Nurse Goldilocks Takes the Bull by the Horn

Nurse Goldilocks Takes the Bull by the Horn

     Her soft blonde demure belies her bio-synthesizer profession with her nurse’s bedside manner. She is about to scan my male wand when to her surprise my elegant manhood stands already unzipped and ready for her touch to enhance my endowment. But her Goldilocks grin is a bashful reprise of girlhood. Her downward look is one of a blushing maiden not a seasoned professional. “Oh, my, your fly is already undone.”  
     “Sorry, does that bother you?”  
     “Not at all, saves me the task.”  
      “The tone of your voice tells me something different.”  
     “Well, I am a control freak. I like to be in charge from start to finish. But really, I almost wonder why you want this procedure. Though you aren’t the most majestic I’ve seen, you make up for it with robustness.”  
     “There is always room for improvement, even with what at first glance may appear more than adequate.”  
     She replies, “Of that I am sure. I almost feel jealous of whatever woman will be the beneficiary of my work. So please send in your evaluation form to let me know what the results are.”  
     “Would you like to test drive your work?”  
     “You are kidding me.”  
     “Well yes, I am married. Sorry to get your hopes up.”  
     “You have apologized much too much. Now part your legs big boy.”  
     But her modest moment quickly turns into her fondling me in the clasp of her ladyfingers. Her modesty is discarded with the ease of a woman who loves her job.  
     She is a heaven-sent angel who knows that my rod must be measured in its heat-seeking fullness for the clone sock to fit snugly. My goldenrod is an invitation she is ready to accept with the steady roll of her fingers on my crystallization.  
     The sensors on her fingertips are epidermal implants ready to perform a miracle to turn a tatter tot into an Idaho potato large enough to impress even her who has seen many in her time while she kneels with the religiosity of an idol worshipper who found her God.  
     Nurse Goldilocks says, “Give me a few minutes to recalibrate your scan. I think there was a glitch in the reading.”  
     “I may need manual stimulation to keep it up.”  
     She replies, “Mr. John, you needn’t worry. I have years of experience in my field.”