THIS IS A FANTASY...IT IS NOT REAL...IT IS A SEX PARODY This is a story about tennis mega star Serena Williams and Dr Dick (Me) the sports psychologist. I hope you enjoy it. *** I was in my office awaiting my next appointment. I was looking through a questionnaire I had her fill out prior to the appointment. I am a sports psychologist, and I have treated,...
I am a clinical psychologist, ten years out of college and practicing in a large west coast city. Your normal, everyday shrink deals with relatively healthy subjects who need counseling. The 'clinical' mind doctor like myself takes on the more difficult psyches, those with paranoia, schizophrenia, other such psychoses and mental illnesses. I have also adde...
Mistress Fatima Kader smiled to herself as she snapped a chastity device on her submissive, Aziz Diouf. The tall, dark-skinned Senegalese stud winced in pain as his mistress locked his long and thick ebony dick in her "dick cage" as she called it. The two of them were in her dungeon, as she called the basement of her townhouse in the Presidio Heights neighbo...
In 1977, I fucked twenty men. In 1978, I fucked only one and it was a one-night stand. I went back to Washington in disgrace. In the eyes of my employer, the Department of State, I was an alcoholic. My excessive alcohol abuse caused "additional problems" according to the brief against me. Translated, that meant I spent every weekend drunk and lying on my b...
Eric sat in a chair at the end of the bed, his legs straight out and spread apart on the bed. Erica lay on the bed, her feet resting in the space between his legs. He'd given her his best foot rub, he'd told her his boringest stories, he'd shushed her repeatedly when she tried to start conversations, offered her pills that the psychologist had conjured from...
My neighbor, Julia, and I always greeted each other with little more than a "hello, warm day," when we saw each other. She was often in her garden, pulling weeds from the ranunculus filled borders. When they finished flowering she put in salvias. It was a beautiful backdrop to her smile. I was always tired and appreciated having the colour and cheerfulness i...
This story is of a fantasy. It is not necessarily my fantasy, although I wouldn't rule that out, just as I wouldn't rule out that the situations of this story didn't happen. It is after all just a story. CM * I heard her before I saw her, she was arguing with someone. "Get away from me you arsehole!" "Give it to me bitch." "No fucking way, it's mine!" I...
Simon Craig was proud of himself. And justifiably, too! He had a stew cooking in the Aga in the vicarage kitchen and had performed the Morning Eucharist to a surprisingly large congregation considering it had been held at 9am on a Thursday morning. He had visited sick and elderly parishioners, giving kind words and prayers for those who wanted one and offer...
I had just locked up and left for home from a long day at work. Who ever said that being a psychologist was easy had to have been crazy. I don’t know what ever possessed me to become a psychologist. I should’ve become a teacher like my parents. Then I wouldn’t have to hear people complain all the time. But I digress. Anyways, I was on my way home when I got...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. It is very loosely based on a rumor I heard many years ago, long before Grey's Anatomy. It is strictly about a man and a woman. As for the sex, it's not particularly wild. If you're looking for a quick read-n-jerk, this will disappoint you. There is no wine. There are no flowers. It is bittersweet story...