The morning after their mother returned home, Cheryl pulled her stepdad aside after breakfast. “Can I talk to you in my room tonight, after Mom is asleep?” she asked. “Is something wrong?” Spencer asked. “Not really, but I do want to talk to you,” Cheryl...
Sally didn't always sleep through the night. She usually woke up a few times, and some of those times, she'd awake a little horny, often due to a racy dream that had just ended. On those nights, she always remembered what hubby said, “Wake me if you need...
The next morning, being Saturday, it was 9 am by the time Spencer got up, showered, got dressed, and went to the kitchen. “Good morning,” Cheryl said, smiling as she sat at the breakfast table. “A very good morning,” Stephanie added, also smiling broadly....
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...
Spencer was an IT guy who was married to Karen, who had two daughters from a previous marriage, Cheryl, the oldest who was eighteen, and Stephanie, who was seventeen. So Spencer, now thirty-eight, and also on his second marriage, now had two step-daughter...
Many years ago, my Aunt Thelma came to visit my mom at our house for a few days, just a sister-to-sister visit since they hadn't seen each other in a few years. The timing was good since Thelma could use my sister's room while she was away at Girl Scout c...
They say our dreams reveal our real desires. I wonder if that's true after the dream I just had because I didn't think I'd be into what happened in my dream. But I wanted to share it with you, and it went something like this: I went to my usual massage pa...
Father Adrian arrived at St Mary's church and school a few weeks back and was now taking a tour with Sister Ruth. He was an attractive priest, about forty years old, who would live at the rectory and was now seeing the school, along with the convent for t...
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...
Back in the early nineteen sixties, Bob's parents took a vacation to northern Wisconsin each summer. Most years, they spent the time at his grandfather's house, but this year, they rented a cabin at a lake. Joining seventeen-year-old Bob and his parents w...
The ring came at the door and I was ready. I knew this would be the psychologist my friend Suzanne told me about, who came by to satisfy her “anxiety”, or sexual frustration, the way the doctors used to do with hands-on stimulation. She told me that he wo...
They say our dreams reveal our real desires. I wonder if that's true after the dream I just had because I didn't think I'd be into what happened in my dream. But still, I wanted to share it with you. It went something like this: I was a princess, living i...
I heard the doorbell and was startled a bit as I daydreamed about the appointment I booked, and now the doctor was here. I'm Debra, divorced and in my late thirties with no kids. It all started for me when my friend Suzanne told me about her great experie...
I’m a grad student at a small university. One good thing about being a university student is the cheap health care that comes with it, and I take advantage whenever I need to. Anyway, to help flesh everything out, I’m a short-ish guy, 5’7″ and about 130 p...
The doorbell rang just as I was expecting. I knew who it was, and I had been waiting for him. It would be the psychologist my friend Suzanne recommended, who had given her his 'clinical' therapy for anxious women. Anxious was code for sexually frustrated,...
