Naughty Nurses Novels & Stories

She groaned. I worked at one of the hugest trauma centers in New York City as a trauma nurse.Which means that luckily for me, I got to deal with all the fun things like people getting shot, car accidents, drug overdoses. Not fun for the people experiencing these problems but for me, it was entertaining and fun. Fun to see these people get better, fun to tend to people’s wounds. I think I had a natural calling for nursing. Or maybe it was because my mother was a nurse, and this was the only way I could feel connected with her.

As we turned to leave, my stepmom walked into the corridor. "There you are, nurse Tina. I was told you wanted to see me." She said, ignoring me. "I was just telling your daughter that someone should be here with the patient on standby ma'am." Nurse Tina replied curtly. "I thought I left him in your care, why was no one with him?" I demanded as we followed nurse Tina. She raised her eyebrows. "Good morning to you too Amelia." "Why was he alone? Where were you?" She raised her hand dismissively. "I was so tired yesterday, I had to quickly take care of some things."

I had a few feet to cover before I could get to my room, but I didn't wait to cover them before I started taking off my dress shirt; no sleep for close to twenty-four hours could do that to a man. I pushed open my door and threw the shirt on the back of the antique chair close to the door, not stopping, in my desperation to hit the bed and shut down. I yanked back the covers only to see the nanny of my children, with nothing but her birthday suit on, smiling up at me like she wanted to eat me up. My first reaction was to rub my eyes, since I wasn't with my glasses, testing my eyes to see if I was seeing things correctly. She smirked before slowly going on her knees, rubbing her hand back and

"What's there to fight over sanitary pads? Isn't there a convenience store? Are you sure they were two handsome guys and not two big, perverted, creepy men?" The nurse only started her shift at 6:30 in the evening, so she didn't see what happened this afternoon. She could only piece together the complete picture from her colleagues' enthusiastic descriptions. "How could they be creepy men? She even took a photo. I'll show you. She was afraid of being caught while taking the picture, so it's blurry, but you can see their faces. Don't say anything, but he looks somewhat similar to the handsome guy with the patient in Room 18... That man is handsome. I'll go measure the patient's temperature la

His, clearly. Because mine only involves me and him…naked and tangled up together. Yet standing across the room from us are three others. Count them… Three others. Two beautiful women with long blonde hair and large breasts and killer figures. And one light-toned African American male who is…an Adonis unto himself. They’re all naked, sooo, naturally…. I can put one and three together. I slide my glance toward Jameson—dressed in his impeccable tux—and deduce he’s keen on watching what comes of this foursome. Apparently, voyeurism is his form of participation.

She pushed her way in, unbuttoning her coat to reveal a white nurse's outfit underneath. Seeing her beautiful legs in black stockings, my desire surged instantly.

someone behind me half-whispered, I turned and found two nurses talking with each other, “that the father of one of the pups in the nursery isn’t really the father?” “Really?” The other nurse asked. “Really,” the first nurse confirmed. “When the pup came out, it didn’t look like its father. Do you know who it looks like?” “Who?” The other nurse asked. “The pup looks like the father’s best friend.” “Oh my god,” the other nurse exclaimed. “Then what happened?” An alarm sounded, and the first nurse sighed before telling the other nurse that she would tell her later after their shift. I didn’t know that those kinds of things happen in real life, but at the same time, it got me thinking about som

1 MIRA I stepped into the private ward, the dim light casting soft shadows over the room as David, my patient, laid sound asleep. As a nurse, I was supposed to heal, not lust after the bodies I tended to. But my heart raced as it always did when I was alone with David. It had been so fucking long since anyone had touched me—months, maybe a year? Or even Longer? David was the first man and his dick… oh, fuck, his dick was the only one I’d seen in what felt like forever.

Kayla always had nice corporate wear but going to her right now…when I wasn't sure if the job would end in her discouraging me not to go, it looked like a scam. $20,000 monthly? That's basically the entire money needed for my dad's surgery, what organization would pay that high for a private nurse if it wasn't a scam? I could already hear Kayla snapping at me for wanting to fall prey to this, but the thing is…the site I applied from, it seemed legit…I wouldn't know if I didn't try. I slumped on my bed, counting the ceiling. What to do, how to sneak into Kayla's place without her notice, or what lie could I tell her…she'd figure me out anyway.

Marigold was silent when Jonas asked why she was there. When Sela told Jonas to drive slowly because the girl's wound was bleeding again, Jonas insisted to send the girl in OneCare hospital first. At the hospital, they found two nurses who were supposed to take care of Marigold gossiping: "Yes! They look perfect, they really looks match" "But... The woman is a little old, I saw her record. But fortunately she's a beauty." Jonas knocked on the table infront of the two nurse. "Are you just going to gossip over there? This is a hospital, not a market."