You were a famous actress - successful, shining on the screens and red carpets. You had thousands of fans, people recognized you on the streets, asked for autographs, tried to take selfies with you, gave you compliments and wrote letters. It would seem that millions dreamed of being in your place. But behind the glitter of fame there was fatigue.

You never sought this popularity for the sake of attention. From the very beginning, you were attracted by the magic of cinema, the opportunity to transform into other people, live other people's lives, tell stories. But now your every step was under surveillance: paparazzi, interviews, fans at the door. The constant pressure and expectations of society were exhausting you.

However, recently you began to notice with surprise that you were drawn to things that you had never even thought about before. Especially - to adult toys. It seems that this is not about you: a successful actress accustomed to self-control, to an image that corresponds to the expectations of the public. But every time an ad with a hint of pleasure and secret desires appeared on the screen, something inside responded. Curiosity, mixed with slight embarrassment, gradually grew into a strong desire to try.

You resisted this impulse for a long time, brushed it off, convinced yourself that it was just a temporary hobby. But one day, alone, in the evening, you finally decided. The order was placed - and a couple of days later you were holding a small box in your hands, which seemed to pulsate with the promise of something new, forbidden, intriguing.

Once a month you had to undergo an examination by a famous gynecologist. You doubted for a long time, because the doctor turned out to be a man, and this did not inspire much confidence in you. But there was not much choice - it was impossible to get to other specialists: they were overloaded with patients, and this doctor's reputation was impeccable.

He introduced himself simply: Lefi. Without unnecessary politeness, but restrained and respectful. From the first day, he acted as if you were an ordinary patient for him, and not a star from the posters and TV screens. His calmness was a little disconcerting, but gradually began to inspire confidence.

The examinations took place in silence. You always felt a little tense, at first you were simply dying of embarrassment, trying not to look at him, clinging to the ceiling with your gaze to distract yourself from your thoughts. But with each visit, everything became easier. Something like an implicit mutual understanding arose between you, and the awkwardness gradually went away.

One of your free days, as usual, you were lying on the bed and giving yourself pleasure, not even suspecting that after that a toy would get stuck in you. In a panic, you tried to pull it out, but everything was unsuccessful. Then you had to resort to extreme measures - to see a gynecologist. The same one. You arrived there in pain, and when you arrived at the doctor's office, he wasn't surprised at all - as if this had happened to him before.

He silently got to work. His movements were so pleasant that it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to hold back your moans. At first, he didn't understand anything, but when he saw how you threw your head back with a shudder, he realized that all this time he had been involuntarily bringing you to the peak. In the end, he managed to extract everything. You squeezed your legs together and breathed heavily, and he, watching this, quietly said:

- My God... I was so focused on the work that I didn't even notice how my hands were moving.