After the last story Dr. Liz has given me access to 1000's of videos from the Club archives. I have only looked at a few, but man, so many are just plain HOT! I have found it much harder to write stories from watching what took place in videos than when writing from experience. I will finish two stories written from the videos soon. This experience was so wi...
Nov 21, 2009 Micro Wave Man Chapter Eight "Doctor's Appointment" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on October 2009 The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. W...
I was having an issue with my right testicle. Well, not really an issue per se, it was about three times the size of my left one. So I thought maybe I should have it checked out. So I made an appointment with my doctor and didn't think too much about it after that. Well, not as much as you can when one of your nuts is triple the size it should be. (Spoiler a...
"Doc, I'm constipated and I've tried everything to overcome this blockage that I've got down below but nothing seems to work, I feel bloated, like my ass is on fire," Suzanne Moreau said with a sigh, as she looked at Dr. Francis Duchene. The tall, broad-shouldered, gorgeously dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome physician nodded with empathy, as was his custom...
"Doc, I keep having naughty dreams in which I get tied up and spanked," Farzana Zadegan said with a sigh, as she sat inside Dr. Constantin Mathieu's office. Located in the south end of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, the good Doctor's psychiatric practice was sandwiched between a spa, a seedy bookstore, a Caribbean restaurant and a Western Union money mart. N...
The next morning, Maxine awoke me with breakfast in bed. Juice, coffee, and toast. I was still dressed as a woman, and she said that when I finish breakfast, I should get out of the clothing. She sat next to me with her head on my shoulder. "I hope you're not too angry with me for last night." But I was. I was furious. She had terrorized me so completely, I...
Note to the readers. Just wanted to say thank you for reading and liking my stories so far. I am humbled by your kind words. I know I've made some grammatical errors and I promise to proofread my submissions more carefully. I have lots of ideas for several stories with some series stories also. I don't want to overwhelm my readers, so I will space my stories...
It started out as a mundane, quiet Thursday afternoon in the Woodroffe neighborhood of western Ottawa, Ontario. Dr. Fatima Al-Qaradaghi's office, located not far from the local pharmacy, and within walking distance of the famed Nepean Sports Plex, had certainly seen its share of oddballs. None of them were odder than Hakim Jama, the very first black Muslim m...
Lauren and her husband, Alex, had been in couples counseling for about two months, and she was frustrated. After four years of a fizzling marriage, they had agreed to ten sessions with Dr. Brogan to see if counseling and this therapist were going to work out. This was the ninth session, and Dr. Brogan explained that he was sensing Lauren's frustration. Lau...
It all began as Wendy Askew walked through her parents' game room during a party celebrating her high school graduation. Without warning, she was playfully yet soundly smacked on the bottom with a ping-pong paddle. The gentleman who administered the whack was Ted Weems, a friend of her Uncle Richie. "Hey!" Wendy cried in surprise. "Sorry, honey buns, just...