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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…)
You’re standing in the doorway to my bedroom, completely unclothed – completely naked – completely filling my senses with the desire to please you….no, make that the desire to give you total pleasure. Seated in the center of the bed, I motion for you to join me, to stretch yourself across my lap so that we can begin a great and varied journey of the senses.
Settling you face down before me, I trap your already stiffening cock between my thighs, your upturned bottom directly before me, awaiting the beginning of the realization of your most intimate fantasy. And you will not have long to wait, as I reach to retrieve a small bowl of warm olive oil from amongst a variety of items that have been prepared and await the moment of their use atop a bedside table. Dipping my fingers into the warm oil, I first anoint the small of your back, gently massaging and relaxing the tension from your muscles. More oil on my fingers, and this time, I knead small circles into your backside, working closer and closer to the vertical ‘smile’ that still holds my destination a secret.
One last time my fingers sweep through the oil, and now they slide easily between the crease of your buttocks, massaging deeply as I spread you, the tip of my index finger at least coming to rest ever so lightly against the rosebud of your ass. An involuntary tightening meets my touch, and my other hand continues a massage at the center of your back as that one finger resting at the opening to the core of your body starts a gentle press, requesting entry. (more…)
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…)
I have just passed the half century mark in my life and I have been an enema aficionado all of my life it seems. I started when I was thirteen and my Mother gave me my first one. Over her lap, caring and gentle and full effective to my bowel to make it move. I fell in love with them during the ensuing year because it seemed that she gave them to me on a regular basis to insure that I felt good. I found that after the year of getting them, I desired them and so I sought out the enema bag at each and every bath time. It was kept in the linen closet wrapped up in a towel and so I would take it out and give myself enemas each time I could take the time. MY mother was very careful to allow me all of the bath time I needed in those early days. Growing into manhood, I like the enemas and continued them during High School, but could never find a female to accommodate me for my needs of feeling the warm flowing water filling my ass and the pressure it generated within me to sexually arouse me. When I married, it was for lust and I soon found out that she did not care for, or even like the idea of enemas or even anal play. After my divorce, and my decision to stay single for the remainder of my life, I came to the conclusion that enemas must be part of any relationship that I would try to evolve in the next few years. I was determined to insure that some way, any way, that the enemas I desired from a wanting female would be accomplished. Therefore, the following is my first encounter with the warm and caring enema that can be given as part of the sexual foreplay that I have always desired. (more…)
Sitting at the motel room desk, I heard the knock on the door. I excused myself to the folks online, saying that my “patient” had arrived. Answering the door, I found her about as she’d described herself. Let’s call her voluptuous and kind of cute, and leave it at that for anonymity’s sake.
As I invited her into the room, I reviewed what she’d told me: Mid-twenties; nursing school grad; bought an enema bag recently for the fun of it; only tried a few men before meeting me, and none who’d given her an orgasm.
She came in the room, and mentioned how nervous she was. I put on a stethoscope, and listened under her shirt a bit. Then, I peeled that off, worked the stethoscope around the outside of her bra. Unfastening the bra, I then ran the chilly stethoscope head over her nipples to wake them up. I followed this by having her lie back, hands behind her head, for a fairly conventional, if somewhat slow, breast exam. I spiralled inward on each breast, admiring the shape. With each one, as a finish, I pinched the nipple lightly to check for fluid. As it turned out, her breasts were normal.
Done with her breasts for the moment, I gently palpated her abdomen working downward. As I worked lower, I slowly unzipped her jeans, to begin checking her pubic area. She’d gotten inspired the other day to shave herself, and I reassured her that this did, in fact, make things look more interesting down there. (more…)