By AlexisVane. I’d signed up thinking it would be chill. Some extra credit, maybe a free snack at the end. The flyer said: “Seeking male volunteers for Kinesthetic Art & Bondage Form Lab — Clothing optional (but modesty respected). No experience necessary.” So, naturally, I assumed I’d be standing there while a bunch of girls tied knots on my arms or whatever. They promised I could keep my underwear on. What didn’t they mention? That I’d be the
Read moreBy Frequent-Air-520. My name is Lisa (changed for privacy), and I am a 36-year-old Nurse Practitioner. The following is a confession about how I, in a grotesquely unprofessional and wholly unethical fashion, implemented a generationally mortifying SPH experience for a budding young man who was a patient of mine when I was a young woman. When I was 23 and still in my DNP program, I got licensed as an RN and began to split my time between classes and
Read moreBy TeenyWeeny2. I couldn’t quite believe this was really happening. It had been just over a week since I’d asked my Mom to make an appointment with Dr. Richards, our family GP. “Sweetie, what’s the matter? Is your knee playing up again?” she’d asked with such sweet sincerity. I’d initially planned to lie about my reason for wanting to see the Doctor, but the more I turned things over in my mind, the harder it became to ignore the creeping
Read moreBy LilDean. I was sincerely relieved to have found a place to live so quickly. I received a call from my future roommate, Lucy, and she seemed extremely interested. She told me she had just turned 21 and that her salary didn’t yet allow her to afford a place of her own in London. As for me, at just 24 years old, I had just landed a job at a major law firm and needed to find accommodation in the
Read moreBy LilDean. Leaving the hospital, I felt an immense sense of relief. I could finally resume physical activity. Of course, this came with several rehabilitation sessions. Still, at least I wouldn’t have to deal with the frustration I had endured for nearly three months. A few days after my 19th birthday, I had a car accident. Although it hadn’t caused any irreversible damage, several of my bones had been broken. But that was finally behind me, and my doctor had
Read moreBy nextweekipromise. A text message at 4 am spoiled my Saturday morning chance to sleep. “Hey, if I have to be awake, why not you too, Sleepyhead.” I don’t know why CeCe has liked me; I’m old enough to be her father, maybe even her grandfather! “WTF?” I replied. Maybe it’s just that she likes my type of bantering. We’re always kidding around at the dog park. Or maybe she just likes that our two dogs are great play friends
Read moreBy Little Timmy. It was finally time for my colonoscopy, which I’d booked 9 months ago. “It’s getting as bad as Canada,” I thought. But, good to get it done since the insurance will cover it. The staff at the hospital was great, although I felt a little stressed out, thinking that something might go wrong. That stress disappeared after Dr. Karen came to see me and explain the procedure. She was a very pretty woman of about 35, with
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. “We just need to sign a non-disclosure agreement,” the pretty receptionist said, flashing her pearly whites at me. I was putty in her hands. Like an idiot, I skimmed through the document before me and aptly signed. “And this one too, honey,” she added, placing another lengthy document before me. “Ugh, yeah, sure….” I signed this one without a second thought. I guess you could say I was intimidated by her beauty. Needless to say, it clouded my
Read moreBy Babydicklover. “But Mom, I don’t want to! You can’t tell me what to do.” Shouted Ryan, a privileged and bratty sixteen-year-old boy. “You will do as I say. Get ready. We are going to Dr. Barb today. You are simply getting too fat.” She barked back and overpowered his shameful attitude. Ryan stomped to his room and slammed the door with strength. Instead of going out after school on a Friday, he would see his pediatrician. His mother rolled
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. Back in the mid-2000s, I had it all. I worked for a financial investment firm as an account manager. I was pretty good at my job and slowly climbed the corporate ladder. I was confident, I was handsome and I was very, very sure of myself. I had a revolving door of sexual partners and considered myself to be quite the Adonis. I established myself in my career and was not shy of showing off the fruits of
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