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…)

It’s true I had been putting off going to the doctor for my annual check-up. In fact I had skipped two years in a row so I figured it was high time to do something about it. I called the clinic, made an appointment and showed up on the agreed upon date and hour.

As usual I was too hurried and short of time that day to prepare myself properly. Oh sure, I washed, showered, put on clean clothes and underwear, even hurriedly shaved an extra time before leaving around noon. But as I sat leafing through the medical journals in the waiting area, I couldn’t help but notice that my nails needed trimming. Looking lower I saw that my shoes could have used a shine as well. I just hoped that the doctor wasn’t one of those persons my mother had always been warning me about since my earliest childhood : someone who judged others by the condition of their footwear.

I had never known the doctor to stare at my shoes as I came in for my check-ups. It was just my body she was interested in. And then unfortunately only in certain parts, none of them particularly naughty or interesting. Well, once or twice she had probed rather deep to assess for the presence of glandular swelling in the groin, but she was so prim and proper that she just fumbled around under my briefs without asking me to take them off or even lower them. While doing so she must have noticed the lacked absence of pubic hair on my part, but aside from giving me a funny look, she neither said nor indicated anything. (more…)