Your name is Jessica. You abruptly wake up from a peaceful slumber thanks to the sound of your own gurgling stomach, and you quickly realize that you need to poop. You groggily stare at the ceiling for a few seconds as you reflect on your decision to eat at that suspiciously cheap Chinese restaurant for dinner last night. You rise from your comfy bed and slo...
My name is Stefan Maguire Brown and I'm not just a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, handsome black man. I'm also a dam good doctor. Everyday, I try my best to heal the men and women who come before me. It's not an easy job. Especially since this is 1967 and I'm the first African-American doctor the town of Silverman, Illinois, has ever seen. Oh, well. Doctor...
When you have an unusual problem, you must be prepared to seek unusual solutions. My name is Halima Abdirahman and I'm a thirty-three-year-old Somali Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. The other day at Masjid during the Jummah evening prayers, something unfortunate happened. I was in the sisters corner, praying to the Maker of All...
VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 7: "24/Seven", Part III My name is toilet. I had become the ultimate toilet, engineered by Seven of Nine to be the perfect living waste receptacle. This is the story of how we changed the world... * * * * * Diary of a toilet Year 2 "Expanding the experiment" * * * * * By my second year as Seven's toilet, Janeway was clearly impres...
NB. This story contains graphic descriptions of a girl's bowel movement. If you are in any way put off by this please do not read further. ***** IMOGEN'S ANUS CH. 02 - IMOGEN'S RELIEF I fell into a deep sleep with Imogen that night only to be awoken at some time in the early hours by Imogen suddenly climbing out of bed. "I REALLY need to go to the toilet...
Ian hadn't dumped in 5 days. He knew if he didn't go soon he would have to go to the doctor for help. Its not that he MINDED it so much, after all the doctor was one hot man with a very soothing voice and great bedside manner and he has helped him out with this problem twice before. He told him he needed to eat better and lay off the pain killers he takes fo...
Just another ordinary day, ebbing into the grays of the evening. The rain pouring cats and dogs. Roaring thunder and flashing lightening. Drumbeats of falling raindrops, the caws of crows, bustle of drenched people heading home, shouts of vendors selling their wares and me amidst them. Did I need lightening to strike me? Singing, or more appropriately hummi...
Andover came in and his wife was smiling. Kassie twirled her curly strawberry blonde hair and was looking at him quizzically. "How were things today, Andover?" She came up and kissed him tenderly. "I know it's not been easy, what with the belt and all." It's tough to have a beautiful, young trophy wife, but even more difficult when said wife has locked up...
Prologue The following is not a tale of the imagination, although it probably ranks alongside fictional accounts you may read in Literotica. Of course you are at liberty to decide if the subsequent narrative is true or not after you have read it; no assurances from me that it is true would make any difference to how you come to your verdict, you will judge...
Do you ever hear a piece of music, a song, or see a picture that is so beautiful it almost makes your heart break with the poignancy of it? Hallelujah came on the radio today, whilst I drove through damp green-grey fields and the limp winter hopelessness of the view combined with the music to create a great swell of achey sadness in me that rose up and cho...