A sex story in Illumination?
Naked Sex Boobies Butt
Salacious details inside. . .
I lie quietly on the table. I was nervous. I felt naked, which felt good, but I wasn’t exactly naked. My groin area was covered by a small towel that was placed strategically across my, er, groin.
A young woman leaned over me, peering deeply into my eyes. The woman was wearing librarian glasses. Sexy librarian glasses. I love librarian glasses on a sexy woman. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it! Of course, as soon as I told myself that, I started thinking about it.
Just a few minutes earlier, while laying down on the table, I had accidentally exposed my butt to her. I made a nervous joke: “This is my first time. If I had known you were gonna see my butt, I would have shaved it.” Polite laughter. I hate polite laughter.
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The sexy librarian started rubbing my arm, first gently, then a little rougher.
“Oh, I like it rough.” Polite laughter. Mortified! She heard that? I thought I thought that!
Soon, another beautiful woman entered the picture. Ooh, two of them. From where I was lying, all I could see were her eyes. Beautiful, sexy eyes. I wondered what she would look like with sexy librarian glasses on.
Then she spoke. Her words sounded like I imagined Louise Sawyer 2.0 would sound as she read her dirty, sexy stories to me.
The sexy librarian moved to my groin area. Slowly, seductively, and gently, I felt the small towel lifted slightly from my groin area.
I couldn’t see if I was exposed or not because I didn’t want to lift my head.
“Woo, boy, it is cold in here.” I said, just in case. Silence. Dummy! Bet you wish there was polite laughter now.
Nakedsexboobiesbutt! Stop it, stop it, stop it! It’s gonna happen and you’re not gonna be able to do anything about it.
I heard a click, and a vibration noise started down. . .*gulp* there! Soon, I felt a gentle back and forth, the vibrations echoing throughout my body.
I was sure it was gonna happen, now. But it didn’t.
But I did start to feel a little woozy. I was briefly alarmed. Was I gonna wake up dead or, worse, robbed?
The panic feeling subsided quickly, and soon, I was in the thralls of a drug induced stupor.
Beautiful, sexy librarian leans over and whispers in her beautiful, sexy librarian voice. “Feeling better? Pulse rate jumped up a little for a second.”
Soon, a male voice interrupts my reverie. A male? Ha ha, not likely my friends. Not in this fantasy. Out, damn spot. Out!
“Chuck, we’re gonna begin the procedure now. Let us know if you feel anything and we’ll give you more medicine.” Well, thank you Dr. McDreamyhumor! Off course I’m gonna feel something.
I slowly faded off into nothing, feeling nothing, thinking my good thoughts.
Nakedsexboobiesbutt!
To all medical personnel and first responders: Thank you, from the bottom of my repaired heart. And to all nurses, I love you all!
Chuck hopes he is recovering his sense of humor since having two stents placed in his main(widow-maker) artery, which was 95% occluded. This is his first story since having the procedure last week, primarily because he thought he was gonna die, and what did it matter anyway? Please feel free to comment, as usual, because I love to read ’em! You can reach Chuck at [email protected]
PS: If you enjoyed this story, here’s a subtle push towards my newsletter. When you sign up with your email, I’ll send you some original, never before published content, and some links to my Medium stuff as soon as I finish with this medical crap. Thanks to Kristi Keller for the inspiration for the wording of this blurb.
