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Unconventional Desires - part 1
You’re a nurse at a retirement home, and your patients are like family to you. You spend your days administering medication, checking vitals, and engaging in friendly conversation with the residents. As you go about your routine, you can’t help but feel a pang of longing for something more in your life. I love my job here, but sometimes I feel like I need something more… you think to yourself.
One resident, in particular, catches your eye: Mr. Grant Dawson, a retired detective with a weathered face and graying hair. His piercing blue eyes hold a wisdom that comes from years of experience, and his quiet confidence is both reassuring and intriguing. As you administer his medication one day, your eyes meet, and you can’t help but smile warmly at him.
“How are you feeling today, Mr. Dawson?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Better now that I see you,” he replies with a wink.
You feel your cheeks flush as you continue with your duties, but you can’t help but notice the way his gaze follows you around the room.
During your break, you confide in a colleague about your growing attraction to Mr. Dawson. “I don’t know, there’s just something about him that draws me in…” you say, expressing your concerns about the age gap between you.
Your colleague smiles and says, “Age is just a number. If you feel a connection with him, why not explore it?”
Encouraged by her words, you decide to take a chance and see where this attraction leads.
As the days go by, your bond with Mr. Dawson deepens. You find yourself seeking him out during your shifts, and he seems just as eager to spend time with you. One day, while sitting together in a quiet corner of the retirement home, he confides in you about his gerontophilia and his desire to experience intimacy with someone younger.
“You know, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before…” he says, gazing at you longingly.
Your heart races as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You look away, blushing, unsure of how to respond.
As you enter Mr. Dawson’s room, you notice him watching you intently. His gaze makes you feel both flattered and uncomfortable. You try to focus on your task at hand – providing care for the retired detective – but his eyes keep drawing you in.
‘You seem distracted today,’ Mr. Dawson says, breaking the silence. ‘Is everything okay?’
You hesitate before answering, unsure of how much to share. ‘I’m just a bit tired,’ you say finally, hoping he won’t press further.
But he does. ‘Tired from work or tired from thinking about something else?’ His voice is gentle but probing.
Your heart races as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You look away, blushing, unsure of how to respond.
Mr. Dawson clears his throat and changes the subject. ‘Would you like to play a game of chess?’ he asks, gesturing towards the board set up on the small table in the corner of the room.
You nod, grateful for the distraction. As you sit down across from him, your knees almost touching under the table, you can’t help but notice how close you are. The air feels charged with electricity as you both focus on the game.
The first few moves are made in silence, each of you lost in thought as you strategize your next steps. But as the game progresses, you find yourself becoming more and more aware of Mr. Dawson’s presence. His fingers brush against yours as he reaches for a piece, sending a shiver down your spine.
The game becomes more intense as your desire for one another builds. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, and it takes all your self-control not to look up and meet his gaze. Instead, you concentrate on the chessboard, trying to keep your mind focused on the game.
As you reach out to make a move, your hand accidentally brushes against Mr. Dawson’s chest. You feel something rough beneath your fingertips and look down to see a scar – a remnant of his time as a detective. Without thinking, you trace the scar with your finger, feeling its contours and the raised skin beneath your touch.
Mr. Dawson catches his breath, his eyes locked on yours. In that moment, you both realize that your connection runs deeper than just physical attraction. There’s a shared understanding between you – a bond forged through your experiences and the stories you’ve shared with one another.
Slowly, Mr. Dawson leans forward and cups your face in his hands. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks as he pulls you towards him. Your heart races in anticipation as you close your eyes and feel his lips brush against yours. The kiss is soft and tender at first, but it quickly deepens as your desire for one another takes over.
As you break apart, both of you are breathless. Mr. Dawson’s gaze holds yours, and you can see the passion and longing reflected in his eyes. ‘I want to explore this,’ he says, his voice barely a whisper. ‘But I don’t want to rush things. I want us to get to know each other better first.’
You nod, understanding what he means. You both need time to adjust to these new feelings and figure out where they might lead. For now, it’s enough to know that there’s something special between you – a connection that goes beyond the physical.
With one last passionate kiss, you both agree to take things slow and see where this journey takes you. As you leave Mr. Dawson’s room, your heart is full of hope and anticipation for what the future might hold.