The Secret Desires of a Night Shift Nurse

I work as a nurse.
It might sound idealistic, but I chose this profession because I wanted to help people.
I wasn't smart enough to become a doctor, so I became a nurse.

The job of a nurse is more challenging than I imagined.
People say it's tough, and it really is.
Night shifts disrupt my hormones, and my lifestyle doesn't align with the general public, so I don't have many opportunities to meet people.

It's mostly doctors or male nurses...

The hardest part of this job for me is... to be honest, it's my sexual desire.
My female friends say their libido increases before their period, and they feel like "anyone will do," but for me, it happens every time I have a night shift.

I've never told anyone.
I feel it's somewhat improper to talk about my libido.
(I'm not saying my female friends are improper!)

Night shifts are quite boring.
Sometimes there are consecutive nurse calls, but generally, it's quiet.
After lights out, I often have too much time on my hands.
Night shifts are exhausting, but there's not much to do.

During such times, I actively check on male patients.
When I open the curtain, there are patients making strange movements, or exposing themselves...
It's not a joke, they really exist.

Sometimes I feel disgusted.
But sometimes, I feel aroused.

(I want a man...)

It's embarrassing, but sometimes I feel a heat inside me.

(I want to touch, to taste, to have him inside me...)

I feel this way sometimes.
Since I don't have a man in my personal life, my attention turns to the patients.
It's not that I'm in love with them, I just want a man.

But I can't just jump on a patient.
It would be harassment, and losing my job over something like that would mean losing everything I've worked for.

I can't become an animal.

So, I bring a personal massager to the hospital.
I use it in the bathroom during the night shift.
My fantasy involves the patients.
Hard and veined...
I imagine taking him in my mouth and savoring him.
Gently licking the tip...

I sit on the toilet, lowering my uniform pants halfway.
I lower my underwear too.
Then I massage my chest over my uniform.
The fabric is stiff, so I slip my hand inside to touch directly.
My nipples are erect, and my chest feels hot.
While massaging with one hand, I use the other to apply the massager.
When it touches my clitoris, I almost make a sound.
I bite my lip to hold back.
My hips twitch, and my hand gets wet.

I imagine inserting the patient inside me, moving my hips.
The hand that was on my chest moves down, and I insert my middle finger.
It's wet, so it slides in easily.
I stir inside with my finger.
The sound of my juices makes me worry someone might hear, so I press the sound button with the hand holding the massager.

I apply the massager again, feeling close to climax.
I bite my molars, pressing the massager against me.

"Mmm..." I let out a sound, furrowing my brow...

And then, I float away, reaching climax.

After a while, I put the massager back in my pocket and leave the stall.
I wash my hands and see my flushed face in the mirror.
My eyes are moist... it's embarrassing.

Then, I continue my rounds.
It's nerve-wracking to interact with patients with the massager still in my pocket.

Even nurses are human, and as a woman, it's natural to have desires, but I keep it a secret from those around me.