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I’ve known for years that my husband has doctor’s office sex fantasies. For a long time, he has been suggesting that we play one out, but I always refused. But finally, once after we went out for a great dinner, I had had plenty of wine and was feeling really good and I thought, “Why not?” I told him I was up for it, expecting to see some of that infantile male excitement, but surprisingly enough, he was pretty cool. The only thing different I noticed was that we were not driving toward home as expected.
We ended up parking at a medical office building and the next thing I new he was leading me to the back door. It was dark inside. Amazingly enough, the back door was propped open and he led me in, carefully making sure the door remained propped. It was spooky being inside a dark building and you can believe that I was nervous about being in there! He led me up a dark stairwell, up several flights of stairs soon making me wonder why we didn’t take the elevator. Finally we emerged in a hall which was also dark but had a bit of illumination from streetlights through windows at the ends of the hall. He led me to a door and told me to go in. I immediately realized that he wasn’t coming in with me! Well, he was very reassuring, saying not to worry, just go along with things and he was going in through another door. I was quite amazed by whatever this plan was that he had! But the wine or something must have softened me up for outrageousness because I finally agreed. I watched him walk down the hall and enter another door. I wanted to see where he was headed in case I had to go find him. I wasn’t even sure if the door in front of me was unlocked! (more…)
I had been feeling rather sluggish for several weeks and finally decided that what I really needed was a good cleaning out. Though I regularly give myself enemas at home, they are never as satisfying as the ones I get from my enema nurse, Katie. For those of you who don’t know her, Katie used to operate an absolutely great enema clinic in the Los Angeles area. She is now semi-retired but still services a few of her old clients at her home. So, I called Katie and made an appointment for the next day. I would be getting two enemas plus a catheterisation. Just the thought of what would be happening the next day kept my dick in a semi-hard condition for the rest of the day.
As I lay in bed that night, before going to sleep, I played with my erection, stroking the length of my cock and rubbing the engorged head with a moistened finger. I refrained from allowing myself to come, however, saving it for the next day. I had a hard time sleeping that night as I dreamed of the upcoming session from the “enema nurse.” (more…)
I had never had any lesbian relationships before that night. Not anything that could even been considered that sort of experience. Well, maybe when I was very young and another girl my age compared chests to see if our tits were growing yet. They weren’t but she rubbed my chest and I rubbed hers in the hope that might get things started. About all I remember was the funny feeling it gave me when she did it.
I had been out with Marty and we got a little drunk. Nothing serious but we both had the giggles when we left the club and went back to her apartment. I hadn’t seen Marty in a couple years and had finally accepted her invitation for a visit. We’d been the best of friends when she left to take a new job. It seemed that we talked non-stop for hours and in the process I had too much to drink. When we finally got to her apartment we were still giggling like a couple school girls.
“Let’s get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable,” she suggested. (more…)
I had told my friend, Sue to phone if she wanted help with anything. Sue had just went through some very difficult personal problems. She wanted someone with here, any time she went out. Recently, I had been doing that and enjoyed her company.
As I arrived, Sue said, be there in a sec, which was her way of telling me she was still doing her make up or getting dressed. I replied back, ok. when Sue came into the room, wow, she looked wonderful in her tight fitting attire. I loved the way she could walk around in those five inch or six inch hi-heels. as she, floated through the hall, i knew she had her six inch heels on today. As she drew near, i could see the blue t-strap with the six inch heels, with the blue leather jeans and the white vest. Her click, clack, then click, click, was the way she walked. The closer to me she got the more my heart pounded. She turned me on, in more that one way. Her mere presence brought me a feeling of wow, but, I had never taken her to bed. I wanted to, but never did.
She said, are you ready to go, I said, sure. Then in the truck she said, I want you to do something when we get back. I should also say it is something that you might find neat. I gave a non thinking answer of, ok. (more…)
My physicians words ran through my head as I walked down the hall to the clinic.”You are pretty young to have prostate trouble. You need a regular love life. Get married.”
It was true. I was only thirty and in good health. This was … what? Surely a nuisance. In the previous week I had tried one visiting nurse and had only a tender rectum and swollen prostate to show for it. The receptionist in the glass enclosed office gave me the usual forms to fill out.
Then, a charming nurse, clipboard in hand, called my name.”John?” I arose and followed her. Her name was ‘Salle” With an “E” she informed me, smiling up into my eyes. I was captivated. Salle rustled as she walked. It was her uniform which she overfilled. Her breasts were almost peeking out of the top of the blouse and her thighs were exposed at the hemline. Her bottom filled the dress perfectly. (more…)
Our neighbors moved in 5 years ago and I knew then that I wanted to do “something” with the wife. That “something,” of course, ranged from trying to catch a glimpse of her disrobing through the window, to getting to fuck her, to maybe even playing doctor games (yeah, right! – Dream on buddy). Anyhow, at every opportunity I looked out my window which is at exactly the same level as the window to their bedroom and bathroom. Forget the bedroom; they’ve got some piece of furniture moved in the way of the window. Occasionally, however, the bathroom blind is open somewhat and I have been fortunate enough to get a glimpse of her moving around in there, but I’ve had to use my imagination to fill in the details.
Just yesterday, however, I had just walked in the door when my neighbor, Vickie, called on the telephone and asked me to come over to pick up a package that had been left there by UPS since I’m not home during the day. I jumped at the opportunity since I knew her husband wasn’t home (what an asshole he is) and I like to stand and talk to her and eye her up while thinking about all the nasty little things I could do. When I arrived, she answered the door and we started talking. After a few minutes, she invited me inside and our conversation continued. Our conversation turned to how cold it had recently gotten and the kind of winter that we might expect. She said that she hated winter because that’s when the kids always got sick. I just commented that it must be rough having to take care of sick kids and she said, “Yeah, and they hate it when you have to take their temperature.” I knew exactly what she meant, but now our conversation had entered my territory, so I asked “why”. (more…)
“Helen walked out.” Those were the first words I heard on my cell phone when I returned the page that had come in. I was standing in the grocery store parking lot. The voice was that of my 20 year old son, Hank.
“When did that happen?” I asked, not really interested, but wondering what was so important that he paged me about it. I suppose I should explain. Hank’s father is my ex-husband, Joel … we’ve been divorced for the better part of Hank’s 20 years. Helen is — was — Joel’s live-in fiancee of 5 years. Joel has always been a wonderful, caring, docile man and always did what his women told him to do. That’s why we’re no longer married. I couldn’t stand the fact that he let me and his mother and his sister walk all over him. Helen was no better. Hank refered to her as “Helen the Dominatrix.”
“Five days ago. Mom, I’m worried about Dad.” Hank went on to explain … since Helen left, Joel wasn’t eating or drinking much and he hadn’t left his bed. “Can you help him, Mom? He looks weak and his skin is kinda gray.”
Gray skin on the man with the golden tan? That’s not good. “I’m on my way, son. Stay with him and be there to let me in.” I put my groceries in the car and drove quickly to their house. The wheels were turning in my head. Could he be really ill? Or perhaps it was a heart problem … as in broken heart. Well, the only way to tell is to see him. (more…)
I was a 27 year old divorcee and the mother of a 3 year old. I was an LPN, working at the hospital during the day and going to school at night to become a Nurse Practitioner. My mother took care of my son most of the time and I hated it. I was his mother — I should be doing it. But there was no time. Some day, tho …
Bruce was a 40 year old corporate lawyer in the last throes of a messy divorce. Between his job and his soon-to-be-ex-wife, he was having major gastro problems and was in the hospital for tests. He had enough money to afford a private room. He was undergoing a complete GI series, among other things, and he wasn’t happy about it.
The day we met wasn’t a particularly good one for either of us, and it comes back vividly. I had been up most of the night with a sick child and had been studying for a test. Bruce had been poked and prodded so much that he was heartily sick of the whole mess. However, that day he was scheduled for a barium enema so he had to be good and clean, at least on the inside. I had the dubious pleasure of prepping him.
I rolled my cart, with the enema equipment on it, and a stand into the room, gave him my brightest smile and introduced myself. His response? “Get the hell out.”
My smile froze. “Something wrong?” (more…)
Gynecological exams always made me very nervous. There was always that element of vulnerability that seemed almost overwhelming. A few times it was even enough to make me skip my annual pap smear. I think most women have the same feeling prior to an appointment. You can be the sexiest, horniest, and most desirous creature on the planet and there is still something very unnerving about getting on an exam table without any clothes on, throwing a sheet over yourself, and hiking your heels into stirrups so some stranger with cold, gloved hands can stick his fingers up inside you while you just lay there and pretend to be so very interested in the strange little designs in the ceiling.
I had been trying to prepare myself for this encounter once again. I nearly skipped it to be quite honest. I took a very hot shower prior to my exam; scrubbing myself to a literal squeaky clean, clipping my pubic hairs down short across my mound and shaving smoothly from my clitoris down on both sides of my labia. I stood for a time in front of the floor length mirror looking at my body after I had put on deodorant and brushed my hair and teeth, admiring my body a little and trying to develop some semblance of self-esteem as even the thought of an exam made me feel intruded upon and foreign unto myself. (more…)
JoAnne (Jo) invited me over to her new house for lunch the other day. I have known her for about five years, but in that time, we have developed a pretty good relationship. No, it’s not a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, just a friendship. But, boys will be boys and girls will be girls, and the hormones are designed to act together. So, it would be an understatement to say that I haven’t thought about fucking her. And, every time we get together, there’s always that certain hesitation that exists – the kind of hesitation where, if we were in a romantic or even sexual relationship, it would be time to take the “next step.”
Today, things were a little different. We’ve never had any problems talking about things and Jo was telling me how she was becoming frustrated – at the dating situation where she couldn’t seem to find anybody “nice,” and purely from a sexual standpoint. If I weren’t married, and that’s why we keep our distance, I’d snatch her up in a minute! Now, from a sexual standpoint, that’s just a pure animalistic thing. Sure, I’d fuck her and she’d like for me to do it, but we know better than to do that. I asked her about masturbating and she said that even that had gotten old. Then, I told her about fantasy and fetishes, and my collection of text and video. She was curious, so I elaborated further and told her about playing doctor and especially about how I love to use the rectal thermometer… (more…)Newer Posts »