Sex Stories

He didn’t seem too upset about the experience, however, and was quite interested about what was going on around him. He asked me what I was there for, and flinched when I told him. The enema nurses proceeded to connect the IV tubing to me again. I again asked what it was for, and was [...]

For some years now, I have experienced bleeding during bowel movements. It is less likely to occur when I have had an enema, probably because there is less effort involved in evacuating. My doctor has attributed it to hemorrhoids, which is quite likely given my genetic makeup. But recently it became more severe, and the [...]

With a practiced motion, Corbet was pulled over his motherÍs knee with his bottom high in the air and his young manhood wedged between her thighs. He sniffed again as he heard her snap on a pair of latex gloves and he heard the distinctive sound of the jar of Vaseline being opened and then [...]

Corbet knew he was wrong and deserved to be punished, but that didnÍt make it any easier. He sat, for what seemed like hours, in his parents master bedroom awaiting his fate. The rules were well known to him, but just this once, he though they could be bent a little bit. But to his [...]

“Amy, one last chance. If you’re not down off that table by the count of three, I’ll have Nurse prepare another syringe, and we’ll put both of them inside you.” I knew I couldn’t fight him, and all I would gain by objecting any more is another enema, so I got down (besides, I secretly [...]

Dr. Ben strode into the room, smiling. “And how are you now, Amy??” He asked. I choked out: “O-okay.” “All right, young lady, time for the rest of your exam. Lie down on your back, legs together.” He helped me up on the table, and then stood at my head. “Put your arms over your [...]

I could tell he knew what I was thinking: “I can’t shake hands with this doctor with piss on my hand!” He patted me on the shoulder, and led me to the exam table, pulling out a “step” so I could get up easier. I sat on the edge of the table, and he looked [...]

The first stop was the scale (I hate that!) – 140 # (height, 5′ 6″) – then the exam room. It was like all the doctor’s offices I had been in as a child – except for the exam table, which had an ominous-looking pair of posts rising from one end, to which were attached [...]

It was time for me to go to the bus station. Mom drove me in our old station wagon, let me off at the station (things were safer in those days), and drove off. I was overwhelmed by the aloneness of all of this, and a bit hurt that Mom had not even offered to [...]

This was a long time ago, but the most popular thing that year was flared skirts and button blouses – with stockings and garterbelts. I often wondered why the boys liked to look at us the way they did – I knew WHY, of course – they were boys, we were girls, and they wanted [...]