Laura is a curvy nurse who loves her husband, but lately their sex life hasn't been anything to brag about. When the young, sexy and curve-loving Dr. Fuller offers some mysterious pills for Laura's headache, she discovers that uncontrollable lust is one of the side effects. Will Laura be able to get her husband to satiate her desperate needs, or will Dr. Fuller have to step in to give her the only kind of injection that will cure her.
This 7,000 word short story contains one frustrated bbw nurse, the husband she loves, the doctor she lusts for, burning eroticism, and reluctant, rough, mind-blowing sex.
"Don't worry. I'm just giving you a checkup, right? I'll make it quick and you can be on your way." He wrapped on arm around the small of my back and I was paralyzed. It had to have been the pills.
"Let's start by checking your pulse." He grabbed my throat with his other hand, pushing my face up to looks his in the eye. I could breathe, but his grip was tight. I could feel my pulse pushing against his thumb with every heartbeat. "You're heart's racing, Laura. The side effect must be affecting you greatly."
"Y-yes...it's driving me insane," I whimpered.
"You have two options."
"Please, tell me."
"The first one is a simple, quick acting cure. You lay on your back, or on all fours, or over a table and I give you an injection."
My eyes went wide. "No! I can't...my husband...," I pleaded.
He rolled his eyes. "The second option is that you feel like this until it wears off or you take the first option."
I couldn't take this for another hour, let alone a day or however long it would take to wear off. His hand slid down from the small of my back and he sunk his fingers into a handful of my ass. I groaned, my lips parting slightly. He never took his eyes off mine.
"I just--I can't do it, what would I tell him?"
He suddenly let go of me and then grabbed the front of my uniform. With a single tug he tore the front of my uniform open down to the belt, the buttons popping off one by one, revealing the purple bustier I wore underneath. I screamed, and tried to cover myself.
"I'm sure you were thinking of your husband when you poured yourself into this number. Regardless, you don't have to tell him anything. I give you what you're looking for, you're cured, and then you go back to your happy marriage. You need this. I know you already tried with him. You smell like sex."
I felt like I was going to cry, but I knew he was right. I couldn't live feeling like that, and it would just become a problem for James and me. It would just be this once. And it was a medical issue, so not even an affair, really. Anything to justify it to myself.
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Published November 28, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.