Trying to avoid eye contact with the old letch perving on her flip-flopped feet, Jess sat on the tube train with the ghost of her reflection fixed in the dark glass opposite her. She knew it was a hopelessly narcissistic thing to think, but every day she was reminded just how much of a handicap her looks were. Most people blinked at her as if she was just t...
[Author's Note: This story is dedicated to two very special people in my life that inspired me to start writing, and to push through the writer's block and continue. Although this story is not entirely dependent on my previous story, you should read the other for background information and continuity. I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjo...
I didn't become an obstetrician & gynecologist because it paid well or because I loved the notoriety of being a physician. I had a secret love that far transcended any of that. I became a physician because I love women, specifically, their vaginas. No one was shocked when I went into medicine. I had the sharp mind and the steady hand of a future surgeon. Ev...
Lisa struggled against the uncomfortable position, but it was no use. Her head was stuck through one hole in the pillory, and her hands through two others. She was standing, and her ankles were trapped as well, leaving her forcibly immobile in a bent-over position. Worse, her ankles were trapped painfully far apart and forward, which meant that her hips and...
Valerie looked down at her watch and then glanced out over the small training room. Clearing her throat, she stood up and announced, "It's eleven o'clock, one more hour." She then settled back down into her chair, suppressing a smile as several people groaned. She leaned back in her chair and looked back at the people seated at the tables. They were all lo...
It was Tuesday afternoon. Caroline finished her sociology exam, reasonably sure she’d aced it. Dr. Clarke had made the entire exam essays, allowing the students to show just how much they’d really learned. Caroline was glad it was her last exam of the day; she’d written several pages worth of answers, and her hand was cramped. Dr. Clarke allowed the students...
Andrea tapped her fingers on the paper sprawled across the doctor's table she sat on. She wasn't exactly sure why she had been called back into the doctor's office. She came here for her monthly checkup last week. Usually, she received a phone call the next week telling her results, but this time she was told to come in for a second appointment. She was kind...
You come to class, nervous, right? wondering how you'll do on the test, wondering if you can fake your way out of questions that stump you, right? Honey, you have a different problem this test day. Because who's sitting in your chair at your desk today? that nobody else can see? Uh, huh: me. 'Sit right down,' I say, and now you know what pure sin sounds...
This is the 1st part of a story about a Muslim woman's reluctance to accept lesbian temptation. The story starts slow, with no sex content until Part 2. ********** Does promiscuity increase fertility? Or does love? Perhaps it seems obvious? Does boredom in monogamy, or lack of adventure actually inhibit pregnancy? I consider myself a Scientist, and a Doct...
By Christie and Linda Note to readers: We met online, due to Literotica, but have never met. We became friends and decided to write this together. It is based upon a true experience. ***** Christie had been waiting an hour for her annual OB/GYN appointment. She had deliberately scheduled the last appointment of the day because she wasn't sure if she ha...