My name is Ariana. And if you asked me who I was a month ago, I would have told you I was a normal medical student. But today I'm not so sure. So many things have changed. Mid-terms were just starting. And I was stressed. I had wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember. But this was NOT what I had in mind. The classes were ridiculous. And the exa...
Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. ________ Another note of personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, a dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who once again has provided me with his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B! ________ Of course all actors in this script are of legal age. I hope you enjoy the story! ________...
As women, we have all thought about it now and then. Whether it is in disgust, mild curiosity, or if it is an utter turn-on is irrelevant. When you are on the examination table, your feet are in the stirrups, and the doctor is prodding and poking you with those cold metal instruments, you are at your most vulnerable. Maybe it is a fleeting thought or somethi...
"Exquis," I thought, as my eyes wandered the small but smartly attired apartment. Seeing how another lives is always illuminating. At first blush, it was clear Paige lived an orderly life. "I can only wish," I thought, reflecting on the relative disarray of my own. "You like to cook," I observed, anxiously glancing about at the kitchen's legion of culinary...
Copyright 2004. All rights reserved. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Chapter 1. Natasha Wagstaffe stepped out of the taxi in front of the hospital where Cleo worked. She sniffed. It was hot. After the coolness of the cab the heat hit her hard. She could feel a dribble of sweat run down her spine. Dallas, a city in a desert. Her brother,...
For Addie "Thank you dear," I said gratefully when Beverly handed me the Times Gazette. At my age, the most interesting part of the newspaper was reading the obituaries. Even with glasses, I still used a magnifier to see the print. I scanned down the columns and thanked the Almighty that I recognized none of the deceased. I neatly folded the newspaper t...
Chapter 1. Some people could stretch and bend and turn their bodies into pretzels without breaking a sweat, and somehow still look elegant while doing it. Elodie wasn't one of them. As she stood with her head not quite placed where it should be, and her hip definitely facing the wrong direction, she took in the room full of men and women swaying back and f...
Even though she feels comforted by the new technology that allows her to read the emotional responses of non-communicative (humanoid) patients, Dr. Crusher knows in the instant that she takes off the patient's insignia, the rank of a Bajoran Colonel proudly displayed above her right breast, allowing her fingers so linger ever so slightly over the sleek cool...
This is my first submission to Literotica and I would appreciate your comments. Sincere thanks to lilsadie69 for help with the editing. On the morning of my examination, I got up bright and early so I could set off in good time to reach the hospital. A year or so earlier I had an operation to remove a fibroid, the thing had been causing me difficulty a...
I have a late afternoon appointment for a gynecological check-up. My regular doctor is out and it's a woman doctor I've never met. She is an attractive woman, my age, with longish dark hair. She asks if I'm comfortable enough not to use a nurse and I say okay (the male doctor always uses one). She leaves the room while I undress and wrap up in green gown. Wh...