Julie Fox worked as a doctor in an E.R. of a hospital. She was just 2 years out of med school and was working at least 60 hours a week. Julie was not your regular drab looking female doctor, she looked after her body quite well. She was 5′ 10″ and worked out when she could. Her long wavy blond hair went just past shoulder length. She had a 38D 24 36 body.

All through medical school, she was pestered by men trying to hit on her. She kept her mind off men by studying hard, and her results were just reward for her efforts. Any spare time she had was spent working out at the gym or swimming. Her long interest in biology and medicine, meant she ate the right foods. With her exercise and her diet, she had a body most people would die for.

The emergency room however was taking Julie to the limit. She was finding less and less time to work out, and ate whatever and whenever she could. The long nights were proving to be very difficult, and it was beginning to show on her face. The experience she was getting however, was second to none, and that was all that kept her going.

Mid week was the least busiest, and this Tuesday night was dead. That made for a change because she usually did weekend nights.

It was 12:30 am, on a cold November night when a young woman walked into the ER. There were 2 doctors on that night and a handful of nurses. Julie was catching up on some sleep, while the other male doctor was left minding the fort with 2 other nurses, one male one female.

The woman who just walked in was 5′ 8″, and a brunette. She was dressed in a long mack. She walked rather peculiarly up to the nurse in reception and asked : “Hi. I…err….need to see a doctor please.”

“Name and address.” The nurse asked, in her automatic mode.

“Karen Fletcher,” she replied, followed by her address.

The nurse came out with a flood of other standard questions. “Now, what’s the trouble,” the nurse asked.

“Well…err…it’s personal…” Karen blushed. “Is there a doctor present, a female doctor ?” (more…)

Dear Diary,

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…)

Now and then, my pal Al shares some of the most intimate details of his new marriage with me. We have known each other for many years, we both have been through good times and bad, and remained friends. He gets out of the house and visits “the boys” usually at a the “Brothers Bar” We had a couple of drinks and he started talking about Dawn. Dawn is more than half his age she’s in her early twenties. She is very cute and sexy. At times I think she is a little too much for him, but he loves her and is tolerant of her vain conduct Most of the time she act like a spoiled brat, often bossy and capricious. She’s about 5’7″ tall, with long straight blond hair. She constantly wears very stimulating outfits. Tight pants always emphasize her extraordinary ass. The view from the front is equally stimulating. Her pants crawl up her crack to reveal pouting pussy lips. Creamy breasts are accentuated by skimpy halter tops. Her skirts are usually short. She seems to delight in showing off her body when other men are present. I’d be lying if I said she didn’t turn me on. Her body is in prime form, no doubt about that.

Al casually mentioned that Dawn was having problems with constipation. I responded right away by saying that she should have an enema.

“I don’t think that would help her.”

“Yes, it would, definitely.”

“I don’t know to much about it She has been constipated for five days now.”

I said that, “An enema would work and give her immediate relief. A two quart bag type would be the way to go. Forget about those Fleet enemas in the grocery store.” Then to some extent I playfully suggested. “Hey, I’d be glad to give her an enema, just let me know.”

That very night I got a phone call from Al, asking me for the help I offered. (more…)

Dear Editor:

A.T.’s letter really struck a tender spot for me. I had never had a pre-employment physical before being hired for my present job, but this one time was a doozy. I’m 26, female, brunette and a professional secretary. During my last job interview my prospective boss, a handsome middle aged man, said he’d hire me (at a terrific salary) as soon as I passed the company physical. I was on cloud nine as I left and mentioned the good news to the fifth floor receptionist. I asked her about my medical exam and she smiled saying it was just a routine physical and not to worry. She suggested that I get it over with immediately and I said, O.K. Then the girl phoned downstairs to the medical office to see if I could be taken right away without a prior appointment. She hung up and said that they weren’t too busy. So the young receptionist took me personally down to the nurse’s office. (more…)