Memories of a Physiotherapy Student #01 (fm:first time, 29373 words)

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The story turned out to be longer than I expected, with the eroticism developing slowly at first. This might disappoint some impatient readers, of course, but I promise that your patience will be rewarded as the story progresses. For those of you who, like me, prefer stories with a real plot and a slowly building eroticism, I can promise that the wait will be worth it! The eroticism is rather subtle at the beginning and certain aspects of physiotherapy training still take up a lot of space. In the next part, the main character of the story will lose his virginity. From then on, the descriptions of the physiotherapy training will take a bit of a back seat, and the eroticism will be given more space.

The feedback I receive from you will be my strongest motivation to hurry up with the rest of translation but please understand that I also run a big physiotherapy practice that keeps me occupied from morning until dawn. Writing always helps me recover and relax from my fulfilling, but often stressful, work. So I'm actually positive that I won't have to keep you waiting too long.

So, enough talk. Now I hope you all have as much fun reading my story as I had writing it!

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Memories of a Physiotherapy Student #1

- A partly autobiographical story -

Prologue:

With my mood at my absolute lowest, I pushed down the lever on the mixer tap, abruptly stopping the shower. As expected, I still felt no better than the day before. Luckily, at least the mirror was completely opaque from the steam. The last thing I could have borne at that moment was the sight of my own face, distorted by shame. I really didn't need to subject myself to such a pathetic sight before breakfast!

I still felt sick thinking about yesterday's incident. I wanted to sink into the ground with shame and disappear from this planet forever. How would I ever manage to face my classmates at physiotherapy school again? I'm sure they'd secretly whisper and smirk about me when they sat with me in anatomy class later. It was unthinkable if one of them had secretly taken pictures with their smartphone. On the other hand, that was unlikely, as that would be a blatant violation of school rules and would result in immediate expulsion from the school. I don't usually believe in strict rules, but in this case they came in very handy.

Thinking about anatomy class made my stomach literally churn. Since yesterday, I'd been unable to think about anything other than my embarrassing mishap, so I'd completely forgotten to study the material that the strict Dr. Morgana, chief physician of the orthopedic clinic would be testing at the beginning of today's double lesson.

Normally, learning came easily to me. I was actually really good at anatomy, and under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have to worry about any gaps in my knowledge. But since yesterday, a state of emergency had prevailed. Anything but normal. Absolute emptiness in my mind!

Behind her back, rumors about Dr. Morgana were that she was a man-eating nymphomaniac with a particular predilection for very young men, in particular young physiotherapists and interns. It was common knowledge that she showed no mercy if someone couldn't answer her questions in

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Tsememgb writes Thu 6 Nov 2025 21:22:

A wonderful story - I have not suggestions other than please continue with your translation of the rest of it. Thanks!

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