The television droned on. Another rumored case near Frankfurt. Dr. Buchanan tapped a pen on his desk with one hand as he sipped coffee with another. On the desk, a dozen memos all marked urgent laid before him. All of them discussed unusual cases, but no two of them were the same. It was an old trap for doctors to fall into, and it was being fueled by panic....
Dr. Beatrice Fullerton is a Harvard-educated and Boston-based psychiatrist dedicated to healing the human mind, especially when it comes to the treatment of addictions of a sexual nature. She's recently published a nonfiction expose on the converge of feminism, BDSM, sexual addiction and female empowerment. Female Domination As Part Of Natural Evolution by D...
Today was a good day to see a new patient because my morning schedule was rather light. In fact, with no appointments scheduled, I had taken time to do research on the massage therapists I am interviewing—I won't hire anybody without doing an extensive background check and actually calling all of the references. But I was relieved to get a drop in appointmen...
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...
"Mr. Parker?" I called, looking over the patients sitting in the waiting room. I looked down at the chart again, for a first name. "Ryan Parker?" I asked, waiting for one of the patients to get up. I looked over them. There were a couple older gentlemen, a middle-aged woman, and, finally, a patient that looked like he could match the birth date on the chart...
I stretched and smiled at the start of another working week. I felt the thin woollen dress caress my thighs above my hold-ups and around my flat stomach, brushing over the thin thong panties that I wore. Life is good -- a rewarding job and an exciting marriage. My name is Michelle and I am a tall, brunette, South African-born doctor working at a private ho...
She was well satisfied with her situation in life. A few years ago she worked at a VA hospital. She quickly learned that her position as a doctor gave her authority and control over the patients under her care. She particularly enjoyed her ability to give orders to her male patients and to put them in compromising positions and situations. And what was most...
So yes I know a second one took forever, got a little lost in the pile. If you pay attention this one is in a different category than the first, I am going to be an evil bitch about that so there. :p ** I am understandably peeved when I get into work today. I didn't get my black belt, and the only thing different from earning the prior belts is simply, I w...
Peter Noll was home on a rainy Saturday with the sniffles. He wasn't sure if it was allergies or the start of a cold. Whatever it was he chose to stay home and avoid others. Normally he would be playing golf with his regular group but the rain took care of that. He made a pot of tea and read the morning paper. He was not normally a tea drinker but preferred...
Waiting. I've always thought that I'm patient. I can queue like the best of British, I rarely yell at small children and I always sort my skittles into colour order. I am not a patient sub. Resilient? I think so. Good? Well, sometimes. Bratty? Oh definitely! But waiting breaks me. I've not said anything out loud, not yet, but whenever I'm waiti...