Jiujiang nurses

Jiujiang Nurse:
I'm sick, a viral cold. I had no choice but to go to the hospital. The doctor was ruthless, making me get an IV drip. I'm terrified of needles. Sitting in the injection room, watching the IV drip slowly, it was so boring.
A petite nurse pushed open the door and looked at my IV drip. She asked if I'd eaten breakfast and
how I was feeling. "Have you ever felt like this? How can you get better? Unless you see a beautiful woman, you'll feel like dying, so boring!"
You look like a thug. Just accept your fate here; there are no beautiful women! "Wait a minute, when I came in this morning, I saw your sister. Isn't she beautiful? But I haven't seen her since!"
"Oh? My sister? What does she look like?"
"She's quite pretty. You're asking me what your sister looks like?"
"Of course, I'm an only child, how could I have a sister?"
"Oh, I had a fever and went crazy… She really is beautiful!"
"Oh?"
Really? If I tell you what she looks like, can you secretly give me her phone number?
"She looks exactly like you! I thought she was your twin sister!"
"Haha, you're so sly. Why don't you just say she's my sister?"
"Because you're young..."
I gave her the car keys, told her my car's license plate number, and asked her to get my laptop. So, I used my phone's GPRS connection to connect to the internet on my laptop. The speed was terrible, but at least I could do something. However, in this weather, my left hand was freezing cold from the IV drip, so I couldn't type and could only browse forum posts.
She came in again and asked how I was. I said my hands were so cold, and she actually found me a hot water bottle, filled it with water, and warmed my hands. I was a little touched. She sat down and chatted with me. Because I was really uncomfortable, she did most of the talking while I listened. I learned that she graduated from the local medical college with a nursing degree, and other personal details. After the injection, when I was leaving, a nurse stopped me and loudly told me I was rude because she had given me her phone number, but I hadn't given her mine. Ugh, she even punished me by making me take her out to dinner tonight. I had no choice; I was sick but had to work.
For the sake of sex, I had to do this. The nurse kept texting me, asking seemingly innocent questions, like whether I had a girlfriend, what I thought of her, and what kind of woman I liked. Because I wasn't feeling well, I didn't have the energy or interest for such hints. Just after I got off work that night, the nurse called and asked me to take her out to dinner. Thinking I had nothing to do at home, I agreed. I picked her up and we went to Jia Ke Lai for steak. After some aperitifs, her face turned red, and her eyes looked hazy.
After dinner, she said some friends were coming over and asked if it was okay. I just said, "As long as you don't bring your husband, anything is fine."
In total, four women and two men. We went to the Fengwu Jiutian D-hall. I suggested a private room, but the nurse said it wasn't necessary, and it would be more fun in the main hall. I felt quite attracted to her then; she wasn't one to squander men's money. After ordering, without noticing, she paid the bill. I was really touched.
Around 10 pm, she asked me if I was unhappy. I said no. She said I seemed unhappy. I said I rarely hang out in the lobby; maybe I'm not used to it.
She suggested we go for a walk. I naturally agreed. After saying goodbye to my friends, we parked the car by the lake. The car stereo was playing Bandari's "The Graduate." She asked me how many women I'd been with, and I asked her to add a zero to the number of men she'd had, and other silly questions. Later, I felt hungry and suggested we get something to eat. She agreed.
While shifting gears, I accidentally touched her hand. I squeezed it briefly before gently letting go. She had her head down, and the city lights outside the car window illuminated her face, making it appear blurry and indistinct. She gently placed her hand in mine. We'd spent 23 yuan on a late-night snack, and I offered to take her home. Don't think I'm being hypocritical; I was genuinely feeling unwell. She silently got into the car with me. She lived in Lushan District, and the car couldn't go in, so I walked with her. We held hands.
Standing downstairs, I asked her to come up, but she stood still, head down. It felt like we were dating back in our school days. Suddenly, I cupped her face and kissed her passionately. She responded hesitantly, slowly embracing me. I said, "Stay with me. Don't go back." She said okay.
I immediately drove to the nearest hotel. The room cost 100 yuan, and the deposit was 200 yuan. We went upstairs, and before I even had a chance to look at the room, we locked the door and kissed on the bed. My hands roamed over her body, touching her breasts through her clothes. It wasn't easy to find her nipples through the fabric, but I suddenly became very excited, vigorously kneading her breasts. She finally moaned. I lifted her clothes, reached inside, and slipped my hand inside her bra. Finally, I felt her nipples. I couldn't see them, but I definitely found them and felt them. I pinched her nipples with my fingers, and her lips trembled, her brow furrowing. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. I easily possessed her breasts, and she let out a soft moan.
My hand slowly moved down, touching her lower abdomen. She began to writhe. A respectable young woman is different from a prostitute; she gets excited easily, and that's true. Touching her clitoris was incredible; her breathing became rapid, she writhed incessantly, and fluid flowed incessantly. She hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately, making my tongue a little sore. I rolled over and pinned her down, only then starting to take off my clothes. We were completely naked, and I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, the hardness of her nipples. Kissing her, I slowly squeezed my legs between hers, using my hand to guide my penis, rubbing it between her labia. She turned her head away, saying I hated it. I thrust in, and she let out a really loud "Ah!" which startled me. (
Some details omitted, as it was mostly simple thrusting, changing positions a couple of times.) I was sweating. At first, she told me to be gentle, saying it hurt, that she hadn't done it in a long time.
Of course, I was quite gentle and considerate. Later, it was different; we both got really into it. After we finished, lying on the bed, she leaned against me and whispered, asking if I thought she was a promiscuous woman. I said, "Of course not." She said we slept together right after we met. I said I've never believed feelings can be cultivated. If you measure feelings by the length of time, you're bound to fail miserably. She said I was so good, and I still don't understand if she meant I was good in bed, or if what I said was really good. Then we went to take a shower. She didn't want to shower with me, so I pulled her, and she resisted. We started struggling on the bed, and then I forcibly carried her to the bathroom. I turned on the water, and she stood to the side, covering her chest and genitals with her hands—it wasn't really covering anything, just pure self-deception. I held her, and we stood together under the showerhead, letting the hot water flow over us. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom, and it felt really good. I kissed her, kissed her ear, and I could hear that innocent yet most seductive moan. She hugged my neck, and I whispered, "Will you give me oral sex?" She said she didn't know how. I said I'd teach her.
Right there in the bathroom, she squatted down, looking at my penis, but hesitated to open her mouth. I was exasperated. I urged her, and she said she really didn't know how, and even called me a pervert. I said, "You guessed right, I am a pervert." Slowly, she opened her mouth. Although her oral sex skills were terrible, she was really earnest and seemed shy, which felt amazing. Soon, I picked her up and we stood facing each other. Because our height ratio was good, she spread her legs, and I could easily penetrate her with a slight bend. Although I couldn't penetrate very deeply, it felt good. The hot water flowed over her breasts and stomach and then onto my penis—it felt wonderful. Without turning off the water, I carried her to the bed, and we continued our battle there…
When we finally finished, she told me, "I'm a pervert."
I drove her to work this morning, then bought a bouquet of flowers and had the florist deliver it to her hospital. Then I got a call from her; she said I was so nice, and that's what bothered me the most. She said all her colleagues at the hospital were jealous of her. In conclusion: I don't really like going to prostitutes; I only do it out of necessity
because I'm never short of women. Picking up decent girls is actually quite simple: if they like money, shower them with it; if they like feelings, give them what they want, like surprises, romance, etc. My experience with picking up girls is simple: a man needs to be really handsome, but of course, he absolutely can't be ugly. Under these conditions, having good communication skills, quick wit, a decent amount of money, and a group of close friends—I'll write about that next time—shouldn't be a big problem. If you're not bad-looking, a girl won't find you repulsive. Plus, your eloquence will make her like you and at least not forget you easily. Add to that your quick wit and adaptability, and she'll admire you. Finally, add some money, gifts, meals, and hotel rooms, and you're all set.

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