My regular urologist of ten years had recently relocated to Steamboat Springs, trading in full-time medicine for a cushy three-day work week and afternoons on the slopes. As a result, my upcoming appointment was reassigned to the new doctor who’d taken his place. The attendant called out, “Patrick O’Malley.” I stood and followed her down a long hallway to the last examination room, a part of the office I’d never been to b...

After the ten-minute drive home, the sharp edge of my agitation had dulled, settling into a low, steady undertone. Kimmie, my wife, met me at the door. “Well? How did it go? Any problems?” “No, everything was fine.” I turned quickly and headed for the kitchen, but Kimmie knows me too well. She’s fluent in the little tics, shifts and tells that betray me. She’s a poker player, and a good one. “Wait a minute, Mister. Not so...

Hearing the engine start, I sat there in a daze, my mind reeling over what had just happened with Dr. Feiler—and how that single encounter might have changed my life forever. It was a terrifyingly exciting thought. Those two sentences—so nonchalantly uttered—set my heart pounding as my mind spiraled through wild, impossible scenarios. By the time I pulled into the driveway, I realized I couldn’t remember a single moment o...

Once we arrived home, Kimmie didn’t say a word. She went straight to our bedroom, her movements purposeful and controlled. I followed, heart thudding, already sensing what was coming but not daring to speak. Kimmie’s voice was sharp, unyielding—almost military. "Pat, take off your clothes!" The authority in her tone let me know she meant business. She opened my panties drawer of the dresser, her fingers gliding over the n...

After the intensity of our last session and my agreement, Kimmie arranged for us to meet Dr. Feiler the next Friday at the bar of a downtown hotel—drinks first, and then… whatever the night and her impulses let it devolve into. When I got home from work around four, Kimmie was already waiting at the door, as if she’d been listening for my car. She didn’t kiss me hello. Didn’t smile. She just looked me over and told me to...

As I knelt between Kimmie’s legs, I’d never seen her look so alive, so breathtakingly beautiful. In that moment, she glowed like a distant star in the deepest stretch of the cosmos, brilliantly bright from afar but utterly consuming up close. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, from that intimate, cum-coated glistening slice of paradise that caught the light like a gemstone. Her scent enveloped me, warm and heady, diss...