Chapter 1: Introduction
Sarah had seen it all in her job. She'd changed puss-filed bandages, listened to awkward confessions of regrets and lamenting decisions, she'd found the beauty in healing and mending broken bodies. But it wasn't until she saw Jay, her patient for the day, lying in bed, that she felt her cheeks heat. The sheet tented over his waistline, making it painfully obvious what lay beneath it.
"Hey, little fella," Sarah murmured to herself as she pulled the curtain around the patient for privacy.
She took a deep breath and reminded herself that this was a medical issue, nothing more. As a nurse, she had seen her fair share of penises, but something about Jay's small package had her pulse racing. Sarah shook her head and chalked it up to the stress of her job.
She walked over to the bedside, greeted Jay with a friendly smile, and began her usual routine of checking his vitals. "Everything looks good, Jay. How are you feeling today?" Sarah asked, all while trying to keep her gaze off of the sheet covering his lower half.
Jay shrugged, seeming a bit embarrassed. "A bit better now that you're here," he said softly.
Sarah chuckled, her cheeks getting even warmer. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Now, let's get those vitals checked."
As Sarah went through the motions of checking Jay's blood pressure and temperature, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. She had never been one to fetishize small penises, but there was something about this one that drew her in.
It was almost cute, the way it strained against the sheet, as if eager to escape and see the world. Sarah felt her mouth go dry as she wondered what it would be like to touch it, to wrap her fingers around its girth and feel its warmth.
She forced herself to snap out of her daze and continue her work, taking his blood pressure and temperature. But her mind kept wandering back to the thought of him, of his small package straining against the sheet.
Sarah found herself unable to shake the desire simmering in her core. She was a professional, she kept telling herself. But as she watched Jay squirm under the sheet, his face flushed, she couldn't help but feel a familiar ache between her legs.
Sarah turned to leave, saying, "I'll give you some privacy, Jay, to get dressed. I'll be back in a bit to check on you, okay?"
She left the room and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. She had never experienced this desire before.
Sarah found herself thinking about Jay constantly. His small package, his shy demeanor, it all drove her wild. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to lose herself with him, to feel his small but precious cock deep inside her.
She had gone home that night with her mind racing with thoughts of Jay. As she lay in bed, she found herself fantasizing about him, imagining what it would be like to touch him, to feel his cock brush against her skin.
But it wasn't just the excitement of the forbidden that drew her to him.