Mandy lay there on the couch waiting for her doctor to return to undertake her rectal examination. She had a strong sense that there was something else wrong with her, but after describing the symptoms the doctor has suggested that it would be worth undertaking a rectal examination as a preventative check to rule out some of his concerns. After lying there f...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" series. I urge you to read the first, second, and third chapters before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with...
Dawn helps a bullied older student. 8======D ( ) ; ( ) Dawn Simmons, anal slut extraordinaire, sighed as she tapped her pen against her lips. She was sitting at the varsity's coffee corner, waiting for her tutor to arrive. It was the second semester of her first year in Wheaton, and she was having a little trouble with the statistics class. She was great...
This is a work of fiction, based on no true experiences or actual people. ** The Happy Ending 3 - The Science of LSRT ** Michele had contacted me discretely, asking that we meet for dinner and some conversation regarding work she was doing related to massage therapy. I was happy to do it, and we set the date for a week out at a pleasant spot that was out...
This is a fictional account of something which could have happened. Don't waste your time telling me you do not like the story. I would like to hear comments helping me write better. *** It was early 2000 when William Archer (Wil) negotiated the sale of his internet company with the help of his childhood friend, Jon Whishman. Jon attended college receivin...
Do not reprint without express consent of the author. Do not read if you are under 18. All rights reserved. My name is Mason Youn and I've been investigating my wife Carrie's involvement with an as-yet unidentified other man. My investigation has suffered a couple minor setbacks; my attempt to procure a saliva sample from her for my do-it-yourself DNA tes...
Michelle heard the door close and the sound of his footsteps walking into the living room. As always, she was waiting in the position he had instructed her in. She was just in front of the couch, in the middle of the carpet. With the exception of the silk scarf that covered her eyes, she was completely naked. She was on her knees and sitting back on her heel...
He smiled as he dropped the five envelopes into the mailbox and kept walking. That was the last piece of the nasty business he had to handle. Briefly he wondered how long it would take for the explosions to start. He knew when they would finish; August thirty first. That was the date they would sit down in the lawyer's office and go over all the financial r...
"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....
Reading these two chapters alone will not do the story justice. Please go back and read chapter 1-5. I promise it will make this part better. This part isn't too BDSMy, but I wanted the people who read the first part to find it. ~~*~~ Chapter 6 Her quarters were an upgrade from the Northumberland. She was fuming. With only a half a glass of wine before s...