May i ask babyWOW! Talk about being overwhelmed...
I had to go to my doctor's surgery to get xray results this morning. I took hubby with me (I was a little apprehensive of the results but everything was good) and we waited outside the room in a corridor. My surgery keeps changing doctors and I hadn't seen the doctor with the name on the door. My name came up on the screen for me to enter so I and my hubby went in.
The doctor was from Africa. Tall, good looking and, as he talked to me and my husband it was obvious he was charming too. First thing he asked my hubby was 'has she been a good girl?'.
He was being complimentary and funny and smiling and talking...to me. Joking with ME.
The first real question he asked me I couldn't think straight; I was totally flustered and stuttered over my words trying to get a coherent answer out of my mouth. I apologized...but then I blurted out the reason why I was flustered with a giggle 'It's because you're REALLY good looking'.
The doctor, as I found out afterwards, looked at my hubby, as if apologizing for having this effect on me or feeling awkward that my hubby was there to witness this confession. Hubby just shrugged in reply. I had to stand and let the doctor feel the area of my back that I was feeing a little sore (he was touching me). I did my best to listen to what the doctor was saying and got some composure but, when we'd finished the consultation he asked if we had any more questions. I just blurted out (and this makes me cringe too) 'Yeah. Can I have your phone number?'. IT WAS A JOKE!! My husband (and all the actions of my hubby during this time were told to me by him after the event; I had no idea what he was doing. For all I knew, he wasn't in the room.) apologized as we got up and said goodbye.
I was laughing as I left. So was hubby. He was ok with me being flustered by the doctor, just like he knows of my celebrity crushes, but as we were walking away (still trying to regain composure- took me about 20 minutes) I said, 'I REALLY have a thing for black men'. He laughed with me as we walked on and he joked with me about me suddenly coming up with new ailments.
I can't believe how out of control I felt in that doctor's presence.
I was pleased that my husband didn't get jealous (we kissed a few times as we laughed and walked - we're still in that cycle of me being turned on by my talking to site members and he reaping my horny benefits when he gets home) so maybe I can keep at it a little; bring up the doctor and Idris and Anthony a little more, make a comment to him if I see a black man I like the look of.
I'm still feeling giddy from the experience though...I'll have to have a little lie down before I do ANYTHING else.
Surgery for what