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...
(I was blessed to be the first person Red told about this idea, and was eager to jump upon this chain right from the get-go. I have always loved writing medieval fantasy, and this idea was, literally, right up my alley. The character of Bagdemagus – a charismatic, witty, yet ultimately evil figure – had been brewing in my mind for years, seeking the right ou...
"You are not going in there." Mykal's voice was hard. "What do you mean; I'm not going in there?" Brigit asked, her eyes flashing. "I mean that there is no real reason for you to go into a holding cell with an 8 foot tall dragon-looking lizard man, so you won't be." "And when exactly did you start to believe that you are my keeper?" "Right around the t...
It seemed that every day he could not wait to see her. She had made such a difference in his life and he did not think that she even knew it. She came to work at the clubhouse about a month and a half ago and since then his life had changed. She was very pretty. Even though she was from Columbia, she was blond. Her breasts were not all that large but big eno...
Author's Note: This is the third book of a trilogy. Do not expect much sex. It only covers parts of four days and the principles are waiting til after the ceremony. Chapter 1—Smoldering Ember Interlude: 25thAnniversary Cindy: Everyone knows about the news spot. A free lancer was covering the wedding on his own dime. NBC picked up his story as a human int...
It seems that Hank, the closet monster, got mad because his story wasn't told, so here it is. You'd best read the first story and chapter 2 in order to truly understand, if possible, what was going on in my home. In my advancing senility, I sometimes lose track, too. In all my happy feelings about the future of the rest of my life, it seems that I had rat...
Why had the TARDIS led him here? It was not that he could not appreciate the aesthetic beauty of the people, buildings and scenery surrounding him, but they seemed remarkably free of problems. There had to be some dark secret behind this perfect society. For the first time in many regenerations, The Doctor looked old. It was difficult to retain that flirting...
Disclaimer: This is a continuation of Jerry's afternoon with his sister Diane. It can be enjoyed (hopefully) as a stand alone tale, but plays a key part in his sexual evolution. I'm sure the fine restaurant chain mentioned in this story does not condone actions in their premises of the sort described. All characters in my stories are figments of my imaginati...
Thursday, our last full day at the apartment, started in the most delicious way. Anja had taken me to bed early on Wednesday night. We made soft, tender love for a long time, spooned and slept. She was awake early and wakened me with the tender touch of her lips and hand. She was excited, bubbly, fidgety. We fucked hard and fast, noisily and energetically. A...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...