“It’s half-price margarita night at Tito’s,” Sandra said, rummaging in her purse as she walked to the front door. “Are you coming?” “You know it!” Gabby smiled. “I just have to close up, and I’ll meet y’all there.” All the girls who worked at the clinic went out for drinks every Friday. It made up for the fact that the job was otherwise boring and repetitive, collecting fluid samples from annoying patients to be sent off...

Scott was at home eating some lunch one day when his teeth started feeling more and more sensitive and a bit sore the more he ate. He thought to himself, “Urgh, think I’m going to have to call my dentist for a checkup, or worse.” Scott then grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number for the dentist. “Hello, I’d like to book an appointment with Mr. Fullerton, please? I think I have some issues on the ride side of my mout...

Bureaucracy had enabled him to earn a living for over twenty years, but now, on the other side of the fence, it felt like a chore and one that he found exhausting. Her questions had a clear purpose, but he struggled more with each passing minute. She recognised that he was finding the process difficult. It was part of her job to help those she met open up, providing insight into how their issues affected them. However, sh...

They had passed through the corridor to a fully equipped spa area. Tilda saw a small sauna and a swimming pool, fully equipped with a hoist and pulley system to make it accessible. And a small jacuzzi with an additional hoist. After Mark had explained how to use the hoist, he had disappeared to fetch her fresh towels. Knowing how much he would enjoy the show, Tilda had waited for Mark to return with her towels before she...

When Mark wheeled her back into her room, she wondered for a split second what kind of a kafuffle she had gotten herself into. Patricia had turned the bed into a mixture of a hospital bed and a gynaecological chair. On the bedside table, an array of electrodes, Toys and cables were piled up. And a big tube of ky-jelly was propped up prominently on the tray. “Yikes, I’m getting some mean Frankenstein vibes here.” Tilda whe...

By the time Tilda entered the dining room breakfast was nearly over. A table had already been set out for her with rolls, croissants, fresh coffee, orange juice, butter, jam, and some cheese. She had taken the iPad with her for a little breakfast read. As she spread jam on her croissant she scanned through the index of stories on the screen. The new developments from this morning had piqued her interest in clitoral and an...

The doorbell rang right on time, as Pam waited for the doctor to arrive. She had heard about this therapist from a couple of her friends, who both recommended him if she wanted to have a unique sexual experience safely. She quickly called him and made an appointment. Answering the door, she let him in, and they exchanged pleasantries. He looked nice in his sport shirt and slacks, and maybe about fifty years old or so. She...

I heard the doorbell while in the bathroom, so he'd just have to wait a minute. I knew it would be the psychologist my friends Suzanne and Kathy told me about, who did as the doctors did in the past to help women with “anxiety,” which was code for sexual frustration, by giving them hand stimulation to reach an orgasm. With a husband who would rather sit in his man cave with the guys, or even alone, than be with me, this s...

Worn out from the eventful day, Tilda’s sleep was deep and dreamless initially, but it changed when she entered her REM phase. The probes inside her continuously transmitted information to the monitors. Of course, the computer could not give her an erotic dream by plotting a story for her, but once the electrodes in her cap registered that she had entered the REM phase the computer started a special program, activating th...

Tilda's brow furrowed. “You mean it’s psychological?” “Only a part of it. We need to kickstart your body into sending the few messages it still can send to your brain, and we must convince your brain to accept them.” “So, what next?” “Well, the KY was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It falsifies any tests I’d usually now try. So, any tests for your vaginal region must wait till the jelly is absorbed. But I would like to do a...