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Naughty Nurses Part 2
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Posted:Apr 22, 2006 6:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2006 5:12 pm
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Yesterday, I posed a question that got some interesting comments. And drove me, as a nurse, to do a little research. What I found surprised me in some ways.....and in others was no surprise at all.
First, many many people, men and women, have fantasies about nurses. The #1 fantasy begins with the sponge bath. Boy, can I remember giving sponge baths many years ago. As a young , naive, and unmarried student....older nurses took great pleasure in assigning me to bathe men who had been hospitalized for a long time. One young man in his mid 20's (I was 18 years old) had been in traction and casts....and hospitalized for two months. (for some of you younguns here....people used to be hospitalized for much longer periods of time years ago. If you had pneumonia...it meant a week or two in the hospital.) Well, of course you know that as soon as I started bathing him a huge tent appeared under those covers.
Female nurses didn't have to bathe male patients private parts....we could call for an orderly to do that....male orderly. But then you had to wait forever for one to get to your floor and your patient. So, two of us students were assigned one day to the geriatic floor. And one of the patients we had to bathe was a elderly man in a coma. Well, we bathed him....changed his sheets...and called for an orderly to bathe his genitals. We waited, and waited, and waited. Me, always being the efficient one finally said to my fellow student nurse...... "We might as well do this ourselves! After all, he is in a coma!" So, she reluctantly agreed. No sooner did I put my hands and that warm washcloth on this mans genitals did he "come alive". His one hand latched onto my friends butt and his other hand grabbed my boob! And he had a death grip! We couldn't reach the call button.....I tried pulling on his penis....he just held on tighter. We ended up having to "yell" for help! And of course, all the older floor nurses came in laughing hysterically! They knew what would happen if we washed this perverted old man's privates! And we were the butt of their jokes the rest of that week!
Needless to say, the next day, that man waited to have his genitals washed by the male orderly!
So, you tell me.......Do you have any specific fantasies about nurses?
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Naughty Nurses!
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Posted:Apr 21, 2006 6:45 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2006 7:34 am
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Is it just me, or does there seem to be an awful lot of nurses and medical people on this site?
Does anyone want to enlighten me as to why they think that is? I'm curious. I'm also a nurse.
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Sisters Forever
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Posted:Apr 20, 2006 1:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2006 10:03 pm
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My Grammy is one of the most important people in my life. She just celebrated her 95the birthday. She was born in the hills of North Carolina.....had 5 sisters and 6 brothers. They were dirt poor.....and lived in the shadows of the Biltmore being built. They used to build furniture out of moss...and pretend that they were going to live in that great big house.
After their father left them stranded...they moved to Ohio. The siblings begin to marry and have . Several of them were dairy farmers in Ohio.....large dairy farms. I spent most of my summers on those farms. And all of our family picnics and reunions were at the farm.....you know the farmers couldn't join in otherwise....they still had to milk cows and do chores...even on holidays.
My great aunt was the matriarch of those farms. She cooked most of the meals...and made the best pies you've ever tasted. (and yes, the piecrusts were made from lard) She worked hard from sunup to sundown....but she always had time for a little girl who wanted to talk...or just needed a hug. She stood up for the same little girl when she would get yelled at by her uncles and cousins for climbing the highest silo on the farm.
My grammy's last living sibling, my great aunt passed away today. She was 98 years old, and up until about a year ago she still helped around the farm. It's hard to feel sad for someone who lived her life without regrets.....who wasn't afraid of hard work and set an example by her own life. Someone who never let her brothers and sisters down...clear to the end. But it is sad. And it is sad for my Grammy....even though she knows that her sister is in a better place.
Thanks for letting me voice this....I know this is not the usual post for a sex site. But it is life...and thats pretty important.
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Alone
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Posted:Apr 19, 2006 6:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2006 4:57 pm
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Do you ever just feel alone? Even when there are smiling, happy people all around you? Even when you join in the conversation...and move through all the steps your day must take you through? It's not always a bad feeling...to feel alone. Sometimes we really need that time to think... to resolve issues in our own mind. To speak to God and allow our spirits time to listen.
The bed is cold and empty
Without you.
My heart and soul are longing
Without you.
The day just doesn't feel right
Without you.
I touch the phone,
But I know I can't call.
I touch my fingers to my lips,
But it's you I want there.
When can I touch you?
When will our eyes meet?
Without you....
I am alone.
This is dedicated to you.....you know who you are. 143 
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Live as if only love mattered!
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Posted:Apr 18, 2006 8:09 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2006 4:59 pm
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At this point in my life
I'd like to live as if only love mattered
As if redemption was in sight
As if the search to live honestly
Is all that anyone needs
No matter if you find it
You see when I've touched the sky
The earth's gravity has pulled me down
But now I've reconciled that in this world
Birds and angels get the wings to fly
If you can believe in this heart of mine
If you can give it a try
~Tracy Chapman
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SOLD MY SOUL
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Posted:Apr 17, 2006 7:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2006 7:08 am
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Okay....now I've done it.
I knew it would happen someday. I mean....how long can you play around on a sex site and not get sucked into some unladylike behavior?
How long before you just don't see something as wrong that previously you would have frowned upon?
How long before you do something you never would have done before?
I sold my body for a tank of gasoline! Yes! You heard it right! I promised someone sex for a tank of gasoline! Can I help it that the price of gas has gotten so high? Do you all think I am a terrible, wanton, slut???????
Of course, I should tell you that it was my husband who bought me the gas!
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HE'S BACK!!!!!
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Posted:Apr 16, 2006 9:01 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2006 4:43 am
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Our own [blog unlistedone] unlistedone is back! He made his birthday wish for me and then his computer crashed! I wrote him a special birthday blog It's A Party and a lot of you wished him a happy birthday and he never even got to read them.
I'm so happy he is back! We have truly missed his writing and poetry and his own special way of loving us all here in blogland! So hop on over to his blog [blog unlistedone] and welcome him back! And wish him a belated happy birthday while you are there!
Welcome Home Unlistedone! 143
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Happy Easter
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Posted:Apr 16, 2006 5:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2006 3:31 pm
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Happy Easter to you all!
And take some time today to remember the true meaning of this holiday! I know you can!
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Men At The Supermarket!
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Posted:Apr 15, 2006 10:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2006 6:59 am
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Ok...I'm making a list and checking it twice. I'm going to send my husband to the grocery store! Now, don't ask me why I'm sending him.....he will call me about every 2 minutes...or as long as it takes him to get to the next aisle. "Is this brand ok?" "What size should I get?"
You know...its my own fault! Honest it is. In the past, I would complain if he bought the wrong thing...or the wrong size. And he really just wants to please me....yes, even in the grocery store.
But maybe I've grown. Because, honestly, I don't care if it's the wrong brand, or the wrong size. We can make do. And we can always make another trip.....usually have to anyways. I'm just grateful that he went...and that he came home. Trying to please a woman could send men all running to the hills......except there wouldn't be any women to have sex with there....unless they could find the hills that [blog Mzhunyhole] lives in!
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Shoot the Dildo!!!
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Posted:Apr 14, 2006 8:40 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2006 6:04 am
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Its only 3 1/2 weeks until my surgery...and I am doing everything I can do to prepare for it. My doctor has me on a vitamin regimen...and a liver cleanse. I'm not eating any sugar, drinking lots of water...and watching my diet. I'm trying to exercise (note...trying!).
A girlfriend of mine has had to go to physical therapy for a prolapsed uterus. She calls it "twat therapy. ~whine~I wanna go to twat therapy. They insert probs into your vagina and teach you to do exercise to strengthen the pelvic wall. Kind of like the kegal exercises....except there are more muscles there than we use correctly. So, she told me that I should be doing these myself to strengthen the pelvic muscles before my surgery. Only instead of a wand....I could use a dildo!
Well, I thought it would be a great idea! And what better way to "exercise"! LOL So, I get out my little blue dildo...because I think the rabbit one will be too big. And I lay on the bed and prepare to "exercise". Now, from what she told me....I'm supposed to squeeze hard and draw the dildo back and up inside of me.....not squeeze out. Sooooooooo.....I begin my exercise.
Now....it got a little boring...so I turned the dildo on. Did I forget to tell you that it vibrates? And I squeezed but I didn't really feel anything different. So, I squeezed again with all my might.....and whoosh! Bang! The runs barking from the room.....and I'm interupted from my fantasy with the vibrating dildo to realize....
I have shot the dang thing clear across the room and it hit the TV. It seems that my "eject" muscles are stronger than I thought.
Well, back to exercising!
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Don't Die An Old Maid
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Posted:Apr 12, 2006 10:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2006 7:54 am
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There were two old maid sisters, both virgins. It was Friday night and Gladys looked at Betty and said, "I'm not going to die a virgin ... I'm going out and I'm not coming home 'til I've been laid!"
Betty said, "Well, make sure you're home by 10 so I don't worry about you."
10 o'clock rolled around and no sign of Gladys ... 11 o'clock ... 12 o'clock ...
Finally, about 15 after one the front door flew open. In ran Gladys ... straight to the bathroom.
Betty knocked on the door, "Are you okay, Gladys?"
No answer, so she opened the door and there sat Gladys with her panties around her ankles, legs spread, and her head stuck between her legs looking at herself.
"What is it, Gladys? What's wrong?" asked Betty.
"Betty, it was 10 inches long when it went in ... and five when it came out. When I find the other half, you're gonna have the time of your life!"
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I Wasn't Always An Angel!
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Posted:Apr 11, 2006 8:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2006 8:45 am
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Tonight, I was thinking about a "bad boy" I dated in high school. He really was THE "bad boy"! He didn't live in my town...but the next town over. But he was THE "bad boy" of several small towns nearby. And I was the quintessential good girl who fell in love with the "bad boy"! He came from a bad part of town....his mother had had seven different husbands, and dressed like a ! Now, remember....things were different back then...and divorce was a bad word!
You know the type. Tall, blond, blue eyes, fabulous in tight jeans and a leather jacket. And yikes!!! He smoked! He was everything that terrified my parents. They hated him....and I loved him. He was a great kisser....and if you read my blog at all....you'll know that I love to kiss! And yes...he tried everything that a "bad boy" should try. But he treated me with more respect than some of the "good" boys from church did. When I said no....he knew it meant no....and he never pushed again.
But oh the letters he wrote me. He had older brothers who were in college...and he got a lot of ideas from them. He would tell me that he wanted to lick me...oh heavens...down there. And that his brothers told him it tasted good...kind of like chicken. (don't they say that about snake meat too?) He told me that I gave him blue balls. I had no earthly clue what that meant. But my Dad did....and he got ahold of that letter. So....I was forbidden to see him.
But I saw him anyways. And it made it all seem even more romantic and dangerous somehow. We lived in the country...and we had a pony barn with a great loft and a trap door. It was the perfect place for slumber parties. We also had a dirt road along side our property that led back to an oil well that banged away all night. (not the kind that make you rich) So, I used to have sleep overs...and the guys would turn their car lights out and drive along that dirt road and hike over the fields to the barn. And once they were upstairs...we would block that trap door so it couldn't be opened and all made out. Several times...we got noisy and my Dad would come out and bang on that door....and the guys would just about crap their pants. They would wait awhile then until they were sure my dad was gone and sneak back to their car.
Thinking about it all now....there was a lot that could have happened there....but it didn't. One of my friends lost her virginity there one night. And we all were scared to death until her period came the next month.
My "bad boy" was older than me and would graduate from high school two years before me. He often said that he was going to marry me when he graduated....he even had a date set! And he would talk about the sexual things we would do once we were married. It both thrilled and excited me......and embarrassed me.
My "bad boy" sent me an email tonight. I haven't heard from him in years. I knew he was married and had two boys.....and drove his own big rig. He knew that I was married and had two girls. He even knows who my husband is and asked how the "little runt" was. (sorry hun!) But in the email he talked about me being his first real love. And how proud he was that the "good girl" loved him. And even though he is happily married, he said he often thinks about how life would have been if we had married. And he even said that he still wishes to this day that we had had sex together. And he says that every year of his adult life....on the day that he had set as "our" wedding day...he goes camping to a special place by himself and just thinks about me while he looks up at the stars. Now, there's a "bad boy" who still knows how to write a letter.
So...do you have a past love that you think about even now?
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