Summary: We are definitely having thoughts of sexual dysfunction
at the Refuge lately and so I had to write a story-this is
dedicated to the naughty girls in the chat room!
Disclaimer:We know they belong to us but are the property of
Carter and 1013 productions.
Worried hands massaged the tender skin working from the head up
but it just would not stand. No matter how much he worried
and massaged the skin it just would not stand up.
He bowed his head and shook his head. What was causing the
problem? What was wrong? Was it stress? Was it just a small
problem or was it a medical emergency?
He stepped into his shower hoping that the relazing warm water
and a moment to have clear thoughts might give way to
improvement on the situation. His hand automatically again
went to the despaired area and again started kneading the soap
on the skin and pulling and tugging on the slippery end.
His thoughts went immediately to how he abused this area so many
times.Maybe lack of stimulation or maybe too much stimulation was
causing the problem? Maybe it was that it was too long or maybe
was it too short? Maybe he was just putting too much pressure on
himself to be perfect.
He placed his worried mind to rest.Then he came, to a conclusion,
maybe he was just trying too hard.
He stepped back out of the shower and decided to placed less
effort on his problem and concentrate on what he would wear over
to Scully's place.
He nervously knocked on the door. Scully too, had noticed his
problem and was trying to come up with different ways to help him
to overcome the situation.
She opened the door and he walked into her living room area. No
words were exchanged. She motioned him into her bedroom and he
followed nervously. What was she planning? Would she solve his
"Mulder take off your shirt!" she demanded in a low gravely voice.
He was a bit hesitant but he shed the shirt slowly and followed
her into the bathroom.
"Sit Mulder!" Her voice still demanding but soft.
He felt nervous about allowing her to have so much control over him
but she would help him with his problem, she was his friend.He sat
down on the hard wooden chair and tried not to look at the
instruments she was going to use on him.But he could not help but to
see the gel or the dull edged scissors. 'What the Hell?'
She looked down and observed the problem, it was flacid and without
any form. She almost smiled at what she was going to do to him but
held back and started massaging the area. She started slowly and
then became more aggressive. No area was left untouched.She only
stopped briefly to apply the gel to her hands.
Her gentle hands made it tough for Mulder not to moan with pleasure
but he knew it would be inappropriate.He allowed her to continue and
felt her warm breath as she exhaled, a gentle breeze teasing his
She pulled and tugged unrelentlessly.Every once in a while she would
cause him some pain but he bit his lip and held onto the chair.
After she finished she looked down at Mulder and smiled,"It's up
Mulder, do you want to see?"
He nodded eagerly and she took him by the hand and led him over
to her mirror. He could not help but to smile as he stared at it
as it was now standing straight up.
He turned to her and took her into a strong embrace and whispered
into her ear, "Finally, a good hair day. Thank you Scully."
Now what did you think I was talking about???