"Henry! Henry, over here!" I'm normally a quiet and patient man, but the welcome sight of my good friend Henry entering the hotel rendered me incapable of containing my excitement. I gazed over the heads in the crowded lobby and held up my hand so he could find me. It seemed an eternity before our arms met in a strong handshake and bumping of chests. In my...
She hit the snooze button for the third time. Usually she was up and moving the first time her alarm went off. But not this day. She has been dreading this day for a year. She had met Shane in High School. The hit it off very well. Everyone called them the perfect couple. They continued their relationship through college and married the day after graduation....
This is an edited draft. Please keep that in mind when reading this story. I hope you enjoy this tale enough to vote. Thank you. ***** Acclaimed Boston Psychiatrists Tries to 'Cure' Lisle A few stray leaves, crusty and dry blew upward and through Cambridge Street as Lisle made her way toward the doctor's office. Boston traffic was snarled and she was run...
Copyright 2011 by madengineer3 This is largely a true story. Names and locations have been changed, but the facts are correct. I hope that this father's loss will warn others in similar circumstances. * My name is Henry, the last name doesn't count. I have worked in industries that require applied physical sciences for most of my adult life. Don't misjudg...
"Miss Jasper, after due analysis, it has come to my attention that your fear of anal sex is rooted deep in your subconscious, I feel that in order to overcome this rather irrational fear, you need to confront it in the most vivid way possible," Dr. Jean-Luc Charles said in that deep baritone voice of his as he looked at his patient, self-styled diva, Univers...
"Let's see, you're always talking shit about Black women online, and get into lengthy arguments with random sisters on Facebook and Instagram but you secretly crave Black female domination?" Dr. Theresa Robillard said, looking at her patient, Nicolas Agenor, as he sat on the couch, and confessed his innermost secrets. The big and tall, well-dressed young Bla...
I felt like I was goin' off the deep end, all stressed out and confused, so I thought I'd try going to a shrink. I stepped into her office and she had me lie down on the big, expensive-looking brown leather proverbial couch. She asked me to talk about whatever was on my mind so I began. 'Last night for instance, I had this dream.' 'What did you dream abo...
Chapter Eight: Entrapment "Here, sit beside me," Erika invited Katie as the dark haired woman and Alistair came down for breakfast. Both looked showered and refreshed, but Erika knew better. When it came to sex, she had a keen eye, and these two had been up most of the night. Inside, she burned. Outwardly, though, she kept her face smooth, offering a pleasa...
Bebe Glazer sat behind her desk inside the large corporate office overlooking Seattle. She was a curvy woman with dark hair and eyes. Although she had average looks, she was a woman of a sharp intellect. Also, she was ruthless and quite manipulative. There was nothing Bebe Glazer wouldn't do to get what she wanted. She had been that way ever since she was li...
Life as a psychiatrist in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, can certainly be more thrilling than I would have thought possible. My name is Minerva Suleiman and I'm a Lebanese Christian woman living in our nation's fair Capital. I moved to Ottawa from my hometown of Montreal, Quebec, after graduating from McGill University. I wanted some peace and quiet, after the...