It all made sense now why she rarely answered his calls, ignored his texts and hadn’t visited him. He had spent thousands of hours thinking about her and his heart didnt want to accept what his head already knew.
He turned over and looked at the curtain as he put piece by piece of a very unattractive picture together. She was selfish, greedy, a liar, a thief of hearts and basically a heartless bitch that could go fuck herself with a red hot poker.
He had all morning and afternoon to think about the cunt and yes she was a cunt. His only desire was to have the day pass quickly so the night shift would clock in. He tossed and turned all day, read the paper, watched the news and was bored as fuck.
He requested a sleeping pill from the afternoon nurse and that helped him sleep away the rest of the afternoon. She entered the ward with the tray of meds and she passed them out at quickly as she could. Returning to the ward he was on, she quickly headed to his bed.
She pulled the curtain back and there he was in all of his glory. Lying on his side, he shifted position and laid on his back. In the midst of getting comfortable the sheet slid off of his naked body.
She couldn’t help but admire him from head to knees. His chest was full and he had a six pack that screamed for her touch. His cock was at half mass and she so wanted to ride him. They are crossed the barrier of nurse/patient but neither cared and they both wanted to be with each other.
They had a mental connection and a physical connection as well. She new that she was alone on the ward and she felt secure enough to remove her clothing. Standing naked before him, she stroked her tender bud as she looked at his cock.
Desiring him was all she thought about so she gingerly climbed on top of him. She stroked his cock and when he began to get further aroused she touched his face delicately with one hand.
He could feel the warmth of her crotch just above her lower abdomen.the touch of her hand made him open his eyes. Slowly he touched her hand and touched her face as well. There connection was electrifying and both felt like they were one with the other.
She leaned over and kissed him and whispered into his ear dear Im going to fuck you like youve never been fucked before. She told him that she admired his cock and she wanted his cock inside of her, all of him.
Moving his cock into position she slowly moved up and down and back and fourth, this excited him so much he couldnt help but shoot his wad inside of her. She made sex fun again and he felt like a man again, if only for a little while.
She stifled out her cries that came with an orgasm and he played with her nipples as she dug her nails into his sides. They laid together over an hour and she listened him talk about the soldiers he had become very good friends with.
He told her about his fiance and she got so pissed at how he had been treated by her. He was a good man, a loving man , a caring man and anyone that didnt want to be with him because he was an amputee was a total idiot.
She could tell instantly that he had so much to offer not only to offer friends and family but any future woman that would enter his life. Her compassion was fresh and always welcome just as her hands roaming his body.
They kissed until both of them were so excited they couldn’t help themselves. She knew it would be painful for him to move so she took the helm. She pulled back the covers and positioned her crotch right above his face as she stroked his cock and balls.
Lowering for him to lick and suck her clit she took his hardness into his mouth. Stroking his cock as she messaged his balls she worked up and down on his cock like a pro. She was very good sexually and she excited him so much that she was unencumbered by the clothing or sheets and blankets.
He sucked and licked and fingered her pussy until his cock was ready to explode. He had her turn around quickly and sit on his member. they moved in unison and both had rock solid orgasms.
She kissed him and thanked him for another wonderful evening and she promised to stop by when she was finished handing out medications.
He finally awoke and turned to look at her and he could see the love and concern in her eyes. The tears rolled down the sides of his face and she placed her hand gently against his cheek.
She told him that he was entitled to feel the way he did and never to make any excuses for what he considered an “emotional weakness”. She no longer would keep a barrier between the two of them and she leaned over and kissed him softly on his lips.
He wasn’t prepared for the reaction of his body but the feelings were all so familiar. His cock bounced up and down and he was so horny he could fuck a shitload of women. He was on painkillers but they didnt stop him from being a “real man”.
They kissed passionately and their hands began to roam each others bodies with no specific location in mind. She ran her hands down his chest and over his abdomen as she slowly sought out his manhood.
He was erect and ready and he actually felt the desire to have sex. Dealing with so many emotions and losses all he wanted at this moment was to have her ride him like a wild woman.
They let their hands roam freely until they found the pleasure spots to please. Her hand fit perfectly around his hard cock. His fingers found her flower of glory and he slowly stroked her bud. Both of them were so horny and both had no control over the fluids that leaked from each other.
He kissed her neck and the passion between them was off the hook. They stroked each other and snuggled as they brought each other to orgasm. She quickly straightened her clothing and continued on her way to pass out the remaining medications on her tray.
He slept without incident and it was the first time in along time he was able to get the rest he needed. He awoke feeling well rested and he felt guilty for cheating on his fiance but he just couldn’t help himself.
Later that morning his fiance came to visit for the first time since her return from school. She wanted nothing more than to be an attorney, not a good attorney, a great attorney. He thought it odd that she hadn’t come to visit him when he arrived back in the states but he understood her studies were so important to her.
She walked down the corridor and found his ward and she walked apprehensively towards his bed which was hidden behind the privacy of curtains. Pulling the curtain aside, she stepped hesitantly until she was able to see his face.
He slept and was so at peace she almost turned and walked out. Pulling up a chair next to his bed she looked down towards his legs and could see there were no legs below his knees.
She had no interest in being with a handicapped male that in her mind could no longer be a real man and probably couldn’t fuck any longer. She didnt want a man in a wheel chair and she didnt want to be pushing that wheelchair.
She was ignorant to the process of an amputee becoming mobile and she thought he would be in a chair the rest of his life. She couldn’t see marrying a man that had to be pushed in an ugly chair.
She had removed her engagement ring several weeks after she heard he had lost both legs. She wanted her freedom at any cost and she thought “this is it, time to cut him loose”. She was more concerned about herself than her soon to be x fiance.
She sat on the hard chair next to the bed and she looked into his angelic face. Tears sprang from her eyes and she felt like her entire future had been blown to pieces at the same time he lost both of his legs.
She was so self centered it never occurred to her that he would be heart broken when she cut him loose. She wanted to get up and leave but she first had to end this relationship of five years.
She refused to touch or kiss him and she spoke his name loud enough to wake him up. He opened his eyes and slowly blinked trying to get his eyes to focus on his lovely fiance. She was beautiful and her body was an hour glass figure.
He was so proud of his lovely woman and their love was so pure he just knew she would stay with him regardless of his physical appearance, or lack of. He gave her that little smile of his that was once so alluring but now only made her feel sick.
They spoke of her schooling and her career to be and she didnt even ask him how he had been. She didnt give a fuck what he had been through and she didnt want to have to deal with him at all. Finally, she said to him, ” we dont have a future together so Im giving you back your ring.”
She pushed back the chair she was sitting in and placed the ring on the night stand. She said, ” good luck Gabriel and have a happy life” and she turned and pulled back the curtains and walked out.
All he could hear was the screams of his fellow countrymen followed by explosion after explosion. He shielded his eyes from the flying sand, metal fragments and body parts along with whatever else was headed his way.
One minute he was laughing with his buddies and the next he was on the ground trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain. He didnt know exactly why he was so disillusioned but he did know he had been hit.
Unaware if he was in heaven or on earth his buddies kept yelling at him to stay with them. He didnt understand why they kept shouting his name because he could hear them just fine.
The next thing he knew he was in the MASH unit listening to others screaming and crying. He finally put things together and he realized he had been hit but he wasnt sure if he had been shot or stepped on a land mine.
Land mines reminded him of the beautiful and precious soul of Princess Diana. He was always so impressed with how selfless she was in so much of her life. He always felt bad for her because she got caught up in something that had been going on for literally years before she was even thought about.
Prince Charles never loved Diana and she was nothing but a blue blood breeder yet she was unaware of her true purpose in Charles life. The queen made it clear that her son would marry a blue blood and raise heirs to the throne.
His thoughts were random and all over the place and he still hadnt found out what had happened to him. War was literally hell and makes one rely on others that are not known very well or at all.
He had terrible pain in his feet which was welcomed because it meant he still had his legs. At least, that is what he had thought but the truth was very raw and ugly which he learned rather quickly as he attempted to get out of bed.
Unaware of phantom pain, he had thrown back the covers and he swung his legs over the side of the bed and doing so made the bloodied bandages on his stumps expose themselves. The site of his legless stumps made him throw up, literally.
She came out of nowhere and quickly put down the tray of meds she was carrying as she walked towards him. He was not the first soldier to become an amputee and he wouldn’t be the last. He was actually one of the lucky ones that survived as he still had his arms and the rest of his body.
She knew his first emotion would be shock and then anger and then the deep depression that took so many of them and refused to let them go. She gathered his blankets and threw them in the dirty sheets bin. She then went and located a mop and bucket and even though it wasn’t her job she mopped up after him.
He told her to get the fuck away from him and when she tried to speak he told her to shut the fuck up and go away. Yes, she was prepared for his hateful words and actions and she was hoping to see signs of depression.
Once he was able to be depressed then he was able to start the healing process. She knew the cycle of life so well and she felt so bad for him. She had brought him music, books, an ipad and a few candy bars.
As the days turned into weeks he had come along way and he no longer was nasty to her but grateful for her. They had become great friends and she always sneaked him extras at meal time.
He woke up every morning with the vision of her in his mind and he couldnt wait to see her at breakfast time. He sat up and as usual waited for her, only to be sorely disappointed as she had been transferred to the midnight shift.
It was Friday night and he decided to wait up for her to come to work only to learn she had the weekend off. A veil of unexpected sadness draped over him and his heart felt heavy.
He hadn’t realized he had such deep feelings for this woman and he found himself missing her so much. The weekend drug on and he had difficulty sleeping because his mind continually wondered to thoughts of her.
She came to work with him on her mind and she couldn’t wait to do her rounds so she could see him. She walked down the center of the ward with a tray full of meds that she handed out as she quietly walked through the ward checking on her patients.
She could hear him long before she saw him and it broke her heart to hear his screams. He fought ugly demons in his sleep and he was never able to sleep without the pain of his war experience.
The post traumatic stress syndrome was a terrible thief of stolen security and he never got any rest. His dreams were never light hearted and pleasant but only he knew the true terror of the night.
When people say they know how you feel they dont have a clue and only the ignorant would want to have a body part amputated for any reason. As he fought with his demons she walked up to his bed.
Putting the covers over him and wiping the sweat from his brow she looked at his face and she could see the terror he was reliving. She had no idea what he had been through and she wouldn’t pretend to know his pain.
She pulled up a chair next to his bed and took his hand in hers. Whispering into his ear she spoke softly and deliberately. She reassured him over and over that he was safe and no one would ever hurt him like this again.
This quote so describes your sorry ass
“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short, but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”-
“The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.”
People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I dont believe in circumstances.. The poeple who succeed are the people who look for circumstances they want. And if they cantfind them, they make them
“He who does not punish evil, commands it to be done.”
“The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture”