I like to play games with my beautiful Sarah Ann. She has a playful and youthful exuberance that makes everything more fun, even things I might have felt embarrassed to do before. Sarah is so good to me; she dresses up as all manner of sexy character when she knows I'm feeling rough. She always knows how to distract me from the daily grind and the pain of simple living. Sarah is the best medicine for all of my ails.
Sometimes when I'm terribly stressed I will call ahead before I get home. I just have to tell her I'm hurting really bad, that I need some of her special therapy. She dresses up special for me, donning the uniform of my gorgeous, sexy health care practitioner: Nurse Sarah. She is so tender with her touch, so healing with every graze of her soft fingertips. She is in every way the woman I have dreamed of all my life in those harsh times when you don't know how you'll get through to the next day. Nurse Sarah cures all my deep pains.
I walk through the door dragging myself like an animated corpse. There are lots of these days. I have worked a million stupid jobs trying to scrape out a living while I pursue my art and my music. It's a punishing reality, but one I choose to help purge the ideas and obsessions that build in my mind. One these days, when I'm so dragged out I could die, Nurse Sarah brings me back to life.
She is waiting there in the short little dress that does little to hide her delicious, curving assets. Her breasts push out firmly, barely contained by the thin white fabric and tiny bra that struggles to hold on to her massive breasts. The dress is tight, hugging her form erotically. Her legs are smooth and bare, almost as porcelain white as the dress she wears. She tilts her hips with a cocky angle, exerting power and oozing sexuality. I know I'm in for one hell of a treat, my pain slides away almost immediately.
Nurse Sarah extends her hand and I take it carefully. She smiles brightly at me, soothing me already with just her gaze. She guides me to the bedroom, motioning for me to lay down. I lay down and strip off my shirt; I am in desperate need of her soothing hands today. She immediately straddles my legs and begins to work her magic on my body. Her hands start at my shoulders, coaxing the tension out my tissues with delicate ease. I groan quietly as she moves lower, kneading my muscles with her strong hands and leaving nothing but bliss in her wake. I feel her hand gesture on my side and I roll over underneath her. Her hands begin working their way along my chest. The deep tension in my body is released with each little squeeze of her beautiful fingers. She slides her palms along my stomach, teasing and easing at the same time.
