- 6 years ago
- Wedding: October 2008
Don’t you love when you see your man do something or spring into action and you are just overcome with lust at the fact that he’s just such a strong, capable man??
Some context: Fiance went to the doctor today for a routine physical. He has had this really large/wide mole in the upper regions of where his pubic hair touches (for lack of a better way to describe it) that he wanted to get removed. Well, instead of freezing it off, they numbed the area and ended up cutting it off/out. He didn’t stop bleeding completely in the office, so they dressed it really tightly when they thought it had stopped enough and told him to keep pressure on it.
Fiance is an EMT and soon-to-be doctor and he LOVES first aid supplies (I’m saying…he has a huge first aid kit that has it’s own methodically categorized pseudo-backpack. I once left him in Target in the first aid aisle thinking he’d follow me…searching for him a half-hour later I found him in the exact same spot, only loaded down with every conceivable type of first aide dressing, or other accessory). He is the epitome of calm, collected, capable, and amazing under pressure. I’ve often wished I could see him in action “in the field” when he’s on a call. He’s also jumped in to traumas in the ER (he’s a cardiology tech right now before he starts med school, so some weeks he’s in the ED) doing chest compressions for 45 miutes because the med student down there couldn’t hang. I think of him being the kind of person who was just BORN to be in the action, saving lives, in charge, capable. But i’ve never seen it!
So, he goes to undress this huge laceration (and it literally is like, concave where they cut the mole out…it’s not good) and it starts bleeding profusely. Blood running down his…well, balls, actuallly…thighs, etc. Like, really really bleeding. He immediately starts calmly telling me exactly what he needs me to go get.
I come downstairs and he’s laying naked in the kitchen on his back, holding gauze on the wound and ripping open sterile packaging with his teeth. Sanitizing little tools he has and cleaning up the area, telling me to boil water and get him this idoine wipe or that sterile prep pad. All of this was calm and with one hand, as he methodically dressed his wound to perfection with one hand, all while lying on his back. Using Afrin to stop blood flow to the area (news to me!!) and other first aid tricks.
I just sat there handing him things and wiping up blood from the area thinking “wow, this is kind of hot that he’s just so…in control and manly and putting himself back together…with one hand”. Too bad the mole was in the location is was…it means he’s out of comission until it heals a bit because it was just such a turn on to just see him be so…in-charge-manly. To know he’s so capable and I’ll be in his strong, fearless, and capable hands if I were ever to be hurt or in need is comforting and so sexy to me. Blood doesn’t bother me at all, but if that happened to me I’d kinda stare at it and thinking in a panic “shit, what do I do now???”. But not him…he knows what to do and can do it one handed.
What have you seen your man do/does he do on a regular basis that reminds you that he’s…mmm..such a man??