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 always very constipated as a child. Luckily, I had a mother who believed in enemas. I remember very little about the ones she gave me, except for the embarrassment. This feeling was heightened one day, when for some reason she had my sister hold the bag while I took it: I not only got embarrassed, I got hard.

When I went away to college, I thought my enemas were over, but of course I still got constipated. When I was so plugged up I couldn’t bear it anymore, I would give myself one. Very unsatisfying it was, too.

One day, I got the bag ready, and the nozzle greased up, when my girlfriend showed up. I left the bag in the bathroom, which was the first place she headed, really needing to pee. When she came out holding up the bag, and asking what this was all about, I almost came on the spot. My heart was pounding, and I could hardly speak, I was so embarrassed, and so turned on. (more…)

We were married on the Saturday afternoon after Thanksgiving, and we were anxious to leave the reception and get away. It was about a three hour drive, and we wanted to stop and get groceries as we were going to my family’s summer home on Long Beach Island for our secluded honeymoon.

 The drive was uneventful, and we stopped to get groceries, beverages, and other necessities, and soon arrived at the shore home.  A bottle of champagne and a joint later found us firmly in a night of torrid lovemaking.

 I awoke to the sounds of a full blown nor’easter and a thoroughly dismal and rainy day. Liz was sleeping soundly and I let her be while I proceeded to make coffee and contemplate the churning, November ocean. After about a half hour, I heard stirring upstairs, and in a few minutes, Liz joined me in the kitchen.

 ”Good morning, sweetheart!” I cheerfully greeted my bride as she came into the kitchen wearing an oversized sweatshirt and white anklets to keep her feet warm. “and how is me lovely wife today?”

 (and lovely she was. Although a petite woman, she was a natural redhead with a perfectly proportioned body; full c-cup breasts and a well curved rear)

 She returned my glance. “Not so hot, I’m afraid.” A painful grimace came across her face. “My stomach is turning cartwheels.”

 ”Have you tried going to the bathroom?”, I inquired. (more…)