Monday morning I dressed in one of my most expensive pantsuits. I wanted to look as professional as possible when I dropped the bomb on Dr. Miliano. He wouldn't be surprised, I thought, only that this was happening so soon. After Derek flew back to Boston, I'd spent time on the phone with Isabel, and talked to my Dad. I'd made up my mind that I wouldn't ask...
Chapter 5 - The Eizenspritzer Society Then it happened! I felt a bolt of lighting explode from my clitoris and shoot down my legs into my toes and up my spine and into my brain. My body shook as if I were being electrocuted. I heard the wail of my disembodied voice echo through the room and then . . . darkness. [Chapter 4.] The setting sun was dipping belo...
Thomas Fox, a young man of twenty, stirs at his alarm. It is a few seconds past 7:30 in the morning on a warm July day in the northern United States, and as he silences the trill, Thomas hears the sound of birdsong from his open window. Unhurried, Thomas stretches - sensation focuses around his knees and back at first, a few minor muscle shifts move the ten...
------------------------------- Chapter One: Transformation ------------------------------- Jessica sat in the clinical looking waiting room, wondering how it was she had got there, and, indeed, if she should really go through with this. She knew there was no going back once she stepped through those double doors, but she had come this far. Maybe she had...
Susan my receptionist ushered the last patient of the day into my office. I was pleasantly surprised; she looked younger than her 30 years and was very attractive. There was a look of apprehension on her face. "Hello Cassie," I said with a warm smile, "I prefer to use first names, it makes people more relaxed, please call me Robert. It's nice to meet you,...
Author's Note: Special thanks to NeonKnickers for doing an editing pass on this and the previous chapters. The help was much appreciated. * Until recently, Dr. Greg Clark rarely had sex dreams. In fact, he almost never did. Often, dreams that looked like they might become sexy veered off at the last moment. He had ones where he and the literal lady of his...
Breathe. Breathe. Just keep breathing. I kept repeating the chant in my head amongst the commotion. What is happening? Why are there so many sirens? All this noise is making my head hurt. Oh, God, does my head hurt. Wait, why does my head hurt so badly? "Miss? Miss, can you hear me?" Okay. Keep breathing. Someone is here. Just open your eyes and as...
Part Two: The Doctor is 'IN' Michael Robbs, MD was a man of contrasts and conflicts. As an oncologist, many of his patients were very ill. Sometimes his diagnosis was a death sentence and sometimes he could deliver wonderful news. He originally wanted to be a family doctor, but life sometimes changes your path without really consulting you first. A close f...
It was time for my annual physical, and like always, I had waited until the last minute. I was afraid this would happen, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mann, but your doctor doesn't have any appointments for physicals available until February. I can try and set you up with someone else if you don't want to wait that long." I figured that was better than nothing, so told h...
Note: For those of you who have read my stories, I write from my own personal experiences, with a little license, to spice it up. Fantasy is great, but what better way to tell about a hidden part of our secret lives, doing what we do, in private. This is another part that happened to me this July of 2001. * * * * * This is a true story. I love to sail arou...