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…)

A friend of mine, Ken, works as a medical technician at a large Medical University Hospital in the Northeast. His job is in the Athletic Support Division which means that he works with the school’s athletic teams with the Trainers to provide basic medical assistance where it may be needed. I was visiting with my friend this past weekend and he had to work the football game on Saturday afternoon. He told me that it was no big deal and that I could come with him.

We showed up at the stadium about two hours before game time and he got all of his stuff ready in case there was an injury during the game. So that I would be permitted behind the scenes, he gave me one of his friend’s white and blue smocks to wear: “David-XYZ UNIVERSITY-MED TECH” was written in three lines on the smock.

We walked down the hall to the Med Tech Area. Somehow I thought I was going to like this as I slipped the smock over my shirt. I looked around and saw a large room with cabinets and sinks and a number of padded tables. This was the Treatment Room, where athletes are evaluated after an injury or prepared before the game. The phone rang and Ken answered it. He didn’t look too pleased with the information coming from the other end. When he was finished he sort of slammed the phone down and said, “Shit, just what I need!” The other Med Tech wasn’t going to show up and he had to go to the locker room to wrap ankles and that kind of stuff. So far, not so bad and the “on the field” duties he said I could help him with. (more…)

This is the tale of my first meeting with one of the ladies in some other stories. I was doing profile searches for locations near me, and hobbies like sex and kink. I met her, we got to talking, and wound up meeting. I’d gotten to the motel before her, gotten a room, and unpacked my toys. Then we met in the parking lot, and I took her into the room to see the toys. I opened the door, and she looked in the bathroom. She was a little nervous at first, but quickly got into the spirit of the occasion as she looked over my toys. I had a hand-held douche bulb and two bags with enema and douche tips, plus the dildo nozzle. In addition to the syringes, I had a butt plug, thermometers, vibrators, oil, glycerin, Castile soap, bicarb… Her eyes widened a bit at the array of items, all destined for her willing anus. (more…)

I have just had a rather wonderful experience.

For some years now, I have experienced bleeding during bowel movements. It is less likely to occur when I have had an enema, probably because there is less effort involved in evacuating.

My doctor has attributed it to hemorrhoids, which is quite likely given my genetic makeup. But recently it became more severe, and the doctor’s digital test showed internal bleeding also. So, she prescribed a colonoscopy.

A year ago, I had undergone an endoscopy to determine the cause of severe heartburn. That turned out to be a hiatus hernia (I knew that was likely, but the doctor wanted to be sure).

In that experience, I was prepared with a venous drip, which the nurse assured me was only dextrose, but which would make way for other drugs when I needed them. I asked what drugs they had in mind, and was told that there would be drugs to relax my throat muscles, and also to erase memory of the experience afterwards. It was therefore no terrible surprise to me to find myself in the same room where I had started, sort of half wondering why they had brought me back there without having done anything in the room into which I had been wheeled earlier. Suspicions were confirmed when the physician joined me and my significant other and informed me that the problem was, indeed, an inflamed hiatus hernia, which he would prescribe medication for (it didn’t work). (more…)

“Your mother made a mistake this time, my dear,” Mrs. Morris said, as she flushed the toilet in the examining room. Margaret Morris was almost 40, but still very youthful. Her slightly plump figure filled her white uniform in all the right places and her slim legs drew approving glances from the men of the faculty and the boys in the school. A neat brunette with short-cut hair, she looked a model of medical efficiency and kindly concern. She had been the school nurse at Northside High for five years, and knew Barbara even before she came to Northside.

Barbara was 18, a petite blonde just a little on the plump side, and she was developing an attractive figure. She lived with her mother and her younger brother, Ted, next door to Mrs. Morris, and her mother and the school nurse were friends. Barbara was a bit shy and reserved, but she was very pleasant and agreeable once she got to know you. Today, she had on a plaid skirt with a white top, and green knee-high socks. Sitting next to the toilet on a metal stool, Barbara looked puzzled as Mrs. Morris explained. (more…)

She was feeling a bit nervous and shy, so I asked if she’d like to role-play the first part. She said yes, so I pretended to be a doctor making a housecall. I asked if she had a tummy ache, and she said yes. Felt her forehead, and said I should get a temperature as well. As I helped her get undressed from the waist down (she was shy about taking her top off), the nervousness started to go away. I had her lie on her tummy and inserted the thermometer gently into her bottom. This felt nice to her, and I asked if she’d like to liven things up a bit. She said sure, so I inserted a couple of glycerin suppositories. That kept her amused while I filled the rectal squeeze bulb with mineral oil.

She’d told me that she had a longstanding fantasy about being done across someone’s lap with a squeeze-bulb. Still role-playing a bit (as we got more excited, the role-playing went away), I said that she seemed a bit impacted, so I’d give her a mineral oil enema to soften and lubricate her. I put a pillow across my lap and she lay down. I could feel her breathing getting heavier. When she was comfy, I inserted the nozzle of the bulb. I asked if she was ready, and being told that she was, I began to slowly squeeze the heavy oil into her. She shivered a bit, as the cool oil filled her. I slowly withdrew the nozzle, and then gently slid a finger in, to “help her hold it while it worked”. By this time, she was relaxed and getting into it — I explored her pussy and clit with a couple more fingers. She began to respond and encourage me, and we got her up to a rather nice orgasm. (more…)

I wandered into the pharmacy, and headed for the prescription counter. The pharmacist’s assistant looked up, and saw me.

“Hi, Dr. P. Your order’s ready.”

I looked through the box of meds and supplies he’d handed me. It all seemed to be there, and I made ready to go. Then I was distracted by an argument between the pharmacist and his assistant.

“Look, I wouldn’t mind an overtime delivery most nights, but I have to be somewhere at 6!”

“It’s just a few blocks, and Dr. Collins says this lady’s totally miserable. This store gets a lot of doctor’s business because our service is outstanding, and we deliver. You’ll just have to be late.”

I wandered over to the counter. I knew Collins, a local GP. We’d referred patients to each other on occasion.

“Could I help?” I asked.

Butterman, the pharmacist, looked over. “You turning delivery boy, Doctor?”

“Well, if it’s that close, it’s not a big deal. You got the meds?”

He handed me a bag, and I looked inside and whistled. There were several boxes, and they all had one major similarity. I read the instruction printout, and grabbed my phone. Collins apparently was wearing his, since he picked up on the first ring.

“Collins, Proctor here. You planning to switch to my specialty?”

“What do you mean, switch? What’s this about?”

“I’m at Butterman’s Pharmacy. The assistant has a problem delivering that order to Kellie Donnelly, so I asked if I could help – it’s on my way. Interesting bunch of meds, here, to say the least.” (more…)