The Nurse’s Consummate Bedside Manner

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About a year ago I was in a terrible car wreck with multiple traumatic injuries. Broken bones and burns, the worst on my hands, coming from trying to pull my friend from the car before rescue workers pulled me away and got her out safely. I was in the hospital for almost a month.There was practically nothing I could do all day except sit there and lay in bed with my bandaged hands and try to get some sleep, which wasn’t easy considering my other injuries. I had no family in the area; friends visited infrequently, one of them bringing me my laptop, even though my club-like bandaged hands couldn’t really type. After about a week, the attending physician examined and rebandaged my hands, leaving the tip of the middle, ring and pinky finger on my left hand and the ring finger on my right Sex hikayeleri exposed, allowing me to type on the laptop. Just that was a godsend.But I couldn’t even feed myself. I could grasp the big insulated thermos with iced tea or lemonade in it, and sip from a bendy straw, if I hugged it with my forearms. But eating, the nurses had to come in and literally spoon feed me. It was humiliating but I was so grateful, and tried to thank them as sincerely as I could.In the evenings, after the lights were turned out, I would pull the laptop over on the bedside table and cycle through a gallery of porn pictures I had stored in the cloud. I tried to visit free streaming sites to watch videos of beautiful women and men fucking and sucking, but the hospital’s wi-fi had a Sikiş hikayeleri content blocker.Eventually, I found sleep and dozed off blissfully. Around 1 or 2 a.m. I was awakened by the nurse coming to check my vitals: Kendall, or Kennie as she wanted to be called, a very pretty blonde from Kansas who sat patiently and fed me chicken noodle stew in the evenings.This night, I had fallen asleep in the adjustable bed, multiple pillows under my neck, snoring, hands at my side, as my laptop strobe-lit the room with a porn slideshow on repeat. Kennie fit my elbow with a blood pressure cuff, then held my hand intimately as I stirred to consciousness, trying to see who this angel was in my darkened room.“Oh, God,” I moaned, seeing the porn scrolling on my laptop. “I’m Erotik hikaye so sorr—““It’s OK,” Kennie said softly. “We all have needs.”“Thank you,” I whimpered.“I can help with those needs,” she said, barely above a whisper.My eyes widened at Kennie’s bold come-on; it was like like something you’d hear in a movie. But she was right, whether it was feeding myself or sexual release, I had daily physical needs that I could not address I nodded. “OK,” Kennie said. “Be right back.”It felt like an hour but it was only five minutes. I saw her silhouetted in the doorway carrying a tote bag. She turned and closed the door, completely darkening the room. I felt her hand on my hairy chest, soothing me up and down.“I’m going to touch your penis,” she said softly, asking for my consent. I nodded. She turned on the reading light over the headboard, then reached into her bag and pulled out a medical-grade penis pump. Kennie swabbed the latex collar with some lubricant and fit it around my dick, which was semi-hard and stirring to life in anticipation.

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