The waiting room is small, functional yet intimate, a quiet and respectful place with a handful of seats set around three of the walls. You take a seat and glance at the clock on the wall, there's 5 minutes until your appointment. With a deliberate, slow, deep breath you check in on your heart, feeling her familiar race and willing her to be calm, she's sa...
(My first submission. Each story will be about a student.) ***** My name is Francis and I teach ballroom dancing. My very first student weighed over 270 pounds; she had a grip that cut off the circulation in my left arm. She was short, about 5' tall, and all bust. The only reason I mention Mrs. Swartz is to introduce you to reality. I wasn't teaching ju...
By Charlie the Wanking Wanker, read by Kingswoman. Copyright © 2013 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Nota Bene: Charlie has been a supportive fan of my voice from when I posted my first story. He asked (politely) if I could include some more vocabulary on breasts and recently he asked if I might write a story about a sex therapist with big tits....
PREVIOUS: Eighteen year-old vivacious Jenny visits a sex therapist for advice about her father's concerns over her penchant for prick teasing, exhibitionist dress style and to him, an exceptionally high libido. She's on her way for the second of two visits where the therapist will introduce her to the practice's new understudy Paul, a handsome young part-tim...
"Patel?" my wife said, astonished. It started at the sex therapist. Just before Christmas. Our sex life was fine, but not perfect. Two years after our first kid, we wanted to have a second, just in time for my wife's thirtieth. However, we both admitted that we could barely conjure up the passion to make love once a week, much less multiple time during her...
Penny and Paul have been married for 9 and a half years. All things aside they had a good marriage. They have two children and both are currently working at jobs that seem to be both stimulating and challenging. Their only problem has been in the bedroom. A few months ago, during their last lovemaking session, Penny attempted for the first time, to orally s...
I looked at the water melon seed, torn pineapple fiber, and indescrible brown goo. A handful of tropical warm ocean water lapped onto the blue air mattress and washed it all away. It was gone again. I heaved again. Only stringy, white spit came out of my mouth. Over the last hour, the fare had become less interesting. The sick pain in the gut had turned into...
Prologue In my professional life as a Clinical Virologist specialising in sexually transmitted and blood borne infections I worked closely with what were then known as Genitourinary Clinics — now called Sexual Health Clinics. The basic premise of this story is therefore based on actual fact, although as far as I am aware there is no health spa or clinic lik...
This story is based on a true encounter. I was gay up until I was 19. I knew I was different as a kid and as I got into my teenage years I started to experiment with older guys. I was a good looking kid/teenager however very oblivious to it. It wasn't until I was about 18/19 that I realized I was actually good looking, nice body and what would a lot consid...
It all began as Wendy Askew walked through her parents' game room during a party celebrating her high school graduation. Without warning, she was playfully yet soundly smacked on the bottom with a ping-pong paddle. The gentleman who administered the whack was Ted Weems, a friend of her Uncle Richie. "Hey!" Wendy cried in surprise. "Sorry, honey buns, just...