Victoria wasn't just obsessive about me; she was obsessive about everything! She always seemed to have rules for how things should be done, but if you have a good memory for details and can follow instructions you might enjoy Victoria. We'd exchanged letters and this might have given me a clue, because each envelope she sent had tape carefully stuck to the...
She had come to me from a recommendation of a colleague. I had a full patient load, nothing too exciting really. A mix of bi-polar, manic-depressives and one obsessive compulsive. This one though, this one was so very, very different. I had only agreed to the meeting to be courteous. She arrived at five, my last patient. My secretary Sara buzzed me, to let...
I meet the most fucked-up, beautiful people in my line of work. It's one of the main reasons why I'm not in a hurry to quit my job and enlist in the university system. This business is an island of misfit toys to say the least- but it's my island. People want strange parts of their body pierced... they want ugly tattoos permanently inked into their raggedy...
So I have always been obsessed with numbers. It is probably my obsessive-compulsive disorder but playing around with numbers has always been fun for me. This is my first year participating in the Literotica Survivor Contest and I want to share with everyone some easy suggestions for getting as many points as possible. I'm sure we could get into a discussion...
Well, I was asked to write about what happened after I kind of lost control with the older patient in the recovery facility. To be honest I have been surprised and amazed that someone actually read my experience. Even more surprised that anyone would want to know more. It takes a while for me to write anything so please be patient. Grammar is my sworn enemy...
Fucked Up And Real Shitty #1: the road to scat acceptance Have you ever fucked the shit out of someone? Not in the figurative sense, where you, the pitcher, give the catcher a name-screaming, pillow biting, sexual workout. I mean literally. Fucked the shit out of them? Not some bits of ca-ca on your condom either. I am talking bowel movement, diarrhea. Not...
Saturday night, 9:45pm and still in the same queue she joined twenty minutes ago. There was a fucking hen party in front and the crowd now four people deep. "Fucking hen parties, always take forever." She grumbled to herself... Or so she thought. "Yup; hens, stags and ale drinkers." said a warm, deep voice behind her. She half turned to smile and roll he...
I am amazed at the opposites of life: lovely and repulsive, unblemished and tainted, and of course, pleasure and pain. Seemingly opposites remain, yet how is it that paths cross so profoundly even to one exchanging for the other? I was fighting the worst bought of poison oak I had ever had, covered over 70% of my body with shiny red, itchy, blistering welts...
I have to admit now that I always viewed Olivia as a sex object. Sure, it didn't hurt that she was smart and giggled at my jokes. She was class president and valedictorian in high school, and was a math major at her fancy women's college. But I wouldn't have pursued her for all those years if that's all she had. It was her head-turning beauty that propelled...
I returned to school a few days before Jeff. He was finishing his work for the summer. I wanted the chance to show him I could be a domestic asset. I quickly realized that as far as cleaning our apartment I had little interest in domestic competence, let alone excellence. I hired a cleaning service to get the place in shape. Food shopping took me almost a...