My friend Miguel told me about the Happy Ending Clinic. We work together and one day he looked so relaxed, and at peace - really contented. I was curious, was he taking drugs? This was not the Miguel I knew. He was normally, shy and reticent and scared easily. He would often get teased by the bullies at work who called him a homosexual because he didn't see...
Doctor Paul Rogers set the steaming cup of coffee on his desk and looked at the neat computer printed appointment sheet as he pulled up his chair. His office assistant Sally produced the sheet each evening before she left for the day and placed it right in the center of Paul's rarely used desk. In fact if it weren't for sitting behind it to read his agenda a...
It was time for Anna's yearly exam. It is something she knows she needs to do, but hates very much. She entered the office at two pm for her two fifteen appointment; Anna checked in with the receptionist and was given forms to fill out. After she finished filling out the exam forms she could feel the moisture gathering between her legs and this humiliates he...
I wasn't sure which category to enter this story in. There is some mild fetish involving a lactating mum. Otherwise, it's all just erotic couplings. I hope you enjoy. Chapter One My receptionist buzzed me to say that I had a cancellation. What happened … did the patient cure himself? Everybody needs a doctor, how can they skip an appointment like th...
At the core of my exhibitionism/CFNM fantasy is the feeling of being naked and embarrassed/humiliated in front of girls who are fully clothed. It makes me feel very weak and vulnerable yet extremely exciting at the same time. I initially grew my interest in exhibitionism/CFNM from watching porn. But after some time, I couldn't stand anymore and decided to g...
The patient had been in the custody of Rubymoon for a little over four months. It had been some time since anyone had thought of it as "Dr. Smith". A C note had played hours ago, indicating the patient should be still. It knelt in the center of the room, staring blankly, not daring to so much as scratch an itch lest it provoke the buzzer. The patient was a...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
"What happened to the old couch?" Mark asks. Dr. Z.'s decor looks shabbier and all in shades of phthalo. Is that the velveteen couch from his loft? The doctor's mumbled reply sounds like it's coming from underwater; Mark's brain can't seem to put the words in order. 'I must need new meds,' he thinks. "Your eyes are different, too." "I got new glasses. It'...
NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from com...
The patient was the last one of the day, "Thank god," I thought to myself. It was Friday and it had been a long day and an even longer week. My life seemed to be an endless parade of patient's, visits at the office and rounds at the hospital. I couldn't remember my last day off. As with most small cities, we were short doctor's and my life took a back seat...