The doctor told me that it was a relatively minor procedure but I would still be in the hospital for four or five days. I was having surgery to correct a minor bowel problem, nothing serious, but I wanted to get it out of the way while there was a lull between seasons. I’m a law student, but I pay my way through school by working as a catalog model. Catalogs come out all year ’round, but I’m mostly used in spring and summer catalogs – I’m the healthy, girl-next-door type and I do a lot of sports clothes, swim suits, summer dresses. I get some work for fall/winter catalogs too, but I make the bulk of my money on the spring/summer issues.

I’m tall, dark-haired and olive-skinned. My hair is short now because it’s more convenient. I can wash it, blow dry, and run my fingers through it and I’m all set for the day. I’m tall, 5’9″ and have a good figure (34c-24-35) and long sleek legs. My legs are my best feature and I’ve done some stocking advertisements too. As for the rest of my background – well, I’ve been married but it only lasted a year. He wanted a housewife & kids, I wanted law school and a career.

I went into the hospital on a Monday afternoon. The doctor told me they do some final tests, prep me, and I’d go down first thing in the morning for surgery. He warned me not to eat anything after 9 a.m. God, I thought I’d starve. I arrived at the hospital at 2:00 p.m. and I was feeling hunger pangs already. I went through the admissions process and was in my room by 3:30. They drew some blood and took some final x-rays. Then I settled down with a book and waited. (more…)

My physicians words ran through my head as I walked down the hall to the clinic.”You are pretty young to have prostate trouble.  You need a regular love life.  Get married.” 
    
 It was true.  I was only thirty and in good health.  This was … what?  Surely a nuisance.  In the previous week I had tried one visiting nurse and had only a tender rectum and swollen prostate to show for it.  The receptionist in the glass enclosed office gave me the usual forms to fill out.

Then, a charming nurse, clipboard in hand, called my name.”John?” I arose and followed her.  Her name was ‘Salle” With an “E” she informed me, smiling up into my eyes.  I was captivated.  Salle rustled as she walked.  It was her uniform which she overfilled.  Her breasts were almost peeking out of the top of the blouse and her thighs were exposed at the hemline.  Her bottom filled the dress perfectly. (more…)

I am a 34 year old nurse in a local hospital in Iowa. I won’t let out the name of the city for obvious reasons. My name is also not the actual, but the story I am going to relate is true.

I got interested in nursing during high school, when a bunch of us girls volunteered at one of the hospitals. We were basically a type of candy striper, I suppose. Out of 5 girls who started out, only two of us stuck with it for any length of time. Then I am the only one who actually made nursing my career.

I am married with two children. My husband satisfies me sexually very well. But I have an obsession that takes over quite often during my job as a nurse. I love jerking guys off! It is almost a passion with me. (more…)

Kate arrived at the doctor’s office clad in a black leather mini-skirt, loose-fitting T-shirt with no bra, and black high-heeled shoes. Her breasts swung free beneath the cotton material, and the way it rubbed against her nipples made them poke out all the more. She was hot and in the mood. Kate’s new gynecologist was a major hunk, and she wanted to put up her best front just to see if she could spark something other than professional interest. She wasn’t expecting to be greeted by his nurse, working late that day. Luckily, the nurse didn’t seem put off by her appearance, and they chatted about this and that until Kate was feeling comfortable.

Nurse Julie ushered her into the examining room, and they continued talking until Julie had to remind Kate to get undressed for the exam. Kate looked surprised that she wasn’t being left alone, but the nurse explained that she had to take her vital signs. The woman watched as Kate disrobed, pulling the T-shirt over her head and off her arms in one smooth motion. Julie’s eyes flared as she saw the fullness of Kate’s globes and the way her swollen nipples revealed her state of arousal. Kate turned her back on her companion and lifted her left foot, placing it on a chair so she could remove her shoes. With the shortness of the miniskirt, she was aware that the nurse was getting an eyeful, but after all, this was a professional. (more…)