After two failed marriages, Avery Walker is encouraged by her therapist to explore her secret obsession. She can't get off without fantasizing about submitting to intimate examinations--performed by a hot female nurse. When she joins a medical fetish website, she expects to find a partner who'll provide a little probing and maybe some sexual release to help Avery get in touch with her kinky side.
Then she meets Nurse Lovette...
The consummate professional, Darby Lovette is determined to keep her relationship with Avery one of nurse and patient--nearly impossible when the gorgeous woman is on the exam table, willingly submitting to unspeakably intimate "procedures". The fact that she's loved and lost helps Darby maintain her resolve; falling in love isn't part of her treatment plan. But Avery's determination to explore sex with a woman just might be the cure for what ails them both.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Nurse Lovette by Paisley Smith
Avery Walker pushed her untouched pastry away. She couldn't have swallowed even if she'd been hungry. Today, not even the soothing scent of fresh-ground coffee and cinnamon buns could quiet her nerves. Today, she was meeting Darby Lovette in person for the first time.
Today, she was facing--and sharing--her darkest, most taboo fantasies.
Encouraged by her therapist, Avery had joined a fetish dating website. After two failed marriages to men, she had very reluctantly decided it might be time to confront her secret desires head on, to see if her therapist was right about the fact that fear was the only thing keeping her from having a real relationship. She'd signed up under the moniker Model Patient Seeks Nurse and had anonymously detailed the particulars of her fetish.
Avery had studied enough psychology in college to know a fetish like hers could drive a wedge between fantasy and real intimacy. How could it possibly help to bring her closer to anyone?
And a stranger at that?
The bell over the coffee shop door sounded and Avery looked up just as said stranger walked in.
Clad in sky-blue scrubs and with her blonde hair done up in an untidy knot on the back of her head, Darby didn't look at all like what Avery had expected. Instead, Darby looked normal.
Wild panic surged. Avery had never admitted her "playing doctor" fantasies out loud to anyone except her therapist. And while the therapist had assured her such fantasies were common, and in fact, quite normal, Avery couldn't believe it.
And yet years of unsatisfying sex with two husbands and a slew of boyfriends had driven her to this meeting. Slowly, she gained her feet and tried to force a smile as Darby glanced around the coffee shop. When their gazes met, Darby's face brightened. She gave a little wave before going to the counter to get coffee.
Avery watched her. Fresh-faced and seemingly carefree, Darby didn't look like a fetish freak. What would drive a woman like this to participate in medical-fetish kink?
Avery's pulse skittered as Darby sweetened her coffee and then headed for the table.
"You must be Avery," she greeted, as if they were meeting at a social function instead of for a fetish hook-up.
Darby juggled her purse and coffee cup and extended her hand. Avery shook it firmly, surprised by the little jolts of electric current running through her already at the other woman's touch. Even given her initial attraction, she still doubted herself in coming here. How could she go through with this?
Living out her fantasies. What on earth had she been thinking?
They both sat and a steep moment of awkward silence ensued.
"So...you've never done this before?" Darby asked as she hung her purse on the back of her chair.
"No." Now that the ice had been broken, mild relief washed through Avery. "I'm...I'm not even sure I want to."
"That's a pretty normal reaction." Darby smiled then sipped her coffee. "I'll tell you a little bit about me. Not too much though, because I think familiarity can tend to spoil the fantasy. Especially at first."
"I can see how that could happen." The one time Avery had tried anything akin to role-playing with her first husband, it had just seemed corny. Besides, in her fantasies, the doctors and nurses were always women.
"I've been in nursing for nearly ten years. I love helping people. I love being there for people and, most of all, the feeling of being needed," Darby explained. "In all kinds of ways."
The meaningful look emanating from Darby's blue eyes made Avery's clit ignite. "So I take it you've had other...partners."
"I experimented with some of my girlfriends over the years but they accepted it mostly because tequila was involved." Darby let out a self-deprecating laugh. "But my last girlfriend...she...uh...she left when things became too familiar."
Obviously, Darby had invested more in the relationship than her partner. She blinked several times as if trying to ward off tears and then she inhaled and became all business once more. "So, as I told you in my email, I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm looking to satisfy your needs as well as my own. No strings attached."
"After two divorces, I'm right there with you," Avery said.
Darby's head tilted slightly. "That's right. You've never been with a woman before, have you?"
Avery's stomach clenched. "Not really. I fooled around with friends in high school. You know, practicing for boys and all. Even then I knew I found women attractive but I was too scared to act on it. I guess the bottom line is I'm a hot mess."
Some of Avery's tension melted when Darby laughed.
She turned and reached into her bag, producing a piece of paper. "I believe I already told you I have the room and all the equipment. Marissa and I were together for two years--" Darby stopped and sighed before she pushed the paper and a pen across the table. "Many of my medical supplies are especially made for the fetish. I'll show you each one before I use it. I have a list of the procedures I'm willing to perform. Check off the ones you'll accept and then we'll schedule your first appointment. I like to keep it as official as possible."
"Yes, yes. I want that too," Avery said as she peered down at the list. Her insides tangled. Some of the procedures, as Darby called them, seemed benign enough. Taking the temperature--although anally was in parentheses--blood pressure, height and weight. But farther down the list, breast exam, manual vaginal exam, pelvic exam with use of a speculum, pelvic ultrasound, manual rectal exam with and without a speculum...
Avery's heart pounded so hard she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. Her vision glazed and she blinked to focus. A note at the end of the long list stated that punishment and sexual reward was available if the patient desired. Avery gulped. She hadn't even told her therapist she fantasized about some of these things.
But she did.