u/Overall-Bet849

I spent all day at the hospital being a good nurse, but by the time I got home to my quiet apartment, the single mom persona was officially off. I was fresh out of the shower, still damp, and feeling far too greedy for just one person. When my neighbor messaged me saying he had a friend over, I didn't even hesitate. I left the door unlocked and waited on the edge of the bed, petite frame shaking just a little.

What started as a quiet night turned into a full-blown breeding session. Having two sets of hands on a small waist like mine is a different kind of heavy craving. One kept me pinned down while the other focused entirely on my backdoor, and let's just say an 18yo mom bod hasn't been stretched like that in a long, long time. By the time they were done turning me into a total puddle with a double finish, I couldn't even remember my own name.

Being a professional nurse means my life is a constant cycle of high-stress shifts and staying composed in my scrubs. Everyone at the hospital sees me as the dependable woman who always has it together, but they have no idea about the stubborn streak I hide or the head full of secrets I keep once I clock out.

Last night, the tension finally broke. I invited a guy over to the staff dorms who I knew could offer the kind of massive distraction I really needed. Standing there in my 5 foot 2 frame, I felt so petite and fragile as he stepped into my small room. He did not waste any time with small talk. He backed me against my narrow bed and pulled me into a deep, possessive kiss that made my knees weak.

The entry was an intense, deep stretch that hit my limit instantly. Being so small means every movement feels like a total physical takeover, especially when he is built like a real King. He folded my curvy frame right there on the thin mattress, and every thrust was a wave of internal ruin that made me gasp for air. I had to bury my face in my pillow and bite down hard to keep from waking the entire floor because these dorm walls are dangerously thin.

I might be a nurse who is used to being in control, but I was the one who needed a serious procedure last night to fix my bratty attitude. He bottomed me out until I was a shivering puddle, completely wrecked and stretched to the brink. I am back in my scrubs today, acting like the perfect, dependable professional, but I am carrying a deep internal ache that is making it very hard to focus on my rounds.