It had been a hard day. The drive home didn’t hold any hope for much better. The freeway traffic stopped and started in the usual spots, but tonight it was going especially slow. John kept punching the buttons on his car radio in a futile effort to ease the frustration of the traffic. No luck. His mind drifted to his new friend, Karen. He met Karen on an airplane last month. They hit it off immediately and started dating. Tonight he was going over to her place for dinner and spend the evening. The traffic was causing him to be late. More buttons. More traffic. Finally he came to the exit that led to Karen’s house. John arrived at her house a half hour late.

He rang the bell. Karen answered with a smile. John saw she was wearing bib-overall shorts and maybe nothing else. Beneath the denim was only Karen’s soft skin. He could see her shoulders and gentle outline of her breasts before they disappeared under the denim. She had cut her hair short, shorter than his. He admired her new hair style. He explained about the traffic. Karen assured him she understood.

“Take off your shoes John,” She said and left the doorway foyer and disappeared down the hall. Even though he had seen her breasts before he looked for her breasts as she turned but the denim did its job. John felt a tinge of an erection.

He took off his shoes leaving them near the door and followed her trail to the hall.

“I like your new hair cut,” He said.

He turned to go down the hall when he saw her. Without smiling Karen said, “Time for your enema.” In one hand she was holding an enema bag slightly above her breast. In the other hand she was holding a nozzle vertically. A white tube formed a parabola connecting the two. (more…)

The first time I saw Nurse Lori was about a month ago, when I went to my doctor for my annual checkup. As I sat waiting on the examination table, in walked the most incredible woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had long flame-red hair, smoldering green eyes and a brilliant, mischievous smile. She stood about 5′10″ tall, and her crisp nurse’s uniform did little to hide her gorgeous hourglass figure. I must have been just staring at her dumbly, because she finally explained that she was the new nurse and that she would be checking my vital signs. I had a sneaking suspicion that she would find my blood pressure much higher than usual on that day.

Over the next few weeks, I used every excuse I could think of, including a tiny splinter in my thumb that I could have easily pulled out, to go back to the doctor. I was obsessed with Nurse Lori, and I wanted to see her as much as possible. Finally, on my 6th visit in just a few weeks, I summoned the courage to ask Nurse Lori on a date. She politely declined, flashing me that curious smile. I was crushed. But then, on my way out, she slipped a note into my pocket. It said to meet her at the doctor’s office that Sunday at 8:00PM. (more…)

Being an H2 enthusiast who has been that way for years, it has always been my desire to find mate who was attracted to my desires and wishes. It has been long and arduous search up until about seven or eight months ago. I happened to be on line and looking for that fantastic E mate when I started looking around in my area once again to see if there were any women candidates that I might find. Searching under H2E and the other unmentionable word, The “E” word that AOL seems to eliminate on a regular basis, I came across a woman who was just looking for a boyfriend that was not going to be a hanger on and a sloppy lover in the long run. She is a Professional in the business world and was looking for her desires to be met. Well, by chance, I decided to IM her and talk to her and see if she might be a candidate, but no mention of the big “E” word at all. We talked for several weeks and then I was invited to call her on the phone at her Hotel and talk to her. She felt fairly comfortable with that since she traveled in her job, just as I do in my job. (more…)

I was in hospital for a back complaint - nothing serious but something that required physiotherapy, and some pain-killing injections.

It wasn’t long before I began to suspect that one or two of the nurses were not lust simply treating me for my back, although at first I could not be sure and did not like to risk raising the matter with the physician or house doctor.

It was about the third day that it seemed to me that something a little out of the ordinary was happening to me at their hands.

Let me first, however, describe the nurses in question.

One of them stood out for she wore large round-rimmed glasses. She was tall, dark and not the sort to suffer fools gladly. Her colleague was fair, always wore the full nurse’s uniform, but with an extremely short skirt that showed everything. The tall, dark one turned out to be a Sister, while the other was a nurse. Their names - later found out - were Sister Henderson and Nurse Jorgensen. (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…)

I was alone in the bed when I woke up the next morning with a slight wine hangover.  As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look.  The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back.  Another woman had fondled the most intimate parts of my body and made love to me.  It was humiliating to think I not only let Marty do that to me but she had driven me to an soul wrenching orgasm in the process.  My tits ached and my nipples were sore but there was an odd  sweetness to the fatigue that I felt. Probably the most unerving memory of last night was when she gave me the enema and how utterly humiliated I felt.  Not that it hurt, actually it wasn’t even unpleasent and I finally had to admit it gave me oddly erotic feeling of deep warmth.  But just the idea of being given an enema like she did was still hard to deal with. The whole night with Marty was almost like being raped yet ashamed to admit you had enjoyed it.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the room a moment as Marty came in carrying a two big mugs.  She was wearing only a little thigh length robe that provided an ample view of her shapely legs as she moved and when she sat on the bed the top opened enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her tits. (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…)

 Terri and Al had been planning this weekend for months.  In anticipation of the event, Terri went shopping at Victoria’s Secret and picked out a very sheer, demi-cup bra, a lacy black garter belt and a pair of very smooth black nylons.  She also stopped at the shoe shop and picked out a pair of 4″ spiked heals to complete her outfit.

On Saturday morning, Al picked Terri up.  Terry only took a small overnight case as she new that a massive wardrobe was not necessary for what they had planned.  As soon as she got into the car, Al could see that she was only wearing underwear under her trench coat.  The coat pealed back exposing her beautiful legs and Al’s hand quickly found the silky skin of her upper thighs at the top of her nylons.

But Al had a surprise for Terri too.  He reached into the center console and picked up the toy he had just purchased at the adult novelty store.  He easily inserted the vibrating egg into Terri’s wet cunt as she moaned and wiggled in delight.  Al clicked the buzzing device on and low hum filled the car as Terri gasped and rolled her eyes upward in pleasure. (more…)

Your last visit to Doctor Gordon took place more than a year ago. Now it was time for another routine checkup by the gynecologist. Much had happened in the last year — you had lost weight gained confidence in yourself, and looked quite different. Your hair was longer, and you had tinted it to a shade of red that made heads turn when you walked down the street. Your makeup was more professional, too, and your eyes were particularly outstanding - the soft black liner you used made their very light blue color even more noticeable. Your style of dressing had become more sensuous; you now favored clingy fabrics and close fitting slacks.

You wondered if Doctor Gordon would notice the change in you. He was very handsome, you’d always thought - but very professional. As you sat in the waiting room, you smiled to yourself, remembering the schoolgirl crush you had always had on him. You figured it happened to almost every woman - falling in love with her gynecologist - but your feeling hadn’t dissipated. Here it was, a full year since you’d last visited him, and you felt your heart beating faster just wondering if he still looked the same. Talk about graying at the temples and all that! He had a year-round tan which he maintained by skiing in the winter and sailing in the summer. He was clean shaven and always looked spotless, with Paul Newman- blue eyes that added to his virile image. The short-sleeved shirts he wore showed off his strong arms to their best advantage. (more…)

I arrived at the clinic in the afternoon, as scheduled, and the receptionist again took my name.  Shortly Salle greeted me with her dynamite smile and I followed her back to the treatment room.  She handed me the gown and sheet.” How are you feeling today, John?” ‘Much, much better.” I responded “That full feeling has eased up.” I sat down on the end of the treatment table.  ‘Umm we are going to do some different things today, I think.  So.. we will have you lie on your side and tuck one knee up We call this the Simms position.’ Salle placed an extra pillow under my hip and another under my head.  Then she draped my lower body to expose my buttocks.  Bridget entered and asked how I was feeling.  ‘We will do an examination of your rectum to see how it looksOK?” I nodded.  Salle wheeled over the surgical tray.  She took the cover off and revealed a number of speculums, anal scope and sigmoidscope.  Salle brought a carafe of hot water to the tray and Bridget placed a retractor speculum in the water.  Bridget lubricated her finger.  With her other hand she reached between my legs and grasped my penis.  She gave it an exploratory tweak.  “No giant erection today.  Umm? we got it all yesterday?’ I laughed weakly.  ” Yes, that did it pretty well.” Her hand caressed my testicles.  ‘Are these sore?” ‘Tender perhaps.” I said. (more…)

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