A helping hand in hospital

[loveu2c]

Originally Posted by Ferris1

Well for a newbie with three posts who joined this month you certainly are opinionated.

My wife and I both come onto the forum and we look at the things that we find erotic and exciting so I for one don't feel that you have a right to judge my "sensitivity" as a husband. And as for moral relativism, of course we demonstrate it, we're human beings after all an there are huge variation by geography, society and era into what is and isn't acceptable. But the forum has rules of acceptability and I am simply expressing what I feel is acceptable within the bounds of this post.

These forums allow for just about anything to be discussed and posted for both the poster and members' pleasure. But I believe that it is also incumbent upon a thread starter to make it clear what the thread is about, to allow viewers to make a choice about whether they read it or not and for contributing posters to follow the thread theme. This thread is not just about hospitals. It's about consensual sexual encounters in hospital and the addition of a story about the degradation of a wife at the hands of an unscrupulous doctor is perfectly legitimate as an OCC post but not here. I want the choice of whether to read it just as I make the choice of not looking at picture threads involving things that I do not find erotic or in extreme cases find repugnant.

We do all bring our own, potentially warped, moral code here but I do expect posters to respect one another's tastes and expectations and to identify their own "enthusiasms" by contributing appropriately or becoming a thread starter to encourage others with similar tastes to self-select.

I wasn't judging your personal sensitivity as a husband, I was making a point that numerous posts throughout this forum could be condemned for one reason or another, but what would be the point of that?

BTW, I guess one needs to be here at least a whole 3 or 4 months like you in order to offer an opinion. Your point, however, regarding starting a new thread and attempting to identify content is a fair one.

[loveu2c]

Originally Posted by jjanda_2000

- Hmmm. In spite of the ineptitude with reason and logic that you open with, I do agree with your closing suggestion.

You can help us avoid your demeaning contributions if you categorize them properly in the subject line, as suggested by Ferris1, and also mentioned in the forum guidelines to which you refer:

"We suggest that you always choose a "Thread Prefix" to describe the content of your story. "

Since you mention the guidelines, I also suggest you re-read Story Forum rule #5 which pertains to stories involving non-consensual sexual acts.

I think the person struggling with reason and logic is currently smelling your upper lip. If your concern is the "suggestion" that a thread prefix be included, then your quarrel is with hundreds of posters that have similarly violated this hard and fast suggestion. I have notified moderators about the post you find so terribly objectionable and have requested that they review it and delete it or move it if appropriate. I'm sure they will take the appropriate action.

This has become a really stupid debate and one I refuse to participate in further.

[willie t]

Originally Posted by okiebugg

As a combat veteran of the Viet Nam conflict, I'd like to share a similar story

I spent 33 month "in country in 3 different deployments. I had volunteered to serve In the Marine Corps, and saw many things that I wish not to talk about.

I did experience a 'love affair' with one of the nurses while injured, and an experience it was!
I had been hit by a booby trap called a 'betty' or a 'bouncing betty' the trap was known by both names. It seems that the Viet Cong had discovered that all you had to do was blow off the genital area of American troops and it would put the fear of God in us collectively.
The Betty was a crude device triggered by a trip wire and a trip spring, and would bounce to the height of 30 inches to 33 inches. It was made of crude materials that were collected by the villagers and given to the VC. It was usually constructed with about three pounds of explosives, and any kind of dung or rotting tissue so the betty would not only explode, but drive deadly bacteria into the wound to start raging infections.
Well, I was walking point (in front of the Platoon), and a Marine behind me tripped a wire and was killed instantly. I was primarily hit in the ass, so none of my "wedding tackle" was affected. It did however break my hip, and I was subsequently evacuated to an aid station where I was taken into an operating room and the bleeding stopped, and an attempt was made to debride the wound of infectious material. I was then shipped by plane to Hawaii to be repaired by competent personnel at an advanced Medical Facility. By the time I arrived, I had an high fever and quite a smelly infection in addition to the broken hip, and half of my ass blown away.
I dont remember arriving in Hawaii, ot anything else for that matter. I awoke in a body cast which was a stablizing
cast from my knees to my upper chest. It had large holes cut into it so I could pee and eliminate waste.

I remembering awakening to the sight of a beautiful AMERICAN nurse who was quite compassionate and lovely to be around. I spent two weeks in bed and not moving so my pelvis could start healing from the surgery. I saw many many nurses during this time and none were quite as compassionate as Susan, the nurse I saw when I first awakened. She was around periodically, and she and I hit it off. She had a good sense of humor, and generally knew what I needed before I did.

During my third week of my recovery, Susan came in to give me a sponge bath. She washed as much as she could, and noticed that I hade a huge stiffy. The other nurses had a habit of thumping your penis with a finger and make it wilt. It hurt like hell, to say nothing about my need to release. After giving me a sponge bath, she didn't thump me, but reached under the sheets and found my dick and started jacking me off. I didn't last very long the first time, and sprayed my spunk all over the underside of my sheets which she promptly changed. This went on for about two to three weeks whenever she was in my room.

I was moved to a more private and quiet area because I was healing quite well. Part of my body cast had been hacked away, and I was allowed to move around and walk with assistance. The next time Susan came into my room, she went about her regular routine of washing me and making me comfortable. We had become fast friends by that time. She said that she needed a way to relieve my pressure without having to change my bed sheets getting spunky. Much to my surprise, she closed my door came to my bed, and gave me the best blow job I have ever had. She was my first experience with a woman deep throating me. I'm fairly well endowed and couldn't understand how she could take my entire cock completely into her mouth. She would do this at the proper time so I could shoot a load. This much to my delight went on for a few weeks until my cast was removed and I was put into a brace to keep my hip stable. I still was getting the release that I so loved. I was allowed to start going outside for fresh air with the aid of crutches, and walking so I could regain my strength.

Susan asked me if I could find a way to meet her at one of the hotels on the island. This was strictly forbidden, an enlisted Marine seeing an officer. No way. I tried to reason with her that if we got caught, I'd go to the brig, and she would be shipped to Bumfuck Egypt in disgrace. She kept saying that she had something for me when I could meet her. A few days went by and I heard from her. Seems she had bribed one of the SP's (shore Patrol) and he would pick me up at 2300 hours that night and I should just go with him and ask no questions. I went with him and was delivered to a home on the beach that had a large party going on. I'll spare the details, but she told me that I had to be quiet in the house and would have to 'fuck up'. Not knowing wht that meant at the time, we had a few drinks (I was dressed in civilian clothes) so no one would know that I was enlisted. After a few drinks, we went upstairs to a room and closed the door.

What she had for me was a summer dress that fell to the floor. She took me to the bed and told me that I would have to lay on my back and "fuck up" finally I knew the significance of what she had said earlier. She found a way to straddle me even though I was wearing a heavy brace. She climbed on after much foreplay sank my dick into the tightest pussy that I could remember. It was warm inside. She had significant muscle control. She was passionate. We made love until the sun came up the next morning. These were some of the most significant moments in my life until this day. I was sent to San Diego Naval Hospital for physical therapy and two more surgeries. I lost track of her, but kept snooping until I found her. She was at Walter Reed Hospital in the Washington DC area. Once released from San Diego, I drove cross country and found where she lived. I was there when she came home.

After a long engagement, we married in 1971. She is still my wife today-39 years. Life is as good for us today as it was then.............

Excellent story Marine. It has a happy ending in more ways than one.

I was a Marine infantry officer in Vietnam and one of my buddies was hit by friendly fire resulting in a body cast and months in Navy hospitals. He met a friendly nurse in one of them and she rewarded him for being a good patient by giving him one hand job per week. He returned to active duty and survived the war.

Semper fi.

willie t