Sponge bath with an angel.

Dr. Warner stopped by today to tell me that everything is looking good. He expects I’ll be able to get out of bed by tomorrow and go home in the next few days. He also happens to be the doctor for the Points Club that I was supposed to see a few days ago, so he’s run all the tests for that and…I’m in!

Amy stops by every day to fill me in on what’s happening. The police took my statement yesterday, and it looks like Kevin will be going away for quite a while. I know Amy feels guilty, but heck, who knew the guy would go crazy like that. I’m just glad she wasn’t hurt.


I’ve had a lot of visitors from Points Club, giving me some great stories to write. I took lots of notes and had time to start one that Candy told me about. I’m hoping to get that out soon.

After everyone leaves, Nurse Vickie comes in to check on me. God, she’s gorgeous, and she does things to me that can be a bit embarrassing when you’re only wearing one of those backless hospital gowns.


“Sponge bath time, kiddo,” she says and I know I’m in trouble. She just pulls down the sheets and pulls up my gown and starts in. My soldier’s standing at full attention, and she’s working her way down to him.

“I hear you passed all your tests.” She’s smiling as she starts to drag the washcloth up and down and all around. She finishes the sponge bath and my member is pulsing like crazy.

She steps back and her eyes are on it as she pulls out her smartphone. “Two points?”

That’s when I realize she’s in the club. Thank God I’ve got three points available, because I really needed what she was offering. “Hell yes!”

Sexy doctor

She locks the door and slips out of her uniform. I’ve been thinking about her naked for the past two days, and now she is, and it’s even better than I imagined. “Now, let me do everything. You’re still not supposed to exert yourself.”

She takes my cock in her hot hand, and brings her lips right down on it. Oh man that feels good. Her tongue is doing things that just have to be illegal in some states.

She pulls up and off. “You taste so good, but if I’m paying, I want more than this.”

What the fuck? She’s paying me?

She climbs on the bed and straddles me, being careful of my stitches, then brings one of those incredible breasts right to my mouth. I reach up and pull it in. Her nipples are hard and ready, and as I suck and lick she guides my hand between her legs. She’s so wet.

“Now, no bucking. Doctor’s orders.” She moves down and positions herself over my throbbing cock. “Let me do all the work.”

God, and did she work it. It was so hard just laying there and letting it all happen, but in the end I think we both got what we wanted.

Afterwards I needed another sponge bath, which almost led to another round, but Vickie gave me a shot to make me drowsy.

“You need your sleep.” She bent over to pick up her clothes from the floor, and the last thing I remember is that beautiful ass of hers.

I woke up a few minutes ago, feeling rested and pretty good. I checked the Points club app on my phone and, son of a bitch, I now have five points.


Kevin (Part 2)

Amy just dropped off my laptop, smartphone and a change of clothes. The pain medication has dropped off a bit, so I can think straight again and hopefully stay awake long enough to finish this blog entry. Thank goodness this place has internet access.

Yup, I’m in the hospital.

The stitches in my side pulled and hurt like hell when I shifted enough to sit up. I should have called Vickie, my day nurse, to help, but I know she’s plenty busy, and I hate to bother her.


Yeah, Vickie’s something special. Even in my drug-induced haze, it’s hard not to notice her. She’s got gentle hands, dreamy eyes, and some pretty impressive cleavage that I can’t help but notice when she’s bending over me.

Anyway, I suppose you’re wondering how I got here.

It was right after I’d posted up my new short story, Alan’s Gambit. I heard hammering on the door across the hall, followed by an angry voice.

“Damn it, Amy, let me in.” I recognized the voice right away. Kevin, Amy’s ex-boyfriend.

Male Model

“Go away. You know you’re not supposed to be here.” Amy sounded frantic. “I’m calling the cops.” There’s a restraining order against Kevin to keep him away from Amy.

I was almost to my door when I heard the thump and crash in the hallway outside. “You think you’re so special, just ‘cause you got that pretty face.”

Amy’s scream filled the air, as I flung open my door to rush across the hall.

“Maybe your face won’t be so pretty when I’m done with ya.”

Kevin was advancing on Amy, and the fucker had a knife in his hand that I swear was a foot long. She’s screaming and backing away.

There’s no way I was letting him touch Amy. I jumped him and grabbed his wrist, to keep the knife out of play. We crashed to the floor and rolled around, knocking some furniture over, but he ended up on top of me. I hear Amy shouting.

“There’s a man here with a knife trying to kill me…” She must have called 911. She has a good head on her shoulders. (…and the rest of her’s not bad either.)

I knew I had to keep Kevin busy for a while, but he’s bigger than me, and stronger. I figured I was in trouble when I lost my grip on his wrist.

I managed to roll out from under him, and we tussled a bit more, smashing a table and lamp. Then I feel a slicing pain down the right side of my torso. My head reels and my arms lose all their strength. He’s sitting on top of me again and I see him raising the knife. His eyes are wild. I figure it’s all over.

Suddenly there’s a dull thunk, and  Kevin’s eyes cross. As he slides to the side, I see Amy towering over him, a chair leg in one hand and her cell phone in the other.

“And send an ambulance, quick…” was the last thing I heard her say before everything went black.

I woke up here, in a lot of pain. A doctor was stitching me up, and nurse Vickie was leaning over me, with that wonderful cleavage. It could have been worse.


Okay, yesterday sucked. I got next to nothing done, and it looks like I’m not getting anything done today. In any case, it’s going to take me a few more days to get my story out there. But it’s really not my fault.

The evening before, Amy and I had one of those nights. She came over and we talked and shared a bottle of wine. I guess she’s made some good connections and her modeling career is starting to take off. She was in a pretty good mood.

We’re still on a no-strings-attached basis and honestly, she made the first moves, but with a girl this good looking, it doesn’t take much to get my engine revving. She taught me a few moves that I will definitely be using in future stories. She stayed the night, and yesterday morning was just as fantastic.

(Note to self: Buy more condoms)

Anyway, she left about eleven, to get ready for an afternoon shoot, and I settled down in front of my computer to get some work done.

It wasn’t a half hour later, a loud thumping on her door across the hall disturbed my writing.

“Amy, I know you’re in there babe. Open up.” The thick, masculine voice was just slightly slurred. Someone had been drinking before noon, and it wasn’t me.

“Go away, Kevin. Leave me alone.” Amy’s voice was strained. I wondered if this wasn’t the jerk that had hurt her.

“Open up Babe. I just wanna talk.” He pounded once again.

I stood and went to my front door to look through the peephole.

“No you don’t. You’ve been drinking. I can hear it in your voice. Go away!” There was a hint of fear in Amy’s voice.

The guy was big. Broad shoulders and a husky build. I couldn’t see his face, but his dishwater blond hair hung down to the middle of his back. He wore a leather jacket and black jeans.

“Do you want me to break this door down?” The guy shook his fist at the door, and started to size it up. It looked like he was getting ready to hit it with his shoulder.

“Go away, Kevin, or I’m calling the police. I mean it.”

I’d had enough. I yanked open my door to confront him.

“Hey! The lady said, go away!”

He turned toward me and I was a bit taken aback. This guy was classic, romance-cover, beefcake pumped. He wasn‘t wearing a shirt under the leather jacket, and I have to tell you, he was ripped. I’m no slouch, but this guy had to work out for a living. His dark eyes glowered as he spun to face me, and he bared a perfect set of ivory-white teeth as he growled at me. With his long hair, the guy had the whole Fabio thing going for him, and I guessed he was a model, like Amy.

Quite frankly, if I hadn’t hated his guts at that moment, I would have asked him to pose for a cover of a book. Hell, I’d write the story around him, it would probably sell like crazy with him on the cover.

“Stay out of this, idiot, or someone is gonna get hurt.”

Well, he was right about that, but I wasn’t backing down. I folded my arms and stood my ground. “You leaving, or what?”

He started to throw a punch, but I ducked under it, tackling him around the waist and taking him to the hallway floor. He thumped me a couple of times on the back, and rung my bell once with a good shot to my left ear, but I stayed in close, so he couldn’t use the advantage of his larger size and longer reach.

We scuffled for a while, I don’t really know how long. When you’re in the middle of something like that, time kind of suspends. Suddenly some big hands are pulling me off him.

“Break it up!” The hallway is full of uniforms.

I raise my hands and back away, but Kevin takes another poke at me. The cops wrestle him to the ground and cuff him.

Anyway, we spend most of the rest of the day down at the police station. They get my statement and release me, but I stay because Amy looks like hell. There’re cops and lawyers taking to her, something about a restraining order, and I can tell she needs a friend. I put my arm around her and she snuggles in. “I’m so sorry.”

I give her a hug. “I’m just glad I was there.”

Well, by the time we get back to my place, we definitely need more wine. She opens up about this guy, and basically he’s just a jerk. He’d been playing with her affections, cheating on her, and just overall treating her badly. When she broke it off, he went a bit ballistic. It’s no wonder Amy’s not looking for another relationship right now.

She stayed the night, but nothing really happened. It’s not the type of event that leads to epic sex. Still, we snuggled all night, and that feels pretty good sometimes, too.

She just left, and I don’t really feel like working today, so I figure I’ll just update my blog. I’m a little sore, and have some wonderful purpling bruises. It’s a good day to curl up with a good book, and a bottle of wine.