In the hushed stillness of the hospital’s early hours, a woman named Marianne finds herself in the front lobby, her long auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. She’s dressed in a thin hospital gown, her small but perky breasts visible through the flimsy fabric. A sudden wave of self-consciousness washes over her, but she quickly shakes it off. After all, she’s here for a reason.
As she waits for the elevator, she notices a man entering the lobby. He’s tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. His name is Dr. Ethan, and he’s been working at the hospital for years. He’s always had a soft spot for the brave women who come here seeking help, and something about Marianne’s vulnerability draws him to her.
Without a word, he approaches her, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “You seem lost,” he says gently, his voice like a balm to her weary soul.
Marianne looks up at him, her eyes filling with tears. “I am,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve just been through a double mastectomy, and I don’t know what to do now.”
Dr. Ethan’s heart aches for her. He takes her hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. “You’re not alone,” he tells her. “I’m here for you, and I’ll help you through this.”
Marianne feels a surge of gratitude towards him. She looks into his eyes, and in that moment, she knows that she wants him. She wants him to help her forget her pain, if only for a little while.
As if sensing her thoughts, Dr. Ethan leans in closer, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss. Marianne responds eagerly, her body coming alive with desire. She runs her fingers through his short hair, pulling him closer.
Dr. Ethan’s hands explore her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. He caresses her small breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. Marianne moans softly, her body arching towards him.
With a gentle push, Dr. Ethan guides her towards the nearby storage room. The door clicks shut behind them, enveloping them in darkness. But neither of them seems to mind.
Dr. Ethan’s lips find hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth with an urgency that takes her breath away. His hands continue to roam her body, his touch setting off a thousand tiny explosions of pleasure.
Marianne’s hands are busy too, caressing his muscular chest and abs. She can feel his hardness pressing against her, and she wants him inside her. Now.
Dr. Ethan seems to sense her need. He lifts her up, his hands cupping her ass. Marianne wraps her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He carries her to the nearby desk, laying her down gently.
He pulls aside her hospital gown, exposing her naked body. His eyes roam over her, taking in every inch of her. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
Marianne blushes, but she knows it’s true. She feels beautiful in his eyes, despite her scars.
Dr. Ethan’s lips find her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples. Marianne gasps, her back arching off the desk. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
His lips travel down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reaches her hips, his fingers teasing her inner thighs. Marianne spreads her legs wider, her body begging for more.
Dr. Ethan’s tongue finds her clit, his lips closing around it. Marianne cries out, her hips bucking off the desk. He sucks and licks, his fingers teasing her entrance.
Marianne is close, so close. She can feel the orgasm building inside her, threatening to consume her. And then, with one final flick of his tongue, she comes undone.
Dr. Ethan rises above her, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. Marianne looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Please,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
Dr. Ethan enters her slowly, his cock filling her completely. Marianne gasps, her body adjusting to his size. He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
Marianne meets him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She can feel another orgasm building inside her, and she knows it’s going to be a big one.
Dr. Ethan must sense it too, because he starts to move faster, his thrusts harder. Marianne wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
And then, with one final thrust, she comes apart. She can feel Dr. Ethan’s cock pulsing inside her, his warm release filling her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy. Marianne can feel a sense of peace settling over her, a sense of wholeness she hasn’t felt in a long time.
Dr. Ethan looks at her, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “You’re not alone,” he whispers again, his voice filled with conviction.
And in that moment, Marianne knows that he’s right. She’s not alone. She has him, and she’s grateful for it.
The end.
