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- Late Night Visit to the ER
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- Nurse Kitty
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- Tabitha, the Naughty Nurse
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- The Cripple and the Nurse
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- Rick’s Stroke of Luck
- Anal Sex
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- Enema Humor
- Enema Stories
- Erotic Enema
- Erotic Fantasy
- Female Patient and Female Doctor
- Medical Fantasy
- Medical Story
- Medical Testing
- Nurse Story
- Punishment Enema
- Rectal Thermometer
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“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…)