My stroke recovery was more rapid than expected. But still painfully slow. It was tedious. Recover is not linear. Steps forward are followed by steps backward.
I was alarmed — literally – in a bed or a chair. I could not adjust the bed without setting off the alarm — which would shriek until a nurse came to shut it off — and reset it
Fortunately I was blessed with fantastic professionals But one therapist was particularly amazing.
She had a compelling voice — I would respond to her when no one else could reach me. We worked together even as I healed.
She sat on the edge of my bed as we worked. I was gowned. I got hard whenever she spoke to me although I tried to hide it. I didn’t want to lose that voice.
I remember that she had shoulder length blond hair and dressed in pink floral scrubs
Temperature sensation and emotional filter are two things that desert stroke victims. I could not get cool so I’d lay on the bed without a sheet. Thrashing about bunched my gown and I often lay exposed. But I tried to be only on my best behavior when the woman with the voice came to me
I completed a therapy session with the woman with the voice one evening and lay back wishing for solid food. I was still hard after her earlier visit so I absently stroked myself waiting for night.
She returned unscheduled — with a bowl of ice cream. She turned off the bed alarm.
“I am working late and I thought we could work on your swallow” she said sitting next to me with a small bowl of soft serve ice cream.
She took a spoon of ice cream and put it in my mouth “Slowly” she said. “Let it warm a little before you try”.
Her arm rested against my leg and her breasts stained against her scrub shirt as she slowly fed me. With each bite my hard cock twitched.
Another bite. Another smile. ” Slowly now”. “Use your mouth and tongue”
I was tired but entranced. The room was darkening and she looked around.
“Let’s take a break from swallowing and just try to use your mouth and tongue.” She held the cool spoon in my mouth as I tried to manipulate my tongue around it
“You need better focus” the voice said. She raised her scrub shirt and put her breast to my face
“Try this” she said as she pulled the sheet over my cock
I worked my tongue around her dark pink nipple. My mouth filled with saliva and I started to panic
She gripped my cock and told me “slowly. Swallow now.”
I sucked her nipple slowly savoring the texture.
“Now try the other”, she said moving farther over the bed, her side resting on my thinly clad cock I sucked and tasted. After what seemed a long while but was probably just a few short moments she shuddered. And smiled
“My time is nearly up and rounds are about to start”. “You’ve been a star patient”, she said with a smile. In that voice.
She caressed me slowly. My twitching straining cock. Lightly. Barely a touch. And I came from her slight touch. And that voice
“We got to be careful”, she said spilling the now melted ice cream on the sheet.
“The nurse can change your bed in a few minutes”
She got up and turned down the lights the rest of the way. She smiled and closed my door, leaving it ajar.
Leaving me with the thoughts of her delightful salty taste. And the sound of her voice ….