Walking inside the ER felt like a surreal experience. Cassandra thought of how many times she had done it over the years and the sheer number of hours she had spent in this place. She was unmarried and had bounced between relationships like hip scotch in...
“You didn’t hear? I put in my two weeks today…” Cassandra cocked her head to the side with a playful smile on her face. “Well, technically, I told them my two weeks’ notice was two weeks ago when Sabrina forgot to cover her own damn shift, and I had to un...
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...
Dr. Gregory Louse stood in front of his white board, and gestured with his cane. "We have a new and inexplicable patient-of-the-week, people. What are the symptoms?" he demanded of his assembled team of diagnosticians. "Overactive libido and uncontrollabl...
It’s lounge lizard time. Just lying back, relaxing—end of a long, tough week. Fingers lazily tracing breasts and throat and lips. Contented, calm, peaceful moments. Your thoughts are still attuned to work as you start to wind down after another hard, but...
She texted me back almost immediately, saying that, before the end of the night, she badly wanted my cock in her mouth. She asked where I lived so she could drive over and pick me up soon. I told her. She said she'd be there in half an hour. I hopped in t...
The doorbell rang just when I expected it. I knew it was the psychologist my friend Suzanne had recommended, who had given her his “clinical” therapy for anxious women. Anxious was code for sexually frustrated, and he knew from his practice that many wome...
A few years ago, I moved out from my family home after a few years of local college. I had landed my first real job in the nine-to-five world, and I was loving life as an independent young man in his early twenties. One particular day, I was at the downto...
Every night I have dreams. For the last year, a night hasn’t passed without having incredible erotic fantasies while I sleep. It has become such a common occurrence in my life that I started to see a doctor about it. Her name is Dr. Wendy Morton. She is a...
It's Friday afternoon, late, almost time for the real estate office to close – all the staff have already left, or are on their way out the door now. Mrs. Ogden, the last client will be gone soon (or so they think...). Just clear out the last of the paper...
Dr James Kirkham sat in his study to enjoy his cigar. He enjoyed all the fruits of his success. His mind wandered as he remembered his early doctoring days in Yorkshire. Alongside his mentor, Dr Helliwell, he achieved great success in helping ladies of a...
The city around Matteo was eerily quiet as he strode along its streets. A quarantine had been implemented at the onset of the most recent outbreak, making the citizens virtual prisoners. No one was permitted to enter or leave the city walls, with the exce...
Dr James Kirkham was a very successful doctor. Although still only in his thirties, he had built up a successful practice on Harley Street. He was not in general practice. He was a specialist, a consultant. His speciality had begun almost accidentally mor...
The cashier had put on headphones and was playing with her phone. It was far, far into the night and Lily was the only person in the hospital cafe. She was too preoccupied to really want anything to eat or drink, so her tea went cold in no time. ‘Story of...
The doorbell rang. I was waiting for this and knew it was the psychologist who had been recommended by my friend Suzanne to treat women's anxiety. Anxiety was code for sexual frustration, in my case brought on by my husband's lack of a kinky bone in his b...
