Unlike most smart people, I tend to ignore the fact that warming up before strenuous exercise is essential for your overall good health and for best performance. I’ve always been lazy like that and until recently, I’ve been lucky. But my luck ran out playing tennis on a hot day, and during the course of stretching to make a shot, I pulled and injured some tendons in my upper thigh. I ended up assigned to physical therapy...

To Hell and Back. The book was the first I had read in some time. I looked at it on the floor, it’s spine demolished after the first readthrough, marred with highlights and underlines throughout. I stared at it, having made up my mind. I knew I needed help and I was going to get it; however, I was still the same stubborn jackass and was determined to do as much as I could by myself. Emily stared at me with a look of conce...

I shuffled my body aligning my face with the oval opening in the massage table. Inhaling the scent of the always freshly cleaned linens, I parted my legs slightly. The cool air from the fan caused goosebumps and I wondered to myself just how transparent or opaque the thin sheet covering my completely naked body would be. What a time to be thinking of this. Awkwardly I tugged on the fabric from behind my back and moved my...

It ended as quickly as it began. Peggy Jo met Arnold at a local square dance the Teen Club of America provided once a month for kids from the surrounding area. Neither much liked dancing, but both loved the after party activity in the back seat of his parents' F-150 pickup. It was a tight fit since both PJ, as she was called, and Arnie were large body individuals. The reclining seats helped, especially when PJ rode him co...

Dr. Helen Smith was a smoking hot blond. She had a pale, white, milky complexation and curves in all the right places. However, her best features by far were her legs. She had long slender legs with jaw-dropping carves and toned thighs. Her feet were always pedicured and just beautiful, with high arches and red nail polish. The first time I saw her she was wearing a flowery summer dress and sandals. I was rock hard I'm su...

Nicole pointed at a picture of me and Peter. “Isn't is about time you forget about him? It’s a bloody month, time to move on!” “He was my first love.” I knew Nicole was right but I wasn't ready yet. “Oh, come on, Ellen. You’re in your early twenties, right? You should have men crawling at your feet with a body like yours”. I knew she was right. Many women look with envy at my body. I hardly have to put any effort in it bu...

Kim opened the door to let the woman in and then wheeled herself out of the way. When the woman was clear of the door, she gave it a shove with her hand and slammed it shut. The woman turned and looked down at her with a disappointed look on her face. “You must be Kim. I was warned that you might be a handful.” She placed her bag on the couch and looked back over at Kim. “I’m Lara, and I’ll be starting your physical thera...

I pasted on my most affable, self-deprecating face while Ellen socialized with the six frat boys she’d homed in on. Actually, they were first year associates at a big LA law firm, they claimed. They had enough arrogance and youthful bravado for it. They were cookie cutter douche bags as far as I was concerned and for all practical purposes they were frat boys, half-a-dozen clean cut boys in chinos and Cole Haans with styl...

It had been the dream of my cousin Tara and I to start our own sex therapy clinic after we both got our master's degrees in psychology with an emphasis on human sexuality. We were eager to analyze the sexual responses of people of different sexes and ages and to help them with their problems. We were able to get a generous loan to start our clinic and rent a space in a nice professional building.Our first clients are wome...

What a week it's been. I have been so busy that I've hardly had time to think, let alone time to relax...I am so stressed out by the usual daily grind, I need a break! I need to relax, what I really need is a nice, long, deep massageYes, that would be just the thing to chill me out a bit. I call my friend, the woman who normally does it, but she's not available until next week. Shit. I go to my macbook, check the address...

It all began in my job as a psychotherapist and had numerous women come and see me with complaints of headaches and talk of demanding husbands always wanting sex, that the women did not want to provide. The story was almost always the same, to the same neat pattern. The women would explain that when they met their husbands, when they were younger, usually in their late twenties, that they had numerous lovers to choose fro...