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07 Ağustos 2023, 23:01
This is a little story based on a recent hospital visit, mostly fantasy but based on some facts. It is only short but I've been unwell recently and can't do anything for too long.
After feeling unwell for a while I ended up in hospital and had to have an operation which would be followed up by more treatment. The operation went well according to the consultant but I was going to need a few days to get over it and so he could keep an eye on me before I was allowed home. After the operation I was taken to a general ward and fortunately given a room to myself.
After a few days I was still quite weak but slowly picking up.
The worst part of the whole thing was that I was confined to bed, which meant that I had to use a dreaded bed pan once I was a bit stronger. This was hopefully only going to be for a couple of days until the nurses could get me on my feet and to the toilet. However one evening I needed to pee and a Pilipino nurse brought me in the cardboard pan for me to pee in and she told me to ring the buzzer when I had finished. I thus pressed the buzzer by my bed once I had emptied my bladder. For about 20 minutes no-one came, then my door opened and a young male nurse trainee came in,
"I've come for your bed pan," he said quietly almost embarrassingly.
I felt sorry for him as he came over to take it from the side of the bed. As he picked it up, I felt a little tingle in my groin, (the first time for a couple of weeks). As he walked out I couldn't help thinking about this young man holding a pot full of my pee and wishing that he had been here to watch me do it.
That night even though I didn't feel 100% I couldn't stop thinking about the young nurse Gürsel Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/gursel) and I woke up in the night and couldn't resist easing my fingers into my panties to have a little play.
The next day I hoped I would see him again and in the afternoon I saw him come onto the ward through the glass door in my room. He is only about 20 years old with short blonde hair and very slim and for a middle aged woman with a thing for young men, he was just the sort of pick me up I needed. Unfortunately the only time he came into my room in the afternoon was when he came in with a female nurse to check my blood pressure, pulse etc. However when I called for the bed pan that evening, he walked in with it.
"Will you be back in a minute or two?" I asked.
He smiled again "Yes I'll come
After feeling unwell for a while I ended up in hospital and had to have an operation which would be followed up by more treatment. The operation went well according to the consultant but I was going to need a few days to get over it and so he could keep an eye on me before I was allowed home. After the operation I was taken to a general ward and fortunately given a room to myself.
After a few days I was still quite weak but slowly picking up.
The worst part of the whole thing was that I was confined to bed, which meant that I had to use a dreaded bed pan once I was a bit stronger. This was hopefully only going to be for a couple of days until the nurses could get me on my feet and to the toilet. However one evening I needed to pee and a Pilipino nurse brought me in the cardboard pan for me to pee in and she told me to ring the buzzer when I had finished. I thus pressed the buzzer by my bed once I had emptied my bladder. For about 20 minutes no-one came, then my door opened and a young male nurse trainee came in,
"I've come for your bed pan," he said quietly almost embarrassingly.
I felt sorry for him as he came over to take it from the side of the bed. As he picked it up, I felt a little tingle in my groin, (the first time for a couple of weeks). As he walked out I couldn't help thinking about this young man holding a pot full of my pee and wishing that he had been here to watch me do it.
That night even though I didn't feel 100% I couldn't stop thinking about the young nurse Gürsel Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/gursel) and I woke up in the night and couldn't resist easing my fingers into my panties to have a little play.
The next day I hoped I would see him again and in the afternoon I saw him come onto the ward through the glass door in my room. He is only about 20 years old with short blonde hair and very slim and for a middle aged woman with a thing for young men, he was just the sort of pick me up I needed. Unfortunately the only time he came into my room in the afternoon was when he came in with a female nurse to check my blood pressure, pulse etc. However when I called for the bed pan that evening, he walked in with it.
"Will you be back in a minute or two?" I asked.
He smiled again "Yes I'll come