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Her best Her [MF]

“Dr. Bloom will see you now, Ana.” The nurse is cute. A bit thin, but tall and athletic. Ana idly wonders if she is fucking the doctor, isn’t that the cliche? Ana is a cynic and a skeptic, and she knows she is being unfair to this woman she’d barely met, and to the doctor.

Dr. Bloom has a great reputation among Ana’s closest friends. Lisa came home from his office, and after those first two visits she hadn’t touched a cigarette again. She was a changed woman. Lisa was positively glowing under Bloom’s care, and all she could tell Ana was “it’s really life changing, what he does.” She said it almost dreamily, like she was remembering … something.

Lisa was a bit of a flake, and Ana wouldn’t have given Dr. Bloom a second thought until Deb went to him. Deb was part of the friend group, but she was tough to be around. She took pride in “telling it like it is,” but that was just code. She was a bitch. She’d yell at anyone, and have fun doing it. She yelled at a police officer over a month ago, poking him in the chest as she argued with him. She was sentenced to therapy in addition to a hefty fine. She chose therapy with Dr. Bloom. Deb was downright lovely the last two weeks, his treatment of her bad attitude and explosive temper was eerily effective. Just like with Lisa, whenever Ana asked how he did it, the answers were vague, and in Deb’s case accompanied by an uncharacteristic dopey smile. Read more »

Bar Three [MF, FM]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe. We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down. Read more »

Back of the Bar [FM, MF]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe.We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down. Read more »