Chapter 4. Doctor Coughlin Argie had been waiting patiently for thirty-four minutes when Dr. Coughlin came out to meet her. She jumped slightly when the handsome, dark-haired man breezed confidently into the room and extended his large hand to her. "Hi," he said in a resounding baritone, "You must be Mrs. Franck. I'm Dr. Everett Coughlin. Sorry, if I kept...
This is the third installment of my story about a family with an interesting dynamic. In this chapter, I continue to tell you the backstory of the title character and his family, and we learn how joy and tragedy continue to mold him into the man he is today. ***** The Professor's Women Chapter Three: Love and Loss As they pulled up in front of her sister...
"We the women of Afghanistan walk a fine line, we are supposed to be super traditional, upholding our Islamic faith and culture proudly by being chaste, pious, and we're supposed to always be respectful and deferential, especially in our dealings with the male authority figures of our faith, as you can see, Doc, I definitely don't fit the mold," Fauzia Samad...
All characters are over 18. * It had been a year since Kat's last checkup at the doctor. That morning, she had gotten a letter from her new doctor's office, saying that she should schedule an appointment. She called them up, and, surprisingly, they had an opening later that afternoon. She quickly agreed to fill it. Kat decided to wear what amounted to a s...
NB: There is female masturbation, nudity, exhibitionism, clit jewelry and a whole lot of teasing in the initial five chapters of this story. My goal has been to develop sexual tension & characters. Explicit sex (hooray!) will follow in chapters 6 & up, which should benefit from all this groundwork. So, please read all the chapters in sequence if you can. The...
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Amaya used the lowest yelling voice that she could muster. "You think I'm stupid or something?" Amaya shoved her way into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked down towards Dr. Omari's crotch, and noticed his zipper was undone. "What the fuck are you and that slut bucket doing in here with the door locked...
Two weeks later, the phone rings. It's Karen. Oh, my stiff cock girl! "We've booked an appointment for you for tomorrow afternoon at two." End of conversation. No "Can you make it?" or "I hope you can be here." It's an order: "Be here". Fuck you, Karen. Indeed, I want to fuck you, Karen. Your thighs enclose a joyful pussy experience. Never forget that I know...
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...
If there was ever a poster boy for nerds Paul Joseph was it back in the summer of 2008. He had just graduated from high school, and he was so much the nerd that it had taken him until his senior year to lose the pocket protector that was a part of him forever. For a time Paul even had glasses with a cracked frame that were taped to hold them together, altho...
Callie Brown sat apprehensively in the Consultant's waiting room but she knew she was doing the right thing. She'd put this day off for 3 years but she had finally got the courage to make the appointment. A young, pretty and very busty nurse walked past her, smiling as she did, seemingly staring at her but in a nice way. In fact, it was more an admiring look...