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There are times when I am frequently called away from home to remain out of town for an extended stay. In order to be comfortable and not stranded in a motel room for weeks on end, I made the acquaintance of one of my out of town co-workers and I “rent” a spare room in his house. He is an older gentleman, semi-retired, and retained by the company to be called in when needed. His house is very nice and I am more than comfortable in the room that I “rent”.
For quite a while, he had been mentioning to me that a “girl” down the street comes by and looks after the place, does the cleaning and laundry, and runs errands for him. This “girl” is actually about my age, mid-30′s, and is a single parent doing the best that she can to recover from an abusive marriage. He commented to me that she works at the local hospital after having recently completed a nursing program at the local community college. You can bet that made my ears perk up! Yet, I had never met her, so all I had to go on was what my mind would create. At least until recently. (more…)
Maggie and I had been fighting about all sorts of stuff for the entire week and now it was Friday night. It seemed the weekend was doomed. I don’t know what possessed Maggie to do what she did next, but I will always remember this night. In a “don’t mess around with me” voice, she told me to take off my clothes and lie across her knee. This seemed a lot better prospect than the fight we were having and I thought it might get us going in a different direction so I complied. While I was taking off my clothes, I saw her get the KY and grease up a finger. Although I was beginning to have second thoughts, I followed her direction. When I lay down across her knees she let her greased finger play around my opening in a teasing manner.
She asked, “how does this feel you bad little boy?”
I had to answer honestly and said, “It feels good. A lot better than our fighting.”
Suddenly her teasing turned into a mighty thrust as her lubricated finger invaded me and filled me up. She poked me in and out for a few good strokes and then just left her finger lie still buried deep inside me. (more…)
Dr. Gunther Seligmann’s great preoccupation with sex led him to invent various techniques and appliances, and these were invariably tested out on unsuspecting patients at his clinic in Marylebone. Ostensibly the clinic was no more than an ordinary nursing home for better-off patients under the supervision of Sister Johnson, but a number of rooms were reserved for special patients’ introduced by Dr. Seligmann. Apart from his medical degrees, Seligmann was also a something of a psychologist at a time when psychology was in its infancy, and in his hands it became simply a means of getting patients in to his power rather than a scientific discipline.
The daughter of a rich landowner who was having sexual problems in her marriage had been introduced to Dr. Seligmann at a country fete and she had been persuaded, by her husband assenting, to put herself in the doctor’s hands. Most conveniently for Dr. Seligmann she entered the clinic about the time he completed his first prototype of his ‘fucking machine’.
The doctor knew that the formidable looking prototype would probably frighten the girl if she was introduced to it prematurely so he decided to try out some other stimulating techniques for a few days before showing the machine to her.
‘Your trouble is undoubtedly frigidity,’ he told the girl whose name was Catherine, ‘but the difficulty is finding the cause it, whether it is merely physical or whether it had psychological origins.’ He was speaking to her as she lay on the couch in his study.
‘First of all I think I had better examine you, my dear,’ he said. ‘Will you take off your knickers? (more…)
Kevin glanced at the white van that was parked in front of his residence, but was too tired from his trip to really worry about it. Couldn’t be company for him. He opened the door and lugged his suitcases inside. While he stood debating whether to take them to the bedroom and unpack, or just drop them by the door till the morning, his doorbell rang.
Sighing, he opened the door to see a young woman in a freshly starched nurse’s uniform. She smiled at him, her gray eyes twinkling.
“I’m here to give you your treatment,” she announced.
“There must be a mistake,” Kevin said, sort of wishing that this young lady really was there for him. She carried a large bag, and behind her on the porch was some sort of folding table on wheels.
“No mistake, Kevin,” she said with an even broader smile. “A friend of yours arranged this as a welcome home surprise. I’m Brynne. May I come in?” Kevin blushed. Linda had made some joking comment about ordering him an enema for his return home, but he hadn’t believed she was serious. Nervously, he let the woman in and helped her move the table to the bathroom. It wouldn’t quite fit inside, so they unfolded it in the hallway outside. The table looked like something a masseuse would use. It’s padded top was waterproofed. Brynne took a flannel sheet from her bag and began to spread it out on the table. (more…)
When John woke up at 9 p.m. he knew that something was wrong. The lights were on when he woke, and he vaguely realized that that was very unusual. After all, he always turned out the lights when he went to bed. Fuzzy memories of a party bubbled up from the murkier parts of his mind, and he realized that he had a headache to match. Of course, that was it. They’d thrown a party, and he’d gotten smashed. So he’d forgotten to turn off the lights. Sure. He probably had a lot of cleaning up to do… Oh, God, this was the worst hangover he’d ever had. Even his legs hurt…
He slowly opened one eye to see if the world anything like the last time he saw it. That was a mistake. He quickly closed the eye again, realizing something was seriously wrong. He’d been known to wake up in quite a few places, but this was definitely a first. He opened his eyes again, looked around. The hospital room was mostly white, and sterile and anonymous as such rooms usually are. The room contained a single bed with clean, white sheets. The bed contained John.
Confusion ruled. What the hell – he had been partying, and the next thing he knew was lying in some hospital with pain in his legs, his head, and in most of the rest of his anatomy. What had happened? (more…)
I met a woman over the Internet.
When I “saw” her online, I struck up a conversation. We chatted about how she’d gotten interested, and her experiences. I suggested meeting in a safe/public place, and she accepted. We met a few days later for Italian food, at a small place she suggested on the south side of town. I was taken by her long blonde hair, classic face, and curvaceous but athletic body. Dinner was excellent, and we conversed in low tones.
It’s hard to talk discreetly about enemas and rectal temperatures during dinner in a public spot, so we chatted about mutual hobbies, with occasional oblique references to THE hobby. It turned out that she had a major fantasy about over-the-lap rectal temperatures. I suggested finding a park for a bit of car chat after dinner, but she wanted to get home. I walked her to her car, and produced a surprise. Handing her a thermometer, I suggested she try it. We shook hands, and parted. (more…)
I have been practicing medicine in the same town for about ten years now. Since my specialty is proctology I do not see a lot of young people. Of course I do get the occasional forty year old hypochondriac who is convinced that a bout of constipation is a sure sign that they are dying of colon cancer or some other exotic disorder. But other than that life in this particular specialty is pretty dull. At least until a week ago. One of the partners in our group practice said he had a relative visiting who was having some rectal pain and asked if I could have a look at her. I guessed that this would be one of his older relatives that he was having for the weekend, I told him to send her in and I would check her out.
About an hour later his twenty one year old niece Shannon came to my office. I asked if she had driven her aunt or someone over, she said no. She was the patient. Shannon was a attractive girl whom I had met several time before when her family was visiting my partner Tom. Shannon had tears in her eyes at the thought of needing a rectal exam, but she said the pain was getting worse and she couldn’t put it off any longer. I asked her what type of problem she was having and I assured her that I would make her as comfortable as possible. (more…)
Hi, its me Melanie, I know its been a long time since writing, but I thought that at eighteen I would have outgrown this kind of thing. Life’s been pretty shitty since mom and dad split up. Sis and I are leaving for a boarding school in a few weeks and I hate the idea. Dad’s job keeps him away most of the time, and mom says she needs some time to herself. Maybe it won’t be so bad once we get there, but it’s starting off terribly. Last week mom got a notice in the mail reminding her that all students that will be participating in sports or cheerleading must have a doctor’s release before arriving at school. Mom called our family doctor, a man I do not like at all, and made an appointment. The following week I went for my checkup and had the worst, most humiliating day of my life. (more…)
I am a registered nurse in a busy clinic in Nevada. We specialize in administering physicals and doing in-office surgical procedures, such as vasectomies, minor cosmetic work, etc. We have become so busy that the lead physician now allows the senior nurses (of which I am one) to administer sport and employment physicals. Since no one in the clinic knows that I am a lesbian, I am assigned female patients.
Not too long ago, an 18 year old senior girl came in for a sport physical for her cheerleading squad. She was very pretty – 5’7″, 125 lbs., C-cup breasts, narrow waist, and slightly flaring hips. She had a nice tan and appeared to be in good physical condition – her blond hair was smooth and shiny while her blue eyes were clear.
I instructed her to remove all her clothing except for her brassiere and panties. I stayed in the room to prepare for the physical and watched her undress out of the corner of my eye. She slipped off her white blouse after taking off her sandals. She then lowered her jean shorts. She looked very attractive in her white bra and flowered panties.
She came over and sat on the exam table without my needing to tell her to do so. Thus, I began the exam. I showed her a chart of the female body and pointed out what I would be examining during each phase of the exam. I began with the head. I examined her eyes, ears, nose, throat, etc. I then moved to her neck, explaining to her what I was doing as I was doing it. (more…)
He walked out from the back of the office suite, tall, with brown curly hair set off by the clean, white coat, and approached the reception desk. Right behind him, his last patient of the morning, a perky-looking brunette, tight curls touching the collar of her coat, long legs leading the eye down to high heels, an electric smile on her pixie face.
“I’ll see you next year, Sherrie,” Kyle said, smiling as she passed. She beamed back. “See you, Dr. Browning!”
She swung breezily out the door, and, the waiting room empty for lunch, I turned to Kyle.
“I still think you have one of the best jobs on earth,” I said, smiling as I shook his hand.
“It’s really not all that you seem to think, Jack,” my brother said, smiling back. “You’re looking at the college co-ed crowd I get, but you seem to miss all the middle-aged couch potatoes with…” he was interrupted by the pager on his belt.
“Damn,” he said, and walked around the desk to the phone. He held the receiver to his ear, pounded in a number and spoke in clipped tones for a minute or so to someone on the other end. He hung up.
“Jack, I know we’ve been trying to schedule this lunch for months now, but I’ve got to be over at the hospital, about five minutes ago. My receptionist called in sick today. Can you do me a HUGE favor and hold down the phones for me till I get back? I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
“Well, I guess…”
“Thanks!” he said, and like a tornado was out the door, overcoat in hand, lab coat slung onto the front desk before I could ask any of the questions that came to mind, like “how long will you be gone?” or “don’t you have an answering service?”
I confess, even at the time it felt foolish, but I couldn’t resist. I put the white coat on, just to see what it felt like. Me, a 34 year old man, playing dress-up.
So, there I am, in the white coat, sitting in the swivel chair at the desk in the waiting room when the door opens. Ready to be thoroughly embarrassed, I shoot bolt upright in my chair, expecting to see my brother’s laughing face…
When in walks a blond goddess. Tall, lean, with long honey-blond hair almost halfway down her back. She’s wearing tight jeans, and a clingy green turtleneck that shows off a fabulous body. She’s obviously in a hurry as she rushes to the desk. “Doctor, I really need your help. I just transferred to Woodward College, and I’m supposed to start today and they’re telling me there’s a health form I need and they never sent it to me…” (more…)Newer Posts »