God I miss waking up beside you.
Hey everybody. We're industreal. REAL. Get it?
Anyway. So here we go.
Is this really necessary, I ask, as the nurse behind me fingers my asshole with her purple nitrate gloves. Somehow I gather she did not originally intend to shove her fingers into my anus until she did; either that, or she enjoys my shudders due to the rawness and lack of lubrication. Really?!
"This is incredibly necessary."
But oh, God, why?
"Because, I need to check for bumps and irritation." She continues for about thirty seconds and pulls her finger out. "Turn around." I do so, and she grabs my penis and begins to mold it in her hands. Grimace from the pain.
"Get back on the table."
Somehow, I feel a little used.
And she leaves, a nurse comes in with a pill some time later. "Take this," she whispers in my ear, "Take it, take it, take it."
What'll it do to me, I murmur, hands seeking the little paper cup.
She holds it just out of reach and, with a glass of water daintily suspended in air by her fingertips, whispers, her voice like cicadas: "It will kill all of your virii and ills."
Like Christ?
"I am Christ."
Oh..kay. Well, I'll have that pill, then.
Yesterday. Evening. The pill makes me sick, flushed with so many antibiotics. I retch and moan, twist and turn as I work throughout the night. Deliveries are slow. Time moves slowly. Life stretches out in shades of late summer blues.
On the bright-side, I'm feeling better.
Oh. You know Carl? The one I'm always talking about? This is him = gorgan8
Anyway. So here we go.
Is this really necessary, I ask, as the nurse behind me fingers my asshole with her purple nitrate gloves. Somehow I gather she did not originally intend to shove her fingers into my anus until she did; either that, or she enjoys my shudders due to the rawness and lack of lubrication. Really?!
"This is incredibly necessary."
But oh, God, why?
"Because, I need to check for bumps and irritation." She continues for about thirty seconds and pulls her finger out. "Turn around." I do so, and she grabs my penis and begins to mold it in her hands. Grimace from the pain.
"Get back on the table."
Somehow, I feel a little used.
And she leaves, a nurse comes in with a pill some time later. "Take this," she whispers in my ear, "Take it, take it, take it."
What'll it do to me, I murmur, hands seeking the little paper cup.
She holds it just out of reach and, with a glass of water daintily suspended in air by her fingertips, whispers, her voice like cicadas: "It will kill all of your virii and ills."
Like Christ?
"I am Christ."
Oh..kay. Well, I'll have that pill, then.
Yesterday. Evening. The pill makes me sick, flushed with so many antibiotics. I retch and moan, twist and turn as I work throughout the night. Deliveries are slow. Time moves slowly. Life stretches out in shades of late summer blues.
On the bright-side, I'm feeling better.
Oh. You know Carl? The one I'm always talking about? This is him = gorgan8