Nurse Fetish

Also, we totally will check out your package and hope you're a grower not a show-er if you're small. And if you're large, well I always blushed and they knew what I was thinking.

God I feel like a bad nurse, but really my patients loved me lol
 
Also, we totally will check out your package and hope you're a grower not a show-er if you're small. And if you're large, well I always blushed and they knew what I was thinking.

God I feel like a bad nurse, but really my patients loved me lol

Sounds like an interesting profession, and it sounds like you enjoy your job. Thats always a great thing. I bet you are well liked ;)

I'd like to see the looks on people's faces after being discovered by the hospital staff, would be quite comical.
 
I was interning in a hospital. I was on the cardiac unit, and this one patient a rather large woman and her friend kept flirting with me. She had this heart monitor connected to these sticky nodes, and they had to be placed a certain way. When I was on duty, she would constantly disconnect the nodes just so could go in there and place them back. They had to be placed in a certain way around her tits. She had rather large tits at that. I never did anything with her, but needless to say, I would get rock hard.
 
Nurse Jackie

Nurse Jackie was a bad girl and one hell of a tease. I was involved in a significant rollover into a deep ravine in a very hot and dry area. My pelvis was busted up and partially separated from the spine. I was found 3 days later and spent a couple of months hanging with my pelvis in a sling. Totally at the mercy of nurse Jackie, a 26 year old short and sassy girl. Once I was weaned from the pain meds I was able to function as a normal young man should. She delighted on closing the curtains and giving me a thorough sponge bath leaving my balls and cock for last.

It always resulted in an erection and then she would grab the wash basin and leave with a smirk and me throbbing. Over time I began to look forward to the visits and told her she needed to finish what she had started. She would skip away and toss me the wash cloth to clean up my mess. She never finished the job.

I got my revenge around week 6 or 7. I am tall and my feet hung off the end of the bed. I have strong toes and I am locally famous for my ability to grasp and pinch with my toes. Jackie had prominent nipples that begged to be pinched. This visit she took her time, she me hard and attempted to leave. She was short and when she rounded the end if the bed I caught one nipple in a vice like grip. She squealed to my delight and had to struggle to get away. It was painful for me due to her jumping around and causing my legs to jerk around. Ah, the revenge was sweet but she avoided giving me a sponge bath for the rest if my stay.
 
I had a fuck buddy that was a nurse, if that counts? She certainly lived up to the naughty nurse reputation.

To give you an idea, she wanted anal on the first date, and stayed all night to take a pounding and a load of spunk in each of her holes :D
 
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When I was 20, and pretty naive, a cute in a librarian-esque sort of way , married, 25 year-old nurse spent a lot of time with me during my transfusian before going in for my second orthopedic surgery that week. (Trauma repair).

Looking back her questions were cagy, she determined that my recent heartbreak and I hadn't gotten very far. She probably surmised (correctly) that my v-card was still intact.

At some point she asked me if it would be alright if she kissed me. In my probably revisionist version of this-I suavely said "By all means!"... (I probably stammered.)

She closed the door, lowered the bed rail, and made out with me. I can still feel the firmness of her smalll, sweatered breasts on my chest. With the benefit of hindsight I imagine wanting to grope, but I honestly think I was literally too naive at that point still.

The next day she called me in my room from home. Adding to my guilt at the time for making out with a married woman, my grandma happen to be in the room when she called.

I gave pretty short answers which apparently sounded dissmissive to her. Such a dumbass really all I had to say was, "Hey, I've got my grandma here." Or just "I've got a visitor can you call me back in a little bit?"

I think it was a couple of days, before she was back into work again as my nurse. She was cool and a little distant. I said something silly and sappy about her enriching my life and feeling like I had diminished hers.

She said something to the effect of "Oh, please I've got a husband andor a child andto a very rich full life- thank you very much!"

Anyway somewhere in our conversations before I f*** it up she pointed to her name tag with her full name and said I'm in the book. (For you young people used to have these things called telephone books names addresses, phone numbers.)

After I got out of the hospital and threw away my pain medications ('since I was in that little guy overly compensating, manly mode...) I was a little more clear headed had a lot of time on my hands and needed some distraction.

I thought long and hard about what to say to her, after I pulled out the big phone book for that metro area and discover that yes indeed she was in the book, not mister and missus just her.

I convinced myself that maybe I had misunderstood her about her husband? Or maybe she was estranged? Or who knows...

On new was that I could still taste her soft, subtly sweet lips on mine. I can still to thisthe day smell the clean soapy essense of her skin with a sweet, background note...Likely I was completing a lot of the emotions feelings and sense memories with Suzanne who had spent summer working in a small farm town cherry packing plant, which left her tasting a bit like cherry...

Anyway so I dialed heart pounding.

Cheerful hubby answered.


Gulp!


Somehow I knew that I hang up might be worse than staring through some convoluted explaination..

I gave my name is explained that I was in the hospital and that his wife had been my nurse. I told him I just wanted to call and thank her for her kindness and I should have said with a lascivious grin her bedside manner.

Looking back now in regards to things that I had no concept of at the time he no doubt was well aware of the entire situation andI likely approved.

Without making me feel awkward you put me at ease and said something to the effect of well she'll be home in 10 or 20 minutes why don't you call back you can think of yourself



Weather is all part of some role play scenario of theirs or he was simply being gracious, what a dude?!!

So I called back even more nervous heart pounding.

She answered was friendly and professional I had no idea whether he heard her and or not and was careful not to allude to anything.

She talked to me about courage in my upcoming long rehabilitation & therapy..( spent six months on crutches in two years on a cane)


I had remembered the street that she lived on which generally speaking with a minor arterial and had a few homes on it except for one small section. By then professionally speaking I was accomplished at finding people even those that did not wish to be found.

I discovered a possible answer in that there was an apartment complex on that street that I hadn't really considered and she could well have lived there back in those days the phone but simply listen an address generally not an apartment number so it wouldn't be obvious with you live in an apartment or house.

I went to library, obtained old criss-cross directories and searched in vain line by line for every single human being that lived in those apartment complexes at any given time with the listed pro phone number, trying to find her. I believe that I remembered her first name was Susan and her last name the way I remembered it just didn't seem to exist in any old directories.


At one point I even request the hospital go to microfilming requested reams of my hospital records looking in vain for the name.

These days sometimes I wonder if it wasn't a morphine induced dream.

I'm not fond of morphine.
 
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Not a nurse story but an "I wish" encounter from sometime back with an ER doctor. Several years ago my husband had gone through groin hernia surgery and was having a recurring issue with the epidermal gland that extends though the area where the surgery was performed. One weekend he was really having difficulty with it and we decided it was best to go to the ER to make sure nothing had gone wrong with the initial surgery. After registering and going back and waiting for what seemed like an endless time the doctor came in to check him. Although dressed in typical scrubs we were greeted by a female doctor, a stunning 30 something redhead with full beautiful lips that I noticed immediately. After asking several questions she told my husband to stand and drop his shorts for an examination. With that she pulled up a short stool in front of him. My husband is quite attractive with an 8" cock at full erection and as I sat to the side of them I noticed her eyebrow lift as she stared at his dick. She seemed to breath a bit heavier as she took time probing, examining, carefully feeling and pressing his groin area and cock base.

Normally my husband would most likely have had a full hard on quickly but he was in such pain sex was the last thing on his mind. But as for me, watching this sexy redhead feeling up my cock and balls and stomach it did not take long for my mind to "wander". On that day I had thown on a pair of jean shorts and t shirt and though I had on a bra the sight of what she was doing excited me tremendously.

I heard her clear her throat and I came to myself and saw her staring at my chest and obviously rock hard nipples pressing through the material. Her right hand was around the base of hubbys cock holding it up, left hand cupping his balls. "I'm not trying to be fresh with him", she grinned at me than up at him. I just need to do a through exam. I could not help notice her cheeks were a bit flushed and I could not help wonder if she was secretly thinking what I was thinking.

After a bit she stood up and smoothed out her top. I could see her nipples too were firm through it. She diagnosed the problem as a swollen gland and gave him a prescription for swelling and an antibiotic.

We never saw her after that but after getting my hubby settled in later and after he fell asleep I could not help indulge myself in a furious masturbation session with that Dr. as the object of a FFM fantasy.

My husband and I chatted about it later after he was well and she has on several times become the object of sexual talk while fucking.

Oh..and as for hubby...the equipment is workin just fine:)
 
lol..silly me...for clarification it was his epidimus gland not epidermal that had the problem
 
Also, we totally will check out your package and hope you're a grower not a show-er if you're small. And if you're large, well I always blushed and they knew what I was thinking.

God I feel like a bad nurse, but really my patients loved me lol

Hm, what's the most minor thing you can do for a hospital for?
 
I had a nurse in a chiro's office pass her telephone number to me once!
 
When I was in college one of my housemates was dating a nursing student. She lived in a house with four other nursing students, who we referred to as "the nurses." Our house and her house got together frequently for happy hours, late night partying, etc. They had a standing invitation to our house parties, and we were always present at theirs. Over the course of two years the four of us hooked up with the five of them in just about every possible combination.
 
Also, I got groped a lot by confused patients, not at all a turn on. And had a lot stare down my scrub tops. I switched to tshirts and scrub pants, but then they would comment on how nice my breasts looked in my tight tshirt.


I have walked in on people having sex, giving blow jobs, hand jobs, you name it.

I concur.

I'm also a nurse and have been groped a lot and it's not even a little fun. I've never walked in on anyone having sex, but I know that it happens a lot in hospitals. Or at least the ones I've worked in.
 
To revive an old thread, this is a strong fantasy of mine.

I imagine a kind nurse bringing me breakfast, stroking my forehead, and providing fellatio to help start my day. I imagine all manner of ways in which she can "nurse" me.
 
Did somebody say they need a nurse? Mouth to Mouth? Sponge Bath?:kiss:
Well, I am a naughty nurse......:heart:
 
I have frequently fantasized about being in a nurse's care (for something non-lethal and only mildly debilitating) and her becoming compelled either to aid me sexually or forego her professional training and take advantage of me.

(Of course, in most of these scenarios, she is stunning -- but that'd be a lot to ask for, wouldn't it?)
 
just got a bad headach and anxiety problems, depression, and sexual frustrations

Oh dear, please sit down, let me start by rubbing your back and you can tell me all your issues...we are great listener, then I can help you put your mind and hands on other things:D
 
While I've never heard anyone credible claim to have a nurse experience, I had one long ago. Awhile back I wrote it up as nearly as I could recall her seductive conversations...and what happened.

It reads like an adolecscent fantasy, arrested adolescent fantasy. It embarrasses me so I rarely share it or even reread it. But it was fun!

Was recently in the horesepistol for 10+ days; the nurses were ok but only just. They were vastly overworked and equally vastly underpaid. Sad theway they were treated. As for sex, well...a very pregnant tech was especially solicitous which was not without appeal (hormone overload? or maybe I'm just so cute when helpless..) eventually she ceased coming around but it had nothing to do with my conduct. I never would attempt to take advantage of anyone in such a situation.
 
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