He led me to a private consultation room in the back. It was very secluded. I never would have found it on my own.

I pushed the door open and saw Dante.

He had thick brows, eyes that sparkled like stars, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall and looked incredibly powerful.

Every man in this building was handsome, but he was on a different level.

Doctors are usually highly educated and wealthy. This man was rich, handsome, and had a body like a god.

He was the perfect man.

I whispered to myself, "Why isn't a man like this my husband?" Every move he made radiated raw masculinity. If I were married to him, I would probably be the happiest woman alive.

I was so deprived that I couldn't stop thinking about sex the moment I saw a hot guy. I was truly going crazy.

"Hello, beautiful. Tell me about your symptoms," Dante said. He motioned for me to sit down.

I sat across from him and looked down. "I've been moody and I can't sleep. My skin is dull, I have acne, and my cycle is irregular. I was hoping for some medicine."

"Let me check your pulse first."

He reached out and placed two fingers on my wrist.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"What's so funny?" I asked, curious.

Dante looked at me. "You're uncomfortable, but you aren't actually sick."

I knew that. I was just starved for affection, and it was taking a toll on my body.

But I couldn't just say that. "If I'm not sick, then what is it?" I asked, playing dumb.

Dante gave me a knowing look. "It has been a long time since you've tasted a man, hasn't it?"

I was shocked. His intuition was incredible.

I felt my face heat up. I lowered my head and said nothing.

My silence was my confession.

"Even the great philosophers said that food and sex are basic human instincts," he continued. "If your body isn't nourished, things start to go wrong."

I was dying of embarrassment. "Can... can it be fixed?"

Dante laughed with total confidence. "Of course. This is a simple issue for me. I specialize in this kind of treatment. One dose of my medicine, and you'll be good as new."

Seeing his confidence made me feel relieved.

He stood up and opened a small door on the side. "Before I prescribe anything, I need to do a detailed physical exam. Please follow me into the treatment room."

I walked in and froze.

The room looked like a luxury hotel suite with a king-sized bed.

I couldn't tell if this was a clinic or a secret club.

"Is this... the exam room?" I pointed at the bed, looking at Dante in confusion.

"Certainly," he replied.

Dante pointed to the machines near the bed. "See? The room is filled with medical equipment. Why would I have all this gear if it wasn't a clinic?"

His explanation made sense, I suppose.

"I've just never seen an exam room with such a big bed," I admitted.

"This is a private facility," Dante explained. "We focus on high-end service. The bed is large so patients can be as comfortable as possible. If you're happy, you'll come back, and we make money."

That calmed my nerves. I took off my shoes and lay down on the bed.

Dante spoke up. "It's a bit stuffy in here. I'm going to take off my coat so I can work more effectively."

Then, he slipped out of his white coat.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

When Dante took off his coat, he was completely shirtless. He was only wearing a pair of tight swimming trunks.

His muscles were solid, his torso was V-shaped, and his eight-pack was perfect. He was breathtaking.

I stared at him, my face turning bright red. A tiny bit of drool actually escaped my mouth.

I quickly wiped it away, feeling mortified. I couldn't even look him in the eye.

My heart was racing like a wild animal.

I started to have serious doubts. Was this guy really a doctor?

Medical professionals usually rely on years of experience. Dante looked like he was in his early twenties. He probably just graduated.

And what kind of doctor strips down to his underwear in front of a patient? No legitimate professional would ever do this.

As I was questioning his identity, he reached out to lift my shirt.

I jumped and grabbed the hem of my top. "What are you doing?" I demanded, trembling.

Dante didn't hesitate. "I'm practicing holistic medicine. I need to examine your abdomen and give you a therapeutic massage. I am trying to treat you!"

He had a playful, flirty look in his eyes. It didn't feel like a medical treatment.

It felt like he was trying to get me into bed.

"Is this really medical? Are you even a real doctor? Is this place legal?" I asked, panicked.

Dante turned around and grabbed his medical license and diploma. He held them up for me to see. "Does this answer your question?"

I glanced at the documents.

Dante was twenty-five years old. He was a graduate of a top-tier medical school.

He really was a doctor.

Besides, Lydia sent me here. She was my best friend. She wouldn't send me somewhere dangerous.

I figured I was just being paranoid.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Dante," I muttered.

He didn't make a big deal out of it. "Let's continue then," he said with a smile.

"Okay."

Dante reached out and lifted my shirt, exposing my entire stomach.

He poured some essential oil into his hands. He rubbed them together and then started massaging my belly.

I came for a check-up, and now I was getting an oil massage.

I was so confused.

Was this a spa or a hospital? Was Dante a doctor or a male model?

His technique was incredible. Every time his palms touched my skin, he hit a spot that made my toes curl.

I had been lonely for so long, and Dante was so attractive.

In less than three minutes, my body responded. I turned beet red and my muscles began to quiver.

I was so embarrassed to be reacting this way in front of a stranger.

But it got even worse.

Dante's hands felt like they had magic in them. My stomach felt hot, and a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

I bit my lip hard, trying to stay silent.

Dante picked up the pace. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't. I let out a loud, high-pitched gasp right to his face.

How could I make such a sound in front of a man I just met?

I wanted to jump off the bed and run home immediately.

This was beyond humiliating!

I pulled the blanket over my face. "Dr. Dante, please stop. Can we try a different treatment?"

Dante chuckled. "I was just about to finish the massage anyway. Now, let's move to the next stage."

I was wearing a button-down shirt. He suddenly grabbed the fabric and yanked.

Buttons flew everywhere. Dante looked down at me with a gaze full of desire.

"Ah!"

I screamed and covered my chest. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm curing you, obviously!" Dante said.

"Nobody treats a patient like this!" I yelled, getting angry.

Dante leaned down. He cupped my face with both hands and pressed his body against mine. Our faces were inches apart.

"You're suffering because you lack intimacy," he whispered. "I am here to give you exactly what you need. Isn't that the best medicine?"

At that moment, I knew the truth.

This place used the clinic as a front. It was actually a high-end club for women.

Dante wasn't acting like a doctor; he was acting like an escort.

The license he showed me was probably a fake.

I was starving for a man's touch. Dante was young, fit, and gorgeous. To me, he looked like the perfect escape.

Part of me wanted to just go with it. I wanted to let him take care of me and satisfy my cravings.

But I was a married woman. If I did this, I would be betraying my husband.

I didn't want to be a cheater.

Plus, my husband was wonderful to me in every other way. He was kind and did everything I asked.

I wanted the physical satisfaction, but I felt a wave of guilt.

I was trapped in a internal struggle. My body wanted one thing, but my conscience wanted another.

I didn't know what to do.

I was stuck in a loop of indecision. Meanwhile, Dante's hands were already unhooking my bra.

"No... stop!"

I tried to block his hands.

"Why stop? Don't tell me you don't like this," Dante said, smiling at me.

To be honest, I liked it a lot.

But I shook my head anyway. "I'm married. My husband is... he's a good man."

Dante scoffed. "A man who can't satisfy his wife isn't much of a man at all. He doesn't deserve someone as beautiful as you."

I looked at him, surprised. "How do you know about my husband?"

Then it hit me. Lydia.

She was the one who sent me here. She knew exactly what this place was.

"Did Lydia tell you about my situation?" I asked.

"Of course," Dante replied.

"Lydia is your best friend. She didn't want to see you wasting your youth in a sexless marriage. She wanted you to feel alive again."

He continued, "She tried to tell you to divorce him or find someone else, but you wouldn't listen. So, she came up with this plan."

Dante leaned in closer. "I'm the top-rated guy here. She paid a fortune for my time just for you. You really have a great friend."

Knowing that Lydia had arranged this made me stop fighting. I decided to just let it happen.

Before things went too far, I asked one last question.

"How does Lydia know about a place like this? Is she...?"

"She's one of our most frequent clients," Dante answered.

A regular client?

I had no idea Lydia was living this kind of secret life.

"Her husband is fine. Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she wants more excitement. She wants to enjoy her life while she's still young," Dante said.

Lydia and I had been best friends forever. We always did everything together.

If she was doing this, then why shouldn't I? If she wasn't staying loyal, why should I suffer in silence?

I decided to stop overthinking. I wanted to be happy and wild just like her.

I let go of my guilt completely.

Dante's strong hands gripped my waist. He moved with power and broke through my final defenses.

After three years of emptiness, I finally felt the rain in my desert.

The sensation was overwhelming. I felt a level of satisfaction I had never known before.

For the first thirty minutes, it was pure bliss. But I didn't realize how much stamina Dante had. He had no intention of stopping.

"I can't... please, stop!"

I swiped at his chest, trying to get a break.

But he just gave me a wicked grin. He pinned my arms to the bed with his heavy frame.

I couldn't move an inch.

He began another round of intense passion.

I had no control over the situation anymore. It felt a bit shameful, but that shame only made it more thrilling.

Dante pushed me past my limits. He took me to places I didn't know existed.

My cries filled the room. I'm pretty sure I scared the birds away from the window outside.

Dante earned his title as the top guy. He was incredible.

I was absolutely addicted to him.

Dante's body was built for this. He was a force of nature.

He didn't let me go for two full hours.

When he finally finished, he lay next to me, breathing heavily but looking satisfied.

As for me?

I was shaking like a leaf. I felt like a puddle of melted candy on the bed.

I had blacked out a few times. My eyes had rolled back, and the sheets were soaked through.

Even though I looked like a mess, he had given me an experience that was out of this world. It felt like I had touched the stars.

I was beyond satisfied. I was in love with the feeling.

We stayed in bed for a while, cuddling. Before I left, we exchanged numbers.

"Come back and see me soon," Dante whispered playfully. "I'll give you a discount next time."

I smiled and nodded.

When I left the clinic, I didn't go home. I went straight to Lydia's place.

Lydia saw the glow on my face and laughed. "I haven't seen you smile like that in years. I guess the doctor's treatment worked?"

I gave her a huge hug. "It was amazing. Thank you so much, Lydia. I finally feel like a real woman. I finally know what true pleasure feels like."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. You're satisfied just with Dante?"

Before I got married, I had two boyfriends. One was a college basketball captain, and the other was a competitive swimmer.

They were athletes and very fit.

I had slept with both of them, and they were good. But they couldn't even compare to Dante's pinky finger.

To me, Dante was the peak of manhood.

But Lydia made it sound like there was more.

"You mean... there's someone even better?" I asked, wide-eyed.

Lydia didn't answer directly. "Do you want to find out?"

When it comes to these things, once you cross the line, there's no going back. One time becomes two, and two becomes a hundred.

I had already betrayed my husband. My moral compass was broken. It didn't matter if I did it once or a dozen times now.

"Yes, I want to," I said without hesitation.

Lydia smirked. "The next one I have for you is way better than Dante. You could barely handle one guy today. If I gave you the next one now, you might not survive. Let's wait three days."

"Fine," I agreed.

For the next three days, I couldn't focus on work. All I could think about was Lydia's promise.

What could be better than Dante? I was dying to know.

Every second felt like an hour.

When the third day finally arrived, I met Lydia.

She told me to go back to the same clinic and gave me a specific room number.

I dressed in my sexiest outfit and did my makeup perfectly. I was buzzing with excitement as I reached the door.

I pushed it open, eager to see this masterpiece of a man.

But the room was empty.

He wasn't there yet.

I sat on the bed, my heart thumping against my ribs.

Ten minutes later, I heard footsteps in the hall.

He was here!

I stared at the door, holding my breath.

The door creaked open, and a man walked in...