I wrote a short story a week or two ago, and the feedback response surprised me. I suppose I should have answered them all, but I simply am not ready for that yet, it is too soon to think of trying to find a mate.
I will, when the time is right, but now I am still trying to get used to this lonely house. I can almost hear Ted's fine strong voice, strumming his guitar, singing a song he wrote.
"I sit in my chair, my lonely room, I sip my bitter cold tea. I look around, there's no one here, I need someone here with me.."
My late Husband, Ted, used the name "Magichands" in his writings for this site. He was a prolific author, he did mild erotic, science fiction, politics, you name it. He also wrote for several local publications.
As I went through his piles of work, some dating back 40 years, I have to admit even I was surprised at the volumes of work that came out of that man's mind.
Quite simply, it will take me years to read it all and sort it out. Oddly, he sold very little of it, it seems that he wrote for himself.
But like I said, the feedback did surprise me. With the exception of just one, all were positive, and even the one who critiqued my work was gentle about it.
I am a Doctor, and never did consider myself as having any writing ability. But Ted always encouraged me, I think telling stories was his second love. I do know teaching at the Massage Therapy school was his first love, besides me, of course.
Today is Thanksgiving day, it will be the first one I spend by myself. I had invitations, I turned them down, somehow I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. Later today, I am going to go out and start Ted's Corvette, and take it for a drive. I have never driven it. I went out and looked at it yesterday, there on the seat was a letter. It had full instructions of what not to do when driving it. It was signed, "Be careful, I love you!".
Just like that man, taking care of me to the end. For only the 2nd time, I sat down and cried when I read that.
Let me tell you a bit about myself, and then I shall move on to a recent experience.
My name is Lee, like I said, I am a Doctor. I am 50 years old now, and still in good enough shape to catch a man's eye here and there. Sure, there is a sprinkle of grey in my hair, I hide that well. I work out every single day, my 118 pound frame is in good shape. At 5'5", I could be called slender, my bust is a "B" cup, I measure 34-22-33, so that should give you some idea. Make no bones about it, in the harsh light of day, I look 50! But with a bit of makeup, nice dress, and I can pass for 40..(I think, anyway...hehehe).
I am also multi-orasmic, most men would need to hurry to beat me there, the good ones figure out how to make me keep from orgasming too soon, or just keep taking me higher with them. Ted would give me little teasing orgasms by simply licking my bare nipples, he would spend a half hour doing that, until I would finally reach out and almost force myself onto him.
He was one hell of a man, even sick, right at the end, he was still virile and strong, although he did weaken sooner. So the man I end up with, if I ever do, had better be ready! I love sex, and I know how to make men work, too!
One thing I might as well say right up front, I do have some tendencies to exhibitionism, and I am also a bit of a voyeur, oh hell! I am fibbing! I absolutely LOVE looking at men, especially when they are naked and completely in my power. That underlying fantasy is why I became a nurse, then a Doctor in the first place!
I was trained as a Nurse first, and always wanted to become a Doctor. But that is expensive, and Ted and I just didn't have the resources.
One weekend we were on a short trip to Reno. Ted was fiddling around on a $1 slot machine when all hell broke loose and our life changed.
Never again would we ever need to worry about money, the annual checks would arrive for the next 25 years! Ted got his 50 year anniversary z06 Corvette, I got my degree.
Other than some nicer items that replaced what we already had, our life really didn't change.
My work is with a local HMO, I am a staff Doctor in their Health Appraisal Program. This means I have a huge advantage, every single one of my patients comes to me complete with a full medical history, blood tests, etc.
I am supposed to average 2 patients per hour, I have leeway there, in case I spot a crazy high blood pressure reading, or something going on that needs instant attention.
Usually it is pretty much the same, I run the normal tests, then drop the pants, I check for lumps and things that don't feel right, then it's bend over and up the rear with a gloved finger.
Some men don't like that, and find it distasteful. Some rather obviously love it, especially when they see a slender and reasonably pretty 50 year old lady Doctor!
Once in awhile I will push the envelope a bit if I see someone who I like the looks of. Now please understand that I don't spend all day whacking off strange men, my arm would get tired!
But I have done that. All in the course of my duty, of course!
My co-worker is Dan, we long since decided between us that I would take most of the men clients, and he would take the women. Dan is a little like me, he likes his women patients, just as much as I like my men. It doesn't always work out that way, of course, I see 4 to 5 women every day, and Dan gets a sprinkling of men.
One day, oh, about a year or so ago, I picked up the records of my next patient and was scanning them, looking for potential problems. I found none, here was a nice, healthy 22 year old, coming in for his first appointment. Blood tests all clear, the records showed him as 5'10", 170 pounds, young and healthy as a horse.
That is YUMYUM stuff to me, I like the young ones because they have no idea what to expect. They will do almost anything I tell them to, and usually turn bright red as the session proceeds.
Older clients are wiser and catch on quickly to what I am up to. That is great fun, too, as I pretend we are just checking things out. I catch their look and smile, and I know that they know. At that point I may bend over to "inspect" closely. My breasts aren't large, so with a bit of a shrug I can "accidentally" let them have a peek at one of my nipples. The scrubs I wear at work are loose with a large gaping top that will fall completely away from my chest. I wear loose low cut bras, this makes it easy to give them a look. If the situation is really exciting, I may take quite a long time letting them peek at me. It excites me, my nipples get very long and very hard when this happens. This usually gives them a raging hardon! A large portion of the older clients will quit fighting getting a hardon when they realize, I really like watching their cocks grow. But they will almost never say anything, though.
Like I said, I like the feeling of power!
"Jimmy" the report read. My nurse showed him in, I looked him up and down. Light brown hair, well muscled, in shape.
