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Part One
Love and Sex at the Nursing Home
Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction, only loosely based on reality. None of the characters are real nor did any of the sexual antics take place except in my very active imagination. One or two actually happened but I will never reveal which ones.
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Mimi Sensuelle, former stripper and pole dancer, arrived at Loving Hearts Care Center, aka “nursing home”, on an ambulance gurney on March 18, 2024 at 2 p.m. Even though she was weak and not her usual energetic self, she enjoyed flirting with her two adorable paramedics, both young enough to be her grandsons. She was amused to see that the one attending her could not completely hide a boner he got from their banter.
Mimi was on her way from Mission Community Hospital to continue recovering from a year of homelessness in Santa Barbara and Los Angeles. She planned to stay for about two months before moving into a Section 8 subsidized condo near the beach.
Lavendar Hospital Gown
Mimi was delighted to see so many attractive people on staff at Loving Hearts, both men and women. She knew instinctively that some of them were bisexual like herself escort and that some of the rest liked women, whatever pronouns they currently claimed.
Her hope was confirmed when, instead of a white, green or blue hospital gown, she was issued a lavender one. “This is going to be fun!” she thought. “Maybe nursing homes are not so bad.”
She was wheeled to her room where she changed into her gown, peed in her bathroom, brushed her teeth, and transferred to her bed where she fell into a delicious sleep until she was gently awakened and wheeled to the dining hall.
Dinner — Meeting Vincente
A staff person delivered her tray to her table. Oh my. He was a gorgeous hunk of African American beef.
“Here you go, darling.”
“Thanks sweetie. This looks almost as delicious as you.”
Mimi enjoyed watching her attendant squirm a little.
“Now, now. Behave. You don’t want me to get fired, do you?”
“Of course not. How would I ever get to… know you then?”
“And how would I get to… know you?”
Mimi noticed Vincente’s scrub pants tent, giving a veiled promise of an enormous cock.
“Mmmmmmmm. Luckily, I will always escort bayan be discreet and make sure you keep your job.”
“Thank you lady.”
“You’re more than welcome. By the way, my name is Mimi. What’s yours?”
“Mr. Johnson.”
Mimi giggled. “No. I mean your real name.”
“It is Vincente.”
“May I call you Vinnie?”
“Yes, ma’am. My friends call me that.”
“Thank you for everything, Vinnie. For all the eye candy you’re giving me now and for all the hard candy later.”
“You’re most welcome, my lady.”
“Mmmmmmmm…. my lady. I like the sound of that. So possessive!”
“I am not possessive, Lady. I believe we all should be free to love and pleasure whomever we choose.”
“A man after my own heart! And pussy.”
“Later for that. I must go now!”
“Goodbye, my love.”
Spoiler Alert: Russian playwright Anton Chekhov said that if a character carries a gun onstage in the first act of a play, it must be used by the end of the story. I extend the meaning of “gun” to include any phallic object.
Dessert: Meeting Rinaldo
Mimi noticed a scruffy looking man wheeling up next to her at the table. bayan escort On second look, he had nice eyes, a terrible haircut and a wicked grin.
“Hi, Gorgeous. I’m Rinaldo. What’s your name.”
“I bet you say that to all the old ladies. I’m Mimi, Gorgeous Mimi to you.”
“Pleased to meet you, Gorgeous Mimi. What’s for dinner?”
“It’s great. I see someone bringing yours now. Roast chicken, steamed vegetables, roll with butter and chocolate pudding for dessert.”
“Sounds great but you got one thing wrong.”
“What’s that?”
“The dessert is not chocolate pudding.”
“Yes it is. I just ate mine.”
“That was just foreplay. The real dessert is me.”
“Sounds like a fancy way to ask for a blowjob.”
“Damn! Am I that transparent?”
“Yup.”
They both laughed. Round One, banter, tie score.
Rinaldo’s food was put on the table in front of him.
Rinaldo’s visual appraisal matched Mimi’s description.
“Looks good.”
“It is.” Mimi unlocked her wheelchair and started to roll out. “I’m going outside. I hope you’ll join me for your real dessert.”
“Pussy?”
Mimi laughed. This guy was as outrageous as she was.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I was thinking about some light banter to see if we actually like each other.
“I already like you.”
“Good to know. I’ll give you my vote after we talk.”
[To be continued]