Saturday, April 25, 2009

A Doctor's Desire, A Patient's Passion

Being both a doctor and a nurse may seem like a tough task because not many people can do both, but I make it seem effortless. My name is Kelly Thompson and I am both a medical doctor and a registered nurse with the Medical Center of Toronto in Ontario.

I've been a doctor and a nurse for eight years with a degree in nursing and a MD. My jobs may be hectic and challenging, but they are worth it. The pay maybe good, but just helping people get better is rewarding and satisfying enough. I'm admired by patients and colleagues like. I was even given a nickname called "The Medical Multitasker", because not only am I a doctor and a nurse but I also give CPR lessons at the local Red Cross.

One day, I had a patient resting in a hospital room after having survived a motorcycle accident. His injuries weren't life threatening. All he had were a broken arm, a few scrapes, and some broken ribs. His name was Thomas and he was from Montreal, Quebec. I came into his room as a doctor to show him the x-rays and keep him company. He had brown hair with one or two blonde highlights. Luckily, he didn't have head injuries because he wore his helmet while riding his motorcycle.

Thomas would look at me with his sparkling blue eyes and at smile while I kept him company. He would give me compliments, tell me about himself, and all. Then a few minutes later, I came back to his room as a nurse and got him ready for his sponge bath. Might I say for a guy who got a little banged up from a motorcycle accident, he got a body on him. He had chiseled abs, fit arms, and his skin was smooth. As I bathed him, he smiled at me. I smiled back at him.

After the sponge bath, I was back on doctor duty. I got a note from Thomas. When I went on my lunch break at the cafeteria, I read it. It started sweet and then it got a little hot. The hottest part of the note was where he said he dreamt of having sex with me as a way of thanking me. It also said he got a little hard from the sponge bath that I had given him and he dreamt of seeing what was under both my doctor's coat and nurse's uniform. I had gotten the vapors a little bit after reading the note. I put the note in my pocket and went back to work.

The next day, Thomas was about check out of the hospital. I was in doctor mode as I helped him with some paperwork. I gave him my phone number if he wanted to call me. I advised him to rest, go to rehab, and try not to do anything strenuous to himself. He gave me his number in exchange. We smiled at each other a bit as went on his way to recovery.

Four to five weeks later, I had just came home from work, getting ready to enjoy a quiet evening in my loft apartment in uptown Toronto. The doorbell rang and I saw these lovely bouquet of flowers and a box of cookies on the doorstep. I picked up the flowers and the cookies. My flowers had a card and I started reading it. As I read the card aloud, Thomas walked in and he stood behind me.

I turned and said, "Oh my God! Thomas, you surprised me."

He smiled at me and said, "Dr. Thompson, I thought I could come over and say thank you for all you've done for me after my accident."

I smiled back at him and replied, "The flowers are lovely and these cookies look delicious."

I took a bite of one of the cookies. As I ate the cookie, I felt Thomas's arms snaking around my waist. After I ate, I looked into his eyes and stroked his hair. He deeply and slowly kissed my lips. One of his hands softly touched face while his other hand rested on the small of my back. He took his time kissing me. His hands carefully took off my white doctor coat and placed it on the cream-colored sofa. His fingers moved lower to my neck where his kisses followed suit. I moaned at the feel of his lips on my neck as his hands ran through my long, black curly hair.

Thomas slowly unzipped my nurse's uniform and then unbuttoned my navy blue button-down shirt. He softly kissed my neck and throat before moving down to the tops of my breasts. With my size 44E breasts, you can say I'm very well-endowed.

"My God, you look very luscious, Dr. and Nurse Thompson. My dream's finally coming true." Thomas said with an aroused look in his eyes and a smile on his face.

"I'm off work, Thomas. Please call me Kelly." I said to him.

"OK, Kelly." He said before he slided both my uniform and shirt off of my voluptuous body.

Thomas reached around to unhook the back of my white lace underwire bra. I moaned and sighed feeling his kisses and caresses. He then picked me up and carried me to my bedroom while kissing my lips. Once we arrived in my bedroom, he gently laid me down on the bed. He knelt down to take off my white sneakers. He got up and then took off his shirt. His lean, ripped body turned me on in a straight second. His hands reached to the waistband of my black stretch pants and unzipped them. Carefully, he pulled them off of legs before getting on top of me. He kissed and licked my neck and throat. His fingers removed my bra as his mouth gently suckled my breasts and nipples. I arched my back as I responded to his kisses and licks on them. I continued to moan and groan as he moved his lips lower to my stomach, kissing and licking around my belly button.

My body started heating up from his foreplay. His fingers traced thewaistband of my white lace thong panties. He pushed them aside, exposing my hair-free cunt, and took his time licking and kissing it. I rocked my hips against his mouth as he tasted my woman honey. The tempo in my moans had increased to a crescendo. He lapped my juices like a cat lapping up milk from the saucer. After that, Thomas positioned himself in the middle of the bed, on his back. I sat on his face and let him lick me some more. His hands held on to my hips as he tasted me continuously. My juices were leaking into his mouth and tongue. His hands went up and down my body.

Then, I leaned forward and unbuttoned and unzipped his stonewash jeans. I took out his nearly-hardened cock from his blue boxers and stroked it. As I stroked his cock, I softly and slowly took long licks on it. We both moaned and groaned stimutaneously. His hands softly played with my hair as I tasted him. I took him out of my mouth and felt myself cum in his mouth. Thomas got from underneath me and kissed my lips.

"Mmmmm Kelly, you taste delicious and sweet like vanilla and honey. I'm so hard for you right now, I can't wait to be inside you." Thomas said to me.

So I took off his boxers and jeans until he was entirely naked. I got out a condom from my nightstand and put it on his cock. Thomas wrapped his arms around my waist as he entered my pussy. He took his time going in and out of me while kissing my lips, neck, and breasts. For a moment, I looked into his blue eyes and he looked into my brown eyes.

He told me how good I feel to him. My hands touched his body and face as he continued moving in and out me. Once we reached our mutual climax, Thomas laid back, having me on top of him with his cock still inside me. As I rode his cock, his hands slowly explored my body, caressing my soft skin. I leaned back while his hands gently squeezed my breasts. Next thing you know, my orgasm was spent. I softly collasped in Thomas's arms as my body rested and he passionately kissed my lips. We were in a post-coital embrace with a full-on afterglow.

"You're amaze me, Kelly. Mind if I keep you company in bed?" Thomas said to me.

"I don't mind that at all. Maybe we can role play with my nurse's uniform and my doctor's kit." I replied with a smile.

"That would be great." Thomas said as he kissed my hand.

It's was great having Thomas as my patient at the hospital, but him as a lover in my bed was even better than I imagined.
THE END

Monday, April 20, 2009

Sneak peek of my new story-Art of Pleasure

Art of Pleasure

My name is Lynette Adler. I'm 26 and I live in New York City. I'm a curator at the Guggenheim Museum of Art. I love doing what I do and all, even though it has gotten kind of boring.
My home life was also boring; my husband Derek, a Xerox salesperson, and I had a very large rift in our 6-year old marriage. All that plus my overprotective, overbearing mother lives with us. My life with my mother had been volatile since my father had died. He died when I was 13. I managed to do extremely well in my school years, both academically and socially. Post-high school, I had dreams of being a fashion designer and wanted to go to FIDM in California. But my mom had feared being all alone if I went to college in another state. So I went to community college and got my current job, putting aside all my design adreams. There are times I wish I would leave my job, mother, and husband behind and pursue my dreams.

I have been working at the museum for approximately four years, yet I still want to be a designer. Without my mother and husband knowing, I had been taking classes in art and design and applied to FIDM-San Diego, FIT, and the Art Institute of NY. Anyways, my museum's hosting an exhibit featuring the works of Peter Paul Rubens who happens to be one of my favorite painters. He's my favorite because his paintings feature big beautiful women, thus giving the term "rubenesque". The only benefit of working in an art museum is having to look at all the amazing works by many great artists. Seeing those Rubens paintings made me feel positive, being a BBW myself. My mom and husband would constantly badger me about losing weight. Honestly, I like being a size 22.

If I had a dollar for every "You have such a pretty face..." comment my mom would make, I'd go on a shopping spree at Lane Bryant and Torrid.

That day, I gave a tour for a group of preschoolers and their parents. I don't mind giving out tours since I'm one of the best curators at the museum. After my morning/afternoon shift had ended, I had lunch with my best friends at Rosa Mexicanol and then drove over to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They, too, were having a Rubens exhibit except theirs include other works of art involving big women. I looked at the paintings, sculptures, and statues. While looking at the Rubens painting "Venus at The Mirror", I heard a male voice say, "What lovely work."

I said, "Why yes it is."

"Actually, I was looking at the person who's looking at the work." He said. I had blushed and giggled from what he had said to me.

I turned around to get a look at him. He was tall, dark, and handsome with black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a perfect, dimpled smile and a strong, muscular body.

"I'm Ian. Ian Mathison." He introduced himself to me.

"I'm Lynette. Lynette Adler." I said to him.

"Nice to meet you, Lynette." He replied as he kissed my hand.

"So what brings you to the Metro Museum?" He asked.

"I'm here for the Rubens exhibit. Rubens is one of my favorite painters. I work over at the Guggenheim Museum, but I don't tell them that." I replied.

"I like Rubens too. I loved that he has big women for muses in his art work and not pin thin women." He said.

"Me too. His paintings make me feel really good about myself as a big woman." I replied.
Ian then looked at my voluptuous frame and said, "You look very lovely today, Lynette."

"Thank you, Ian." I replied.

"I'm an artist myself. I'm a photographer and a painter. I was wondering if you would like to be my muse for my first painting." He said.

"I would love to. Anything to be away from my husband and mother. I shouldn't have said that." I said with a smile.

My cell phone suddenly rang. "Speak of the devil." I said, excusing myself.

I went to the ladies' room to answer my call. Derek told me that he'll be working very late this week and for the next three weeks and then a business trip to a convention in Atlanta after the three weeks. Then, I asked him about going on a "date night" with dinner, dancing, and romance. But he said he would be all tired and suggested we have a "date night" at another time. I told him I got plans before hanging up. I told my mom the same thing and she said she and her bridge club were going out that night as well.

Ian was still there at the same spot as I came back from the restroom. I said, "I'm back. So when will you need me to model for you?"

"Is tonight ok with you?" He asked.

"Sounds great to me." I replied.

He then wrote down both his address,cell and home phone numbers on a Post-It note. I wrote down my cell phone, address, and home phone number and gave it to him.

"I'll see you tonight, Ian." I said to him.

After leaving the museum, I went home to the condo in the Lower East Side to get myself ready for my meeting with Ian. I looked into my closet and brought out my sexiest little black dress and lingerie. Even Derek and my mom don't know about my secret lingerie stash, which is full of corsets, bustiers, bras, panties,etc. They didn't even know about my sexy dress stash either. I gathered all of my items in a duffel bag. I showered, got dressed, took my things, and stepped out. I drove over to Ian's apartment/art studio in Central Park West. Ian opened the door to let me in.

"Lynette, you look incredibly sexy tonight." He said as he let me into his spacious apartment.
I hung up my purse and put my keys in there. "Ian, your place looks great." I said to him.
"Thanks." He replied.

His apartment was very well-lit and spacious. The living room looked like it was furnished by IKEA.

Ian then saw my duffle bag and noticed my lingerie in the bag.

"I wasn't sure what to bring for the session, so I bought my lingerie and dress." I told him.

He said, "That's great. Let me get my camera."

I waited patiently as Ian got out his digital camera. "Let's start with what you're wearing now."

He said as he started taking pictures of me on black low-cut lace and satin dress with black stiletto heels with satin lace-ups. My medium dark auburn hair was down to my shoulders with candy curls at the ends. I did a few poses and smiled for Ian. We were loving it. I felt so confident about myself.

So I said brazenly, "Ready for my next ensemble?"

"Yes, please! Do take your time." He said happily.

I got my duffle bag, went into the bathroom, and changed. A few minutes later, I came back with my second outfit. It was a deep purple corset with black buttons, ribbon trim, faux pockets, and gauze-trimmed hem with matching mini skirt.

"Oh my God! Lynette, you look so sexy in the purple outfit as you were in the sexy little black dress!" Ian exclaimed excitedly as he took more pictures.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Happy Birthday to me!

Today's my birthday!