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What is FWB?
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Friends With Benefits!
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oh! duh!
LOL
btw, I was actually thinking about writing a story with an EMT. I had been thinking of doing one with a nurse... but that is so cliche.
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its called a paramedic elsewhere.
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Mostly depends on who your talking to with paramedic or EMT, the people in the medical feild call them EMT and everyone else mostly calls them paramedics or ambulance guys. 
As for in the ambulance, probably not when picked up, later on having a relationship could happen, but they are pretty professional people. Besides the stuff they see in those ambulances doesn't really make doing sex in an ambulance that easy.
Anyway, i could see this happening between two strangers say a couple get into a fight, cops are called he or she get hauled off to jail and the EMT's drop by to check out the remaining half of the couple. Sparks fly and one or both EMT stay behind to offer some physical consolation.
The other option would be not terribly conducive to an erotic tale, as in it would entail an EMT coming home to wife/girlfriend/husband/boyfriend and talking about their day leading to consolation sex type thing. Can't really call an EMT's busy day erotic, or well much of anything besides incredibly unerotic.
Course you could always ask Seacat, he's a nurses assistant or whatever they are called now if not that, he mentioned once but I forget. He I am sure would know way more about what EMT's go through than most anyone else around here.
As for in the ambulance, probably not when picked up, later on having a relationship could happen, but they are pretty professional people. Besides the stuff they see in those ambulances doesn't really make doing sex in an ambulance that easy.
Anyway, i could see this happening between two strangers say a couple get into a fight, cops are called he or she get hauled off to jail and the EMT's drop by to check out the remaining half of the couple. Sparks fly and one or both EMT stay behind to offer some physical consolation.
The other option would be not terribly conducive to an erotic tale, as in it would entail an EMT coming home to wife/girlfriend/husband/boyfriend and talking about their day leading to consolation sex type thing. Can't really call an EMT's busy day erotic, or well much of anything besides incredibly unerotic.
Course you could always ask Seacat, he's a nurses assistant or whatever they are called now if not that, he mentioned once but I forget.
He I am sure would know way more about what EMT's go through than most anyone else around here.or if you wanna do non-consent...
A girl was in a car accident. She finds out that she can't move, but she can feel things and her voice is hoarse and tiny from screaming for help. The EMT takes advantage of it in the ambulance? Or hospital? Or, waits all together and gets her when she goes home in a wheelchair? (He had remembered her address when he checked her wallet.)
A girl was in a car accident. She finds out that she can't move, but she can feel things and her voice is hoarse and tiny from screaming for help. The EMT takes advantage of it in the ambulance? Or hospital? Or, waits all together and gets her when she goes home in a wheelchair? (He had remembered her address when he checked her wallet.)
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Taking advantage of a helpless patient? I shudder at the EMT in your area.
EMT/rescue respond to all kinds of calls, an not even necessarily if someone calls an ambulance. In fact, it's actually common for women to call the fire department to get "rescued" by the hunky, confident hero. (Likewise common for guys to pretend to be injured so girls go all "awww, you poor thing" and take care of him 
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Anyway, if you want a more complex, "deep" story: say, an apartment setting, wherein resides a freshly hired EMT. He's somewhat introverted, afflicted somewhat with what he sees every day. He works the night shift, because he likes the relative solitude of the streets; and sleeps during the day. In the evening, the atmosphere of the low-rent apartments seeps under his door. The creaking of footsteps, the waifs of cheap food, the banging and yelling of people trapped under the weight of unpaid bills. He tries to escape to fantastic worlds through the bookpages.
One evening his rest is disturbed by an urgent rapping on the door. The neighbor on the floor below is having a fit, will he help? With a heavy sigh he leaves his bright shining world and trudges down the stairs. It's a dilapidated apartment; smeared walls and overcrowded. And on a small bed in a shared room a girl twists and screams, held to the coverlet by worried family. A few minutes later he is able to relieve the concerned onlookers that it's just a panic attack, but that she should see a doctor. It's just one more chore, even before his long list of chores for the day starts.
The family, perhaps guilty that he wasn't being paid, press him into having a cup of coffee and maybe some factory-made cake. Thus he learns the girl is just out of High school, but can't leave home because Mom is afraid something might happen to her baby, and Dad doesn't care. Dad watches TV through the whole visit. Mom regales the EMT with her valiant and unfortunately vain attempts to take care of her children, but how the girl is always so sickly, and prone to fits. "Insane" sneaks into the conversation.
He leaves, and lets the affair flounder in his work. A couple of days later, he meets the girl on the steps up to his apartment. It's summer, and she is wearing a skirt, which reveals a rather nasty cut on her leg. He wonders aloud why she doesn't see her mother. "Mommie will make it hurt," the girl replies rather fearfully. He calmly takes her leg in his hands, cleans the injury as softly as possible, and hides it as best he can with bandages. Perhaps he takes a little too long to fix her up than was really necessary.
And so they meet again, occasionally talk. He finds her oft standing at the railing beneath his porch, until her mother drags her in to take her medication. One day in autumn, he's about to go off to work when there is a knock on his door. She's standing there, disheveled, tearful. "Mom and Dad are fighting again, can I stay with you?" He can hear the shouts through the floor. But, he must leave. In the end, they strike a bargain that she will stay quietly in his living room and only touch the TV. And maybe something from the fridge.
It's one of his hardest nights at work, and though he's been dreaming of the girl for months now, he is thoroughly distracted, tired and exhausted by the time he stumbles up the stairs and into his apartment. He is surprised by a smile and a hug. "I saw you on the street," the nervous girl twitters, "and I made you some breakfast." He is overwhelmed, and flops down on the couch where she had most likely had an uneasy slumber. Her kindness wars decisively against his general tendency to be alone. She knows he had a hard day, so when he's finished with his meal, sets about to loosen his uniform.
You can guess where the story goes from there...
*chuckles evilly*
EMT/rescue respond to all kinds of calls, an not even necessarily if someone calls an ambulance. In fact, it's actually common for women to call the fire department to get "rescued" by the hunky, confident hero.
(Likewise common for guys to pretend to be injured so girls go all "awww, you poor thing" and take care of him )Anyway, if you want a more complex, "deep" story: say, an apartment setting, wherein resides a freshly hired EMT. He's somewhat introverted, afflicted somewhat with what he sees every day. He works the night shift, because he likes the relative solitude of the streets; and sleeps during the day. In the evening, the atmosphere of the low-rent apartments seeps under his door. The creaking of footsteps, the waifs of cheap food, the banging and yelling of people trapped under the weight of unpaid bills. He tries to escape to fantastic worlds through the bookpages.
One evening his rest is disturbed by an urgent rapping on the door. The neighbor on the floor below is having a fit, will he help? With a heavy sigh he leaves his bright shining world and trudges down the stairs. It's a dilapidated apartment; smeared walls and overcrowded. And on a small bed in a shared room a girl twists and screams, held to the coverlet by worried family. A few minutes later he is able to relieve the concerned onlookers that it's just a panic attack, but that she should see a doctor. It's just one more chore, even before his long list of chores for the day starts.
The family, perhaps guilty that he wasn't being paid, press him into having a cup of coffee and maybe some factory-made cake. Thus he learns the girl is just out of High school, but can't leave home because Mom is afraid something might happen to her baby, and Dad doesn't care. Dad watches TV through the whole visit. Mom regales the EMT with her valiant and unfortunately vain attempts to take care of her children, but how the girl is always so sickly, and prone to fits. "Insane" sneaks into the conversation.
He leaves, and lets the affair flounder in his work. A couple of days later, he meets the girl on the steps up to his apartment. It's summer, and she is wearing a skirt, which reveals a rather nasty cut on her leg. He wonders aloud why she doesn't see her mother. "Mommie will make it hurt," the girl replies rather fearfully. He calmly takes her leg in his hands, cleans the injury as softly as possible, and hides it as best he can with bandages. Perhaps he takes a little too long to fix her up than was really necessary.
And so they meet again, occasionally talk. He finds her oft standing at the railing beneath his porch, until her mother drags her in to take her medication. One day in autumn, he's about to go off to work when there is a knock on his door. She's standing there, disheveled, tearful. "Mom and Dad are fighting again, can I stay with you?" He can hear the shouts through the floor. But, he must leave. In the end, they strike a bargain that she will stay quietly in his living room and only touch the TV. And maybe something from the fridge.
It's one of his hardest nights at work, and though he's been dreaming of the girl for months now, he is thoroughly distracted, tired and exhausted by the time he stumbles up the stairs and into his apartment. He is surprised by a smile and a hug. "I saw you on the street," the nervous girl twitters, "and I made you some breakfast." He is overwhelmed, and flops down on the couch where she had most likely had an uneasy slumber. Her kindness wars decisively against his general tendency to be alone. She knows he had a hard day, so when he's finished with his meal, sets about to loosen his uniform.
You can guess where the story goes from there...
*chuckles evilly*
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LOL....if you knew how filthy most of those were you would never call them. It would be most uncomfortable to do it in one anyway. The only place would be the stretcher and it's way too narrow to be comfortable.
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I was thinking more along the lines of.....horny, bored, sexy woman calls a private ambulance service to schedule a pickup/transfer to a local hospital for some bogus tests. The woman knows that EMT's always arrive in pairs and usually are male. So they arrive as scheduled to find a nude and very wet woman waiting to seduce them in her lonely apartment. Then things progress from there of course.
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The EMTs that I've worked with in the past were some filthy bastards, even if they were great guys who were professional when on the job. So I can definitely see a story like this playing out. 
