When I had just turned eighteen, my mother happened to see me naked as I was getting out of the shower. I really needed to get a physical exam prior to starting college, and I guess this reminded her that I really was a woman now, not just some kid. While I had gone for the usual pediatric visits, I really had not had a true GYN exam up to this point. She me...
"Dr. E. Joseph Grafenbacher, MD, Ph.D., Registered Experimental Neurologist," read the impressive gold plaque above the office door. Cilla knocked softly, apprehensively. She'd been sent here by her doctor after complaining of strange fainting spells, and had been told that Dr. Grafenbacher was an expert at finding the cause of such ailments in young people....
Joseph Ninehouse, MD had taken over the small town medical practice from his mentor almost six months ago. Joe, it seemed, was even more popular with the female clients than Dr. Balkema had been. He had just finished up with the last patient for the day and was writing notes on their charts when Ellen Morris, his nurse/assistant/all around flunky, handed him...
This is another work of fiction featuring Jim Johnson (my alter ego). This time, Jim has to go for an insurance physical and his wife Mandy accompanies him to the exam. Just to put a different spin on this story, I tell it from Mandy's viewpoint as she watches Jim's exam. I tried to add a lot of detail and build up the anticipation and embarrassment for Jim...
Aria woke up. It was Friday morning, she smelled like sex, her hair was sticky and tangled, her vagina was sore, and she didn't want to go to school. Devon lay next to her, sleeping through the alarm she had set on her phone the night before. He was cute, lying on his chest like that, a little bit of drool wetting the sheet by his handsome face. Aria liked h...
Chapter 10 - An evening with Pledge Kathleen The 19 women, with President Alexandra setting the pace and calling cadence, ran in towards the university in military formation. She sang in a manner very familiar to anyone who had ever undergone military training, with her 18 followers clapping and chanting after her: "Left...right...left-right-left!" "Left....
For Kathy—whose presence has inspired me and added joy to the world Note: This story about a private girls' school features only characters who are 18 or over. Janet Sanders had been teaching for several years when she was recruited by an old colleague to join the faculty of a new experimental private school—they preferred to be called "independent," of...
"Holy shit!" he murmured as he watched her cross the street. His light was red; hers was green. Ample but perky, he thought to himself, Hardly a hint of bounce as she strutted across the intersection. He had a death grip on the wheel; his cock twitched between his legs. Very perky tits he thought to himself. Very perky indeed. In his line of work he had see...
The part of her day between submitting the forms and going to the clinic was a mad blur. At least she didn't have class with him. She didn't think she could face him without giving away their new relationship. The thought of what would happen if she failed to keep her end of the bargain chilled her. She had no doubt he would make her life a complete hell. Th...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of these over 18 year old characters or situations in this story to anything real is purely random chance. The seed of inspiration for this story came from reading a couple of other stories with similar themes that melded nicely with my own recollections of daydreams and wishful thinking about the assembled array...