The Raunchy Rants of J.C. Cummings

 


A Woman's Secret Desire to Be Humiliated by a Man

A few months ago, after shopping at the Prudential in Boston, I was having coffee with one of my female friends from college (I’ll call her Megan), and I happened to mention that at least half of all correspondence I receive from readers comes from women.

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What About You, J.C.?

I've been writing on the subject of medical embarrassment / humiliation (among other things!) for nearly eight years now—creating story after story of shy, modest women who are humiliated to the nth degree by any man (doctor or not) lucky enough to redden her cheeks and get his hands all over her. As a result, many readers have asked me: “Well, J.C., what about you? Do you get embarrassed whenever you’re being examined by a male doctor?

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A Woman's Secret Desire to Be Humiliated by a Man

A few months ago, after shopping at the Prudential in Boston, I was having coffee with one of my female friends from college (I’ll call her Megan), and I happened to mention that at least half of all correspondence I receive from readers comes from women.

Read more »

What About You, J.C.?

I've been writing on the subject of medical embarrassment / humiliation (among other things!) for nearly eight years now—creating story after story of shy, modest women who are humiliated to the nth degree by any man (doctor or not) lucky enough to redden her cheeks and get his hands all over her. As a result, many readers have asked me: “Well, J.C., what about you? Do you get embarrassed whenever you’re being examined by a male doctor?

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