Chapter One: Business as Usual Waverly Hills Sanatorium. Present Day. "I told you to be careful!" a guard exclaims. "This isn't your private presidential suite, for God's sake!" "Hey!" the second guard retorts. "It's the first time I spilled my coffee!" "Clean it up before the shrinks see us," the first guard continues. "Nobody's gonna come here!" repl...
Chelsea's Practice Secret Chelsea thought life couldn't be better. She married her childhood sweetheart and has three adorable children. Her husband's a dentist and has her own career in advertising. A distressing phone call placed her on a path to a traumatic marriage breakdown and a difficult divorce. She started seeing Doctor Love for help, satisfying an...
The next morning, they have some important decisions to make. They do agree that Vincent should go to the theatre as he is supposed to, to play tonight's show. He will take a gun and long knife with him to make sure he can defend himself on the way. But should he confront Simon, the male lead who set the gang on him, with his deed? 'I don't like the though...
The Examination Soft touches on my tortured ass and upper thighs woke me up. I moaned with the pain it caused and I tried to move. Gentle hands pushed me down and a soft whispery female voice told me to stay calm and relax. She was rubbing a special paste on my injuries so they would heal fast and clean. The paste, however, would not take away any pain or d...
Warning This is a story about my own kind of Futanari. Futanari is a japanese word meaning hermaphrodite but over the ages in Japan it have had other meanings too just as in western society today it can mean a few different things. My story holds true to the hermaphrodite meaning and the futanaris that take part in this story all have a pussy and a cock. Tb...
(Author's Note: This short piece is somewhat of a sequel to a story submitted under my first name 'Stephen7'. Although it's not all autobiographical in nature and very much fiction, the premise is based on my annual visit to the doctor for my physical, whom by the way for the last two years has been a very pretty younger woman. This year I did find myself em...
Patience did as she was told, and began to undress. It was a little cooler here in Doctor Cranshaw's consulting room. She had not needed a topcoat nor a jacket for the walk to his house in the June sunshine. She commenced with the skirt; unfastening the belt then reaching around for the hidden buttons. The skirt was fashionably short for 1910, at least six i...
This story is not textbook bdsm. There are no chains, whips, blindfold or leather. Instead it's about loving emotional control, which I find more intriquing. It may not be to the taste of some bdsm purists as it offers a different form of control. * Neither of them addressed but it was obvious there was a change in their relationship. They were warmer, mor...
8. It was a sunny day and I thought I would pick up a few things at the market for lunch and go sit at the park. I wondered through the store not having any idea of what to eat for lunch. That’s when I saw her, leaning up to try and get a coffee pot from the top shelves. Her tiny ass still looked the same as that day in her office, but today she was wearing...
To All Readers: I wanted to place a warning here that the content of this story may contain sensitive material that may not be suited for people who find certain fetishes offensive or disturbing. This story does include the following fetishes/activities - Medical Play, Testicular Exam, Assisted Urine Sample, Male Anal Play, Tentacles, MDLB, Non Human (Alien...