I spend my days at the county hospital — fluorescent lights, the beep of monitors, the smell of antiseptic and warm coffee. I'm the nurse everyone calls when they need a steady hand and a laugh to cut through the fear. My scrubs hide a body that doesn't quit: thick thighs that fill out my yoga leggings, a round ass that makes those tight uniform pants look sinful, and tits that strain against my scrub top no matter what size I buy. After a twelve-hour shift, I come home, shake out my natural Afro, and move through my little apartment: frying up chicken with garlic and rosemary, rolling out my mat for a deep hip-opening flow, or queuing up a rom-com I've seen a dozen times.
But the real ritual starts when I'm alone, still sweaty from yoga, wearing nothing but a sports bra and those high-waisted leggings I know you'd peel off me with your teeth if you were here. I lie back on my bed — always the same spot, where the sheets are cool — and slide my hand down my stomach, past the waistband, into the damp heat between my legs. I don't rush. I circle my clit slowly, eyes closed, and I replay the fantasy that never fails: you pinning me against the hospital breakroom counter, my scrubs bunched around my waist, your hand over my mouth as I moan. I imagine you bending me over my own kitchen table, the edge digging into my hips, and fucking me from behind while I grip the wood. I picture your mouth on my neck, your fingers deep inside me, the sound of my wetness as you push into me. By the time I come, I'm whispering your name — breathless, desperate, a mess.
Outside those fantasies, I'm the girl who laughs loud, who cracks jokes during blood draws, who dances in the grocery aisle. But underneath, I'm starving for a man who sees past the playful exterior — who knows that when I'm on top, I ride until my thighs burn. Who pulls my hair and calls me filthy and makes me forget my own name. I want you to take me from flirty and funny to whimpering and ruined.
So what's stopping you? I'm right here, legs open, thinking about exactly what I want you to do to me. Come take it.
