Adam lay in his hospital bed and gazed bleakly at the ceiling. This was turning out to be the very worst Christmas of all – appendicitis, of all things, had stricken him down a couple of weeks before the festive season. He had endured stoically the ritual humiliations, the rectal examination and being shaved by a grinning male orderly who had added insult to injury by saying that it didn’t really matter if the razor slipped because a Catholic priest had no particular use for that appendage. Adam had tried to explain that he wasn’t a priest, he was just a student who wouldn’t take the first step into Holy Orders for several months, but the man had just scowled at the attempt to spoil his joke. (more…)

I graduated from nursing school in 1984. Part of any nursing program includes learning how to do physical assessment. Most schools teach you to everything but pelvic and rectal exams on other students – mannequins were used instead. We were tested on all aspects of the exam and our instructors suggested that we practice on each other and on our significant others.

Angie, my 19 year old girlfriend at the time, was very helpful and somewhat naive (a great combination). She was always willing to allow me to practice procedures on her body. She was very pretty – about 5’5, 115 lbs., with light brown shoulder length hair that curled in at the tips. Anyway, I don’t think she realized that gynecological examinations were part of my training. (We hadn’t even had full blown sex at that time – just some petting). When I told her that I needed to do a complete gyn exam on her she became very reticent. She was also very embarrassed. She said that she had never had a gyn exam and that her doctor had only looked at the outside of her “privates”. (more…)

My fantasy starts with my favorite nurse coming In to change my dressing a few days after the operation. She’s tall, has the most gorgeous hair and a beautiful figure. I’ve been eyeing her for some days and get a hard on just thinking about having sex with her.

On this particular day she comes into my private room. After closing the curtains to make the place completely private, she pulls down the bedclothes and says she wants to look at my wound to see If it’s healing well. (more…)

“I say, sir, are you all right?”

The trumpeting ceased and was replaced by a silence into which crept tendrils of a smell so foul that it was almost impossible to imagine that it had emanated from Squadron Leader Bigglesworth. Algy winced – once again Ginger had reverted to type and his blunt Yorkshire nature had shown itself. Surely, by now, he ought to realise that senior officers, like Royalty, were not subject to the same attributes of the flesh as ordinary mortals. Had Ginger been any sort of gentleman, he would have ignored the matter.

Ginger caught the odour and his apprehension increased. Could it be gangrene?

“I say, sir, if you’re ill, you really ought to see the MO. I mean to say, we need you. England needs you!”

Biggles smiled to himself. Trust Ginger to get straight to the point.

“Well, old chap, I haven’t been getting my share of the thunderbox of late. You know how it is – hours sitting in the cockpit, then a quick refuelling and back to fighting the Hun. Never seem to get the chance…”

Ginger felt a surge of sympathy for this leader of men, this tireless warrior, who was prepared to endure any discomfort in his defence of King and Country.

“If you like, sir, I could cut along to the dispensary and get you some number nines.”

“I’m afraid it’s beyond that stage, old chap. I’ve been swallowing bucketfuls of the wretched things and all they have given me is this blasted wind. Damn bad show, especially in the cockpit. Needs drastic action – only the good old botty pipe will sort it out.” (more…)

I was getting pretty bored sitting on the bench in the corridor outside the nurse’s office, watching the red light that told me that she was busy. Normally, when I got here this early, there was nobody about and I got my enema straightaway.

I considered skipping the whole thing, but I really needed to ace today’s SATs and I wanted to get rid of the build-up of tension and frustration and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before tackling them – the maelstrom of college application started straight after summer vacation and I really did want a major league college place if only to prove to my father that I could do it.

It might seem strange that a eighteen year old guy was voluntarily taking an enema. It all started when I was fourteen and had been talked into going to boarding school by my dad. This place was his old school, and he attributed a lot of his success to the education he had received here. I was pretty doubtful at first, but he described the place in such glowing terms that I eventually agreed to try it. Much to my surprise, his description had been 100% accurate – it was a good school, the teachers were first class and my fellow students were good guys. The only problem, of course, was an enforced celibacy – at the age where my peer group at home were screwing themselves silly, I was still very much a virgin. That hadn’t seemed so important when I started, but now it was steadily driving me up the wall with frustration. (more…)

For a few years Stephen had become obsessed with finding out about medical fetishes .He had browsed contact magazines, medical dictionaries you name it any thing to do with medical procedures of a gynecological nature he was exploring and trying to find out more!

He started to broach the subject with his wife after they had been together for about three years and to his surprise she confessed to an interest in that scene but to a lesser degree.

Stephen was over the moon with excitement when Louise suggested that one night they might play some games!

Louise decided that they must get some proper equipment

“if we are going to do the job properly! “She declared one evening over a drink.

Stephen was set the task of finding some suppliers to provide the list of ‘equipment’ that his wife had asked for.

The next day when he arrived at work, he found an envelope in his jacket pocket, it was written in his wife’s hand writing on the back was a message ‘open this only when you are alone’ .

He could not wait to see what was in it (more…)

I was 18  year old boy in 1966 and boy was I naive….

We had a neighbor lady named Jean. She had a husband by the name of Everett that was a nasty foul mouthed hick from the sticks. Growing up all of the kids in the neighborhood hated the guy. My mother and Jean were pretty good friends and Jean would tell mom how nasty Everett was and how he was always treating her like dirt.

In the summer of 66 he was killed driving a truck loaded with blasting powder, I don’t know whether it exploded or not but the kids in the neighborhood were talking that it had. ??????

Jean didn’t drive so my mom would take her places, shopping, paying bills, etc. I enjoyed driving and was willing to drive anybody anywhere. Jean was asking mom to drive her places a lot and since she had other things to do, mom would ask me.

After about two weeks of driving Jean around we got pretty well acquainted. She was 41 at the time and seemed as though she was a lot older. Not now!!!!!!!!!

One evening after taking her to the drug store and bank she ask me if I wanted some ice tea. I said I did and went into the house with her. She made a lot of small talk about a lot of things I don’t remember but she did ask me if I would give her my opinion on something. I said of course. She left the den and went into another part of the house and returned a few minutes later wearing a baby blue short nightie with ruffled panties. They were the bloomer type panties. I was a little shocked to say the least and even with the ice tea right there, had the driest mouth in the world. I could have spit cotton. She ask me if I thought she was pretty and I could say nothing other than un huh! (more…)

As you enter the door, the room is dark, you hear the mellowing music and the strong smell of incense fills your nostrils. The room lit, only by candle light seems very dark to your unadjusted eyes. I watch you from a shadow knowing you can’t see me, your eyes scan the room for me. You notice the over stuffed pillows on the floor and in the corner something you can’t make out, a large object. You hear my voice sternly say, you’ve kept me waiting, you know I don’t like that.

Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?

As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!! (more…)

It had been a hard day. The drive home didn’t hold any hope for much better. The freeway traffic stopped and started in the usual spots, but tonight it was going especially slow. John kept punching the buttons on his car radio in a futile effort to ease the frustration of the traffic. No luck. His mind drifted to his new friend, Karen. He met Karen on an airplane last month. They hit it off immediately and started dating. Tonight he was going over to her place for dinner and spend the evening. The traffic was causing him to be late. More buttons. More traffic. Finally he came to the exit that led to Karen’s house. John arrived at her house a half hour late.

He rang the bell. Karen answered with a smile. John saw she was wearing bib-overall shorts and maybe nothing else. Beneath the denim was only Karen’s soft skin. He could see her shoulders and gentle outline of her breasts before they disappeared under the denim. She had cut her hair short, shorter than his. He admired her new hair style. He explained about the traffic. Karen assured him she understood.

“Take off your shoes John,” She said and left the doorway foyer and disappeared down the hall. Even though he had seen her breasts before he looked for her breasts as she turned but the denim did its job. John felt a tinge of an erection.

He took off his shoes leaving them near the door and followed her trail to the hall.

“I like your new hair cut,” He said.

He turned to go down the hall when he saw her. Without smiling Karen said, “Time for your enema.” In one hand she was holding an enema bag slightly above her breast. In the other hand she was holding a nozzle vertically. A white tube formed a parabola connecting the two. (more…)

Last night before going to sleep, I fantasized a story. This morning, while I was infusing, retaining, and finally evacuating a delightfully warm, two liter enema, I worked the story out in my mind. With the exception of the fact that there was a Social Worker’s Conference in Madison, Wisconsin in 1983, it’s all fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

Pam graduated the University of Wisconsin Madison in 1981 with a Masters in Social Work and took a position with Milwaukee County. In 1983, The State organized a conference at UW Madison in late August after Summer session had finished. The organizers did very well in setting up a complicated five-day program for several hundred attendees. They reserved one large dormitory for double occupancy and contracted cafeteria personnel to serve three meals a day. Campus medical facilities and all other essentials were kept open, as well.

In an effort to encourage people to make new contacts in the field, the organizers set up the room mates; no one got to choose. In fact, the committee took care to put same sex people of different ages and backgrounds together. (more…)

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