In the sterile whiteness of the hospital ward, a woman named Isolde laid in her bed, her long hair splayed across the pillow. She was a vision of vulnerability, her small breasts exposed for all to see. The hospital gown had been discarded, leaving her nude and exposed.
The door creaked open, and a tall figure entered the room. It was the doctor, a man named Adrian, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He approached Isolde’s bed, his gaze fixated on her exposed body.
Adrian began the examination, his fingers gently probing Isolde’s body. He started with her feet, working his way up to her legs, and then her thighs. Isolde’s breath hitched as Adrian’s fingers brushed against her inner thighs. She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for more.
Adrian obliged, his fingers tracing the outline of Isolde’s small breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumb brushing against her nipples. Isolde gasped, her back arching off the bed. Adrian leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, tasting each other’s desire. Adrian’s hand drifted down Isolde’s body, his fingers finding her wetness. He stroked her gently, his fingers slipping inside her with ease. Isolde moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
Adrian broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Isolde’s neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his fingers still working their magic between her legs. Isolde’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure.
Adrian positioned himself between Isolde’s legs, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance, his tip brushing against her wetness. Isolde whimpered, her hips rising to meet him.
With one swift thrust, Adrian entered Isolde. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. Adrian began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Isolde matched his rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Adrian’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. Isolde met him stroke for stroke, their moans filling the hospital room. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their lovemaking echoing through the halls.
Adrian’s climax approached, his thrusts becoming erratic. Isolde felt her own orgasm building, her muscles clenching around him. With one final thrust, Adrian came inside her, his warm seed filling her. Isolde followed shortly after, her body trembling with release.
Adrian collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy. Isolde wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with aftershocks. They laid there for a moment, their bodies intertwined, before Adrian pulled out and adjusted his clothes.
He left the room, leaving Isolde alone in her bed. But she wasn’t alone for long, as another figure entered the room. It was a nurse, with short blonde hair and a kind smile. She approached Isolde’s bed, her eyes filled with concern.
“How are you feeling, dear?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Isolde smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. “I’m feeling much better, thank you,” she replied.
The nurse nodded, her eyes twinkling with understanding. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said, before leaving the room.
Isolde laid back on her pillow, a satisfied smile on her face. The hospital gown had been discarded, but she didn’t need it anymore. She was no longer just a patient – she was a woman who had been desired, loved, and fulfilled.
