Leia was one of those girls who was gorgeous, and she knew it. With an angelic face and a petite body that was 5'3" tall, she hardly looked like she was old enough to be a high school senior--except for her 34C chest that she made sure was always prominently displayed. She enjoyed being noticed, and that was why she was a cheerleader, yearbook editor, class...
It was time for my annual breast exam, the only day where groping and prodding is most unwelcome and extremely uncomfortable. It is weird having professional hands upon your body, not seducing or tempting one to enjoy another's human touch. One body claiming another. I lay cold upon the examining table, paper crinkling beneath me. A thin white sheet was ca...
THOMAS DEAN IMPRINT Part 4 Hot and Cold I jumped when heard the screeching sound of the nurse slipping on rubber gloves. I took a deep breath the ordeal was about to begin: the assumption of power over the person and the loss of personal autonomy. For the second time this week I found myself dethroned in this predicament in this clammy sub -- basement at th...
"Name?" "Leandra Luann Kendrick." "Who are you here to see?" "Dr. Whitmore." "Chelsea or Vanessa?" "Chelsea." "Have a seat, please." That's how it always started, wasn't it? You took a seat, waited forever, and then the nurse came to see you. The difference here was that there were three Kendricks and two of them were named Luann. On the plus side, it...
by deliciousthoughts © There are several stories on this site that started off my interest in interracial lesbian domination. This is MY version of one of what I remember of one of them. KATHY "Kathy, we're ready for you now," the receptionist said. The brunette pushed up from her seat in the waiting room and headed through the white door across the cor...
The dark lines of the large gothic building rose out of the morning fog like something out of a nightmare. She couldn't help but gulp in fear and dread as their car inched towards it. This was to be her new home? She glanced over at her uncle but he was engrossed in the papers that he'd pulled from his briefcase the moment they'd gotten in the car back at...
I'm flipping through the dumbass magazines in the doctor's office, hoping to find something to read that isn't the complete epitome of dumbassery, but you know how it is, there's nothing. It occurs to me that the word "patient" is all about the waiting room experience, because I've been sitting here in this vinyl chair for over an hour, with nothing to rea...
Harriet Burnside is a luscious black-haired beauty, 35 years old, and recently widowed. Her husband, Ben, had crashed his luxury SUV two years ago and died, along with the three high class hookers that were his passengers. Ben was a very successful heart surgeon, very handsome and not immune to the charms of the many women who find money and power irresistib...
"Sergeant Lori Parker?" I snap forward in my seat. The voice is the first sound I've heard while sitting alone in the waiting room. Fidgeting with a sealed folder in my hands, I look up at the nurse standing over me. She's an older woman with graying hair and a sour demeanor. I can practically feel her gaze burning holes into my skull - she's scrutinizing...
Andra walked through the halls of the school, searching, waiting, evaluating. She was looking for someone to be with, a relationship. She was fairly new to the school and didn't know who was a potential partner. This was hard for her, determining the right girl. Here she was a single 18 year old senior in high school and she had no idea who was available to...