I met the nurse through a mutual friend. Our first date was at a coffee shop where we talked until it closed. I said goodbye in the parking lot and turned to leave. She called out to me, asking, “aren’t you going to kiss me?” so naturally I turned around kissed her. The kiss felt like fireworks, kisses I’d only heard about and kisses I thought were fake. I was horribly desperate and lonely at that time and she probably knew that but our chemistry was real. She was (is) incredibly smart and it intimidated me in a good way. We had a couple of dates in the few months we knew each other. She was busy and had other lovers; she should have as many as she wanted. One of them was a prolific latex creator and the last time we saw each other was at his house. The nurse caged me for a while, then secured me to a Saint Andrew’s cross and whipped me thoroughly. I experienced many things for the first time that night and it was rapture. Afterwards she washed me in a rain shower and I could barely speak. I was weak then and didn’t know how to dedicate myself to her, which I consider one of my worst failures. She has a key to a room in my heart.

















