One of my favorite things to do has always been to put on the scrubs I bought from the Salvation Army and hit the hospital. I love the halls that hold the terminally ill, the ones that have the bio hazard signs on the doors, the rooms that are high risk to enter and the halls that smell of rotting flesh while the feeling of despair hangs in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I would often sit in the corner of the room after turning off the morphine drip, waiting for the extreme pain to hit so that I can rub out a good hard orgasm as I listen to them moan in agony. There are a couple of rooms that have great nooks that I can hide in. Those particular rooms are used to perform medical procedures that aren’t generally performed in a normal room. I have been able to witness several invasive procedures in these rooms that not only brought me great pleasure but gave me intense material to share with others on medical fetish phone sex calls. One time especially comes to mind. When I walked into his room the smell of rotting flesh was so strong that it almost made me gag. And I don’t gag easy. I pulled back the sheet and saw a huge chunk of flesh that was swollen, red and infected. i knew the flesh was deteriorating from the inside out. I heard the footsteps and backed into my hiding place and as I watched the doctor inject the Novocaine my heart sunk. Why do they do this? I kept watching and when I saw the scalpel sink into the skin, I felt the moisture begin to build in my panties. Watching the spewing puss and chunks of flesh, the stench that the infection produced when released, all served to stir the darkness inside me and I started to cum. I had to cover my mouth to stop the moan of pleasure as the primal orgasm escaped my cunt. Medical fetishes are so complex……
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