Not even necrotizing fasciitis could stop my sex drive

Five consecutive weeks; a month and five days; 36 straight days i've been in the hospital, transferred from intensive care to stepdown to the nunnery and then in the middle of the night transferred to a general hospital to rest and recover.

I've had my entire pectoralis cut out, tubes run through me and then pulled out and CT scans and more tubes to drain an abscess, i've nearly died here, and there, and not once, or twice, but i've fought for my life enough times to count on two hands.

My Tumblr shows me all kinds of things, and with little to do but recover i watch post after post of political upheaval, and shemale dominance, and cute stories about the gods, and only the best sissification memes, and photos of the wilderness and architecture.

When it gets late at night, and all the visitors have gone home, and the nurses cloister at the nursing station, i touch myself through my panties, my hand slipped under my hospital gown, and i trace the contours of my sex as if it was a vulva, rubbing in circles at first gently, and then harder, and then faster.

I run my fingers up and down the bit of skin that peeks out the sides of my panties, and it feels electric. I cup the whole of my sex through my underwear just to feel the gentle pressure; and then i'm tracing circles again, my legs parting wide, my breath hitching until i'm moaning - footsteps (!) a nurse? Once in awhile it is, and I sheepishly stop, my body concealed by the blanket I drape over me - and other times the footsteps pass, and i exhale a sigh of relief, and trace circles, and trace, and trace, until i've felt enough pleasure that i feel satisfied.

I'm hooked up to the drainage tube until after the weekend, and then there'll be more tests. It'll be a long time before i'm well again. Until i get back to my Magic Wand, that delivers me mind-blowing orgasms, i keep myself revved up. My sexuality is constant.

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