A man and his stiffy

I tend to say and do the strangest things after a really busy overnight on-call at the hospital. In that groggy, inebriated state, I tend to lose all sense of inhibition afterwards - kinda like a guy on hypno-sedatives.

Looking back on my last post, I am tempted to withdraw what I said or perhaps run it through a strict censor - and I just might in a day or two, after a few moment's reflection. In case you don't see my last post, it's about me, a cute patient's incredible bubble-butt and my rampant erection. Before you jump to any wrong conclusions, my erection didn't come anywhere near that near irresistible bubble-butt - although several lewd and graphic images did flash past the X-rated porn screen in my head. However with my strict code of ethics, I don't fraternize or indulge in amoral behaviour with my patients, no matter how sexy or attractive they might be. I know I never will either.

Even Chris Evans and his amazing abs would be safe from my groping hands if he were to come in as my patient. But he'd better watch out once he's discharged from my care. :)

On the wild chance that he might read it online one of these days since he's an avid net surfer, I confessed the entire embarassing tale to my ISO when he came over to wake me for lunch. On principle though I had to bitch at him since my hair was standing on end, there were heavy bags under my eyes and I felt as if someone had stuffed cotton in my mouth - and he was right there looking hale, hearty and sexy in a tank top.

Over noodles and lime juice, he told me again that I needed to get laid. According to Dr ISO's diagnosis, one good fuck against the wall would do the trick. I declined the thoughtful offer.

Dammit. He's right.