1. Cushions


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: ufpe, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Cushions Dr Wang was weird. A noted neurologist in his prime, he had implemented a myriad of therapies still in use today, but soon grew out of favor from his colleagues for his unorthodox resolution approach and social philosophies. Once rejected and demoted, the unfairly labeled 'Demented Doctor' was finally forced to accept an 'engineering' position with an upstart furniture manufacturer specializing in therapeutic furniture. Despite his frequently recognized professional success, he felt mentally unchallenged and actively pursued his own personal research during his free time. Dr. Wang was a quiet, short and stout offspring of a mixed marriage that had failed early in his youth. His Mother had struggled to support his younger Sister and himself well into maturity until succumbing to a heart attack while abusing herself with an oversized dildo in the shower. His Sister, Suki disappeared, and was finally located years later as the head mistress of a brothel in San Francisco's Chinatown district under investigation for selling sushi and sex without the appropriate state licenses. By now, the discredited doctor was living a semi-obscure lifestyle supported by his meager earnings from the furniture factory where our two destinies would merge. My name is Logan. I've been going through training as an EMT at the local JC while living at home and supplementing my income by selling whatever herb I can glean from a local medicinal grower, Ray. Times were tough, and I eventually ...
    succumbed to parental pressure to obtain regular employment despite my deep desire to live off the grid on a couple acres of hybrid herb. I spent a rainy afternoon scouring the net and local papers until I finally secured several leads that were flexible enough to further my education. The next afternoon a local bus dropped me off a block away from an unimpressive warehouse and after a quick blast of courage from a hit of train-wreck, I staggered into the front office and somewhat hesitantly announced my availability for employment to a middle age receptionist. Taking a seat in front of a montage of various chairs and beds manufactured on site, I shuddered at the thought of the manual labor required of a warehouseman along with the impending loss of personal freedom. Never known for my personal motivation, I had not held a job for any length of time, and had long ago fallen from the last rung of desirability to the opposing gender. If offered the position, my long maintained lifestyle would be unalterably shaken despite the potential advantages employment would offer. Still in the throes of self-pity, a well dressed up-beat older guy introduced himself as Harry, and escorted me to the privacy of his neat, well-maintained office. After a series of questions and a well rehearsed job description speech he welcomed me to the company and guided me out onto the production floor. The overall feeling rendered by the crew was mellow, and I found myself re-evaluating my negative thinking ...
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