S.E.X Steamy, Exciting and X rated

Wet Dreams

The rest of the day is uneventful. Not! Instead of having a relaxing day of talking with Justin I have an endless stream of doctors, Physical therapists, medication carts and insurance people getting me ready for transfer.

Usually I just have a boring day of sleeping, asking for my audio book and listening to a classic or podcast or watching some lame TV show the hospital has put on without asking me what I want to watch. I even have a night nurse who will regularly sneak in my room when I could not speak and watch whatever she wanted while I tried to sleep. I would often sleep during the day because of this, but that was fine as I really had nothing to do.

Not today. Rosa was packing my things and scowling at me, the doctors were checking my very buised skin that had started to heal as well as the incisions that littered my chest and legs. Nothing seemed infected, but I would be in casts for my legs and arms, the rest of my body would be bandaged lightly to make sure the wounds did not open up and start bleeding again. I was poked continuously, but none more so then my state appointted caretaker.

I would be tested for mental aquity to release me from state care. They were attempting to do so to reduce their level of care. I was fine with it from a legal point as it meant I was clear to make my own choices. However in doing so my insurance or my parents at any rate would take on my full care costs. The insurance company had now reviewed my parents policy upon there death and they are now asking double the premium costs due to my new and long term medical condition.

In short it was looking like medically induced poverty was now a very real possibility. I also have pain medications including opioids I was told I had a very real chance of getting addicted to as I would have to use them long term.

To be completely honest I understood as they were some of the only solutions that helped me feel better. I especially liked them for sleep as I would often dream of the toned and very handsome Justin rubbing my back and my breasts gently and smacking my butt gently.

The dream would always start with him coming in the room with my favorite body scrub a Lavender and sugar rub that made my pale skin glow. He would undress me and trail his fingers across my skin lightly as he prepared the hot water and play with my hair.

He would kiss me deeply in my mouth and kiss his way down my body gently pinching my n*****s.

Dream Justin would kiss and play all the way down to the palce no man had ever touched my c**t and suck gently telling me not to say a word or sound. To stay completely still as a doll would and that he was going to play for long hours with his new toy.

He sucked and licked me as if I was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he would never get enough. He would then wash and rub me down gently with the heat under my skin growing as my need did. He would tell me not to find my release and that my body, his toys body was only for his pleasure. He would make my body glow with the heat he created and I would wake up whimpering with a deep ache I could not satisfy.

The dream was so life like that I expected for Justin to be looking at my naked body and about to move his hand to my woman's core to test how wet I had become for my puppeteer. I wanted to be tied down and controlled that I would often try to force myself back into the dream. I would think of being a bad puppet or doll for moving on my own and that he would pull out rope to make sure I was immobile so he could play longer. That he would brush my hair and wash my face as if I was property to be cared for. He would care for me and get me all stringed up as if to get me ready for a visit or a show. These fantasys would fill my mind as I tried to stay asleep dreaming of the only good thing I wanted and needed.

I blamed the medication and often asked the doctor if odd dreams were a side effect of the medication. He would say it was not abnormal and ask if the dreams I had were violent. They were anything but most of the time with the exception of reliving the car crash.

I had really no one to ask about why I was having the dreams and the need I had kept me anxious and craving any touch that was more than clinical. I wanted people to leave me alone so that I could at least have my pleasuring dreams.

In this I had no luck, Rosa had also called a lawyer of hers to try to convince me a will was of the most importance and that Rosa had my best medical needs at heart. I stated I already had a lawyer and that I had already said I did not need Rosa to make my choices for me. Rosa was getting more upset with me and after her lawyer left she was roughly moving one of my broken legs and had grabbed it as she pretended to fall. It had hurt like the devil and Justin was outside and heard me scream in pain.

He came in and my leg was still in Rosa's grasp and standing. He asked her to get checked at the nurses station and that he would check with the doctor to see if there was further damage to the leg done.

Rosa looked shock and angry and pretended to limp from the room. I had no doubt that Rosa was fine and that she was just trying to punish me for defying her. It was now dinner time and it would be my last hour as Justin as my nurse. Tomorrow I would be off to rehab and transport would be here early around 9 am. I am told my recovery will be long by my doctor's and physical therapist. The problem is I am not sure Rosa will even let me recover and what my life will be like after I am as recovered as I can be.

The future without much support and without any direction is terrifying.