"The doctor's ready to see you now, sir," the receptionist said, waving him through to the doctor's office. It was like any other doctor's surgery - magazines in the waiting room, a clean, professional doctor's office with an examination table in the centre. The difference being that Dr. Litt only attended to a very specific clientele. Timothy stood, thanki...
A/N: Regardless of the choices and paths you choose, there are no dead ends in this story. I’ve linked certain chapters in each storyline so that the story progresses accordingly and one path isn’t incredibly short. If you reach the point where it says there are no more chapters left, it means that you’ve caught up with my writing and check back later for up...
It is morning on a warm June day. I am lying in bed, relaxed and wondering what the day ahead holds. I hear the postman walk up the pathway and then push the letters through the door. I am surprised - I rarely get mail. I sit up in bed and find my silk negligee and wander downstairs picking up the post as I pass my front door . Initially I think it is junk...
Alone In Space 2: Evil Machines Author's Note: If there hadn't been positive (and amused (and amusing)) comments left after the publication of the first of these stories, there never would have been a second. "Alone In Space, Or: In Space Nobody Can Hear You Moan" was never meant to be more than a vignette, a single solitary tale standing all on its own an...
It was evening of the living in members dinner in the Warrant Officers and Sergeants Mess of a British Army Regiment in Germany. Joe - a 40 year old Warrant Officer, was attending. As usual it was a lively affair, with plenty of alcohol. After dinner, served by the mess waitresses, mainly wives of other soldiers, the party retired to the cellar bar for more...
I have a girlfriend I meet almost every weekend. She's a married little slut is what she is. And she's developed a craving for my attention. Maybe I should say she needs it. You see she's a disgusting little bitch. She'll do anything I ask of her no matter how degrading or abusive it might be. Over this past year I kept pushing her limits to see how far she...
The Spa The weeks led into a couple of months and I spent most of my spare time with Barbara and Gail. I did see Dave a couple of times, but my real joy was with the girls. Time with Dave was educational but not orgasmic. I learned how to take the pain and then dish out a little too. The book taught me a lot and I will always be grateful for his teachings....
Participant is over 18. I'm sitting on the end of the table, waiting for the knock on the door. My pulse is racing, and I take a deep breath, trying to relax. It doesn't matter how many times my feet have been in the stirrups. I get nervous every time. The paper beneath me crinkles when I move. I try to stay still, mostly because the paper shirt I'm wea...
Felicity Remington was a red-haired, blue-eyed gynecologist of 34. She was also a glasses-wearing, card-carrying lesbian eproctophile. She actually used pussy examinations as an excuse to get close to women's assholes in hopes of getting farts out of them, and maybe sex. Occasionally she was successful at seducing her clients. But her real dream to find a wo...
Sheryl went the gynecologist for her yearly pap smear and she was the last patient of the day. The nurse showed her to an exam room and told her to take her clothes off and gave her a very small sheet to cover up with. She wasn’t shy about undressing in front of someone she loved, but she only saw Dr. Carter once a year. This little sheet wasn't going to nea...