wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert
I was dating a nursing student, and he helped clean my road rash after a really bad skateboarding fall, I'm talking concussion, and broken wrist, with massive chunks of skin on my arms missing. He brought me into the shower with him and washed all the road debris out of my wounds. I was in agonizing pain while he disinfected and dressed all my wounds when we got out of the shower, fat droplets of water dripping off us onto the bathroom tile. By the last bandaid, he took a step back and I asked why the hell he had half an erection with my seared flesh at his fingertips. He got so embarrassed and denied it walking his chub out of the room leaving me equal parts confused and turned on
