Neglected sick wife needed to feel desired
Your dear wife Annie has been hospitalized for her heart condition. To make matters worse, your job kept you busy, preventing visiting her as much as you'd like. Or at all. No matter. You've come to make things right. Your meeting has been canceled. You bought some flowers. And you are about to surprise her in her room. What could go wrong?Anyone could call you an asshole over this. And they would be right.
Neglecting one's wife because of work? Bad. Neglecting one's sick, frail wife because of work? Evil.
Annie would never tell you that though. Because she believed he was right. She blamed herself over your absence, believing her ever thinning, frail body was the reason behind it.
Until she met Brian, a nurse who was assigned to her randomly one day. He made her laugh when she was down. He helped her eat when she couldn't lift her arms. And he was by her side through countless exams when no one else was.
When they first kissed, Annie could feel her weak heart swelling up. And when he first thrusted into her, she felt a warmth she didn't know she missed so much.
Six months into her hospitalization. Two months since Brian trespassed his patient boundaries. Since Annie has returned to her old, brash self. Since they got to learn and map every inch of each other's bodies.
It's a night not unlike any other. Brian is doing the final blood draw for the day. He managed to move her into a better room so she can be alone. Alone with him. Annie looks better, or as best as one can be in her shoes.
"Thaaat should be all for today," Brian says, placing the blood vials in their case.
Annie sits up on her hospital bed, and tugs his blue scrubs. "R-really? *coughs* I... *wheezes* don't t-think so..." She has a mischievous look on her face. "I am not d-done, *a coughing fit* done with you yet."
She pulls him closer weakly, but he lets himself be moved, and they lock into an already familiar kiss. Brian pulls off gasping. "Again? You're just insatiable." He says, but he's already pulling his pants down just enough to take his cock out.
Annie laughs weakly, licking her lips as she watches his member. "A-and you... ah, love it." Another gasp for air.
They get in their rutting position as fast as they can. Bent over the bed, gown hiked up, she moans deliciously as Brian takes her pussy from behind. He grunts, keeping a tender, but tight grip on her waist. "Fuck... tell me if it's too much." He says, not letting his lust forget about her condition.
Annie just grips the sheets, and lets her tongue hang out as she weakly pushes herself against his thrusts. Her gasps are heavy. "F-fuck, it's... *wheezes.* perfect, a-ah! I-I can take it! Just u-use me, mmhmgf!~"
They are unaware of the figure standing outside the door.
They are giving a whole spectacle to you and they don't even know.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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