MIRA
I stepped into the private ward, the dim light casting soft shadows over the room as David, my patient, laid sound asleep.
As a nurse, I was supposed to heal, not lust after the bodies I tended to. But my heart raced as it always did when I was alone with David.
It had been so f*****g long since anyone had touched me—months, maybe a year? Or even Longer?
David was the first man and his d**k… oh, f**k, his d**k was the only one I’d seen in what felt like forever.
And it was f*****g perfection. Thick and veiny, with that slight upward curve that promised to hit all the right spots.
The head was plump and rosy, like a ripe fruit begging to be sucked, while the rest of his length was thick enough to stretch my mouth just right.
I could imagine the smooth, velvety skin sliding
