I wouldn’t say I was into the medical fetish. In fact, I absolutely cannot stand pain, blood or needles. Despite this, I remember one time when I was recovering from a knee operation… The presence of my stitches and a bandage meant that a potentially conventional shag became a truly memorable one.
I had a boyfriend at the time, but no, the memorable shag wasn’t with him. In fact, I actually wanted to leave him. But for practical reasons, I simply couldn’t refuse the convenience of a having a boyfriend to care for me after my operation, as I would be unable to walk for the first few days following the procedure.
It’s during times like these that you really value your health and mobility. After being in the depressing atmosphere of the hospital, I felt a strong desire to be fucked and to feel the blood pumping through my veins. I needed to feel alive and my boyfriend definitely wasn’t the man for the job.
To my surprise, he turned out to be an exemplary caregiver. He totally exceeded my expectations, but this was not enough for me to change my mind about our non-existent future as a couple. This was mainly because our sex life was a disaster and the lack of passion was contaminating other areas of our relationship. The fact that he didn’t desire me sexually was soul-destroying for me and I made no secret of my frustration.
As the days went by, my strength gradually came back. Although my leg was still bandaged up, I could just about hobble around my apartment and I was no longer reliant on my boyfriend for everything. Within a week, he went back to work and one day when I was at home alone, I decided to invite a friend around for lunch.
He had been a friend with benefits long before my relationship with my useless boyfriend. We had agreed not to meet very often, just in case I was tempted by his charms and by nostalgia. The sex had always been explosive with him.
Everything was innocent, to begin with even though he was looking more handsome than usual. His green jumper matched his eyes. As we ate a simple salad, I remember feeling quite proud of myself for not giving into temptation.
But that sensation didn’t last.
The point of no return arrived when we were having tea. I pulled the bandage down my leg to show my friend the scar from my operation. My bruised skin was sensitive and painful. It looked pretty scary after a week of continuous compression. My friend placed his hand down flat on my scar and said: ‘They’ve done a good job’.
Such a simple gesture meant so much to me at the time. My actual boyfriend had always made me feel unattractive. Yet here I was, ten days without a proper shower and despite my bruises, all of a sudden I was feeling beautiful again.
Before I knew it, we were kissing and it was obvious that it wasn’t going to end there. After a few moments, I pulled away and suggested going and get my vibrator from my bedroom. I thought we could relieve the sexual tension with a mutual masturbation session, but ‘to each their own’. Technically speaking, there would be no touching so I thought it wouldn’t count as infidelity.
After grabbing my favourite vibrator from my bedroom, we assumed our respective positions at opposite ends of the sofa, about to pleasure ourselves. He pulled his trousers down and proceeded to masturbate in front of me. I tried to concentrate on my own self-love, but after just a few minutes my friend stopped stroking his member.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. I need to shag you.’ He confessed.
He was right. This was ridiculous. Who were we fooling? I switched my vibrator off and told him where the condoms were in my bathroom and ordered him to get some. When he came back, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with desire as I drooled over his impressive cock that was pointing like a spear as he walked around my lounge. Thank God I hadn’t given a set of keys to my official boyfriend, I thought to myself.
I made myself comfortable on the sofa and as soon as he was inside me, I forgot about the pain of the stitches and just focused on my pleasure instead. Although I was being unfaithful, I didn’t feel guilty in the slightest. I needed this. So much so, that it didn’t take me long to reach my climax.
Even though there were still a few more days of discomfort to go as far as my knee was concerned, after my medical fetish shag, I felt as though I was well and truly healed.