For several weeks a discreet classified advertisement had been appearing on the back pages of our community newspaper, listed under ‘Sundry Local Services.’ It was an invitation for local men to attend the new hospital’s sperm donation unit, to give samples for use in artificial insemination. I had read articles in the national media that said donation levels had slumped by as much as 40% since new legislation had come in entitling recipients (and their children) to know the identity of the donor. I clipped out the advert and slipped it in my wallet.Walking home from a football game a few weeks later, I realised that my route would be taking me past the street leading to the hospital. I decided to pay a visit. The huge entrance lobby was impressive, if slightly clinical in its all-white and shiny glass decor. I nervously approached the information desk.”How may I help you today?” a pretty young Asian receptionist enquired.Suddenly I was tongue-tied. “Er… I was, er… enquiring…” But where to start? How to discuss such an intimate matter with a total stranger. Then I remembered the ad I’d stuck in my wallet. I fished it out and furtively slid it across her desk. “I’ve called to find out about this service. Escort Yakacık I understand they need volunteers.”She gave a sweet smile of recognition and took a card from the drawer in her desk. She wrote a number on it and handed it to me. “Take the elevator in the corner to level 3, then walk along the corridor to the far end. You need Room E421. It’s on the right.”Relieved that I hadn’t needed to go into lurid details about the purpose of my visit, I thanked her and took the elevator as she had instructed. The antiseptic odour up on the third floor was pungent. Two or three patients lay in wheeled beds, awaiting transfer to wards, while most of the corridor’s other occupants were either medicos or nurses. “Why do all nurses have such trim waists and cute bums?” I mused. But there wasn’t time to reach a conclusion as I was now standing in front of E421. An anonymous pale green door, with a circular glass window inset at shoulder height. Mercifully, there was no sign announcing what went on inside. I cautiously entered.The small waiting area was empty and from behind her glass screen the unit’s receptionist looked up enquiringly. “Can I help?”I decided that my newspaper Atalar escort clipping was a useful ‘passport’, so I slid it under her screen. “Er, it’s about this. I’d like to volunteer.””Certainly sir. Would you take a seat over there. I’ll get a nurse to come out to see you.””Thank you.” Another tricky hurdle crossed. I took a seat and began perusing a car magazine. Within minutes a petite Afro Carib nurse had seated herself beside me. She crossed her slim legs and balanced a clip-board on one knee. “Hi, I’m Mandy. So you’d like to donate?””Er, yes please.””Today?””Er, why not? Yes, today, if that’s OK,” I stammered.”Sure. We’re not terribly busy at the moment. I’ve just got to take a few details, if you don’t mind? Address, next of kin, that sort of stuff.””Fire away.”The box-ticking exercise took under 10 minutes, during which time I studiously studied the black stockings cladding Mandy’s upper leg. I was already quite aroused. Not only by thoughts of her, but of how the all-important subject – namely my obligation to masturbate here in the hospital – would eventually be tackled. The lovely gamms were uncrossed with a sexy swish and she stood up. “Right, Keith, would Kadıköy escort bayan you like to follow me?” The woman positively sashayed when she walked. Poetry in motion. “Perhaps they’re trained to act sexy,” I mused, “in order to get clients good and horny.”Down a short passage lined with official notices and posters, we arrived at a crisp all-white medical examination room with a couch along one wall. My eye was caught by a big stack of porn magazines on a low table beside the couch.Mandy glanced at her clip-board. “Before you give your sample today, Keith, I have to carry out a routine STD examination. Are you happy with that?””Sure.””Would you prefer to undress fully and wear a medical gown, or just drop your slacks so I can take a look?””A gown?”She smiled mischievously. “It’s just that some guys prefer to be in the buff when they’re jerking off, if you see what I mean. It’s less restricting in a gown.””OK. I’ll try the gown, if I may.””Right, go behind the screen in the corner and park your things, while I fetch a gown.” She looked me up and down. “I guess you’ll be a large.” As she headed for the door she called back: “It’s your height I was referring to!”I had just removed my clothes when a crisp white medical gown was passed to me through the curtain. “There are two strings to tie in a bow. When you’re ready come and sit on the couch.”When I nervously emerged for my examination I found Mandy standing beside the couch, hands on hips, holding a stainless steel spatula in one hand.