All Chapters of Dirty Desires: The Wildest Stories Ever Told: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A great deal of the agreement provided a shared history that matched with things John had previously told his acquaintances. This includes anecdotal stories about his childhood and relationship with his parents. I was to memorize this and include it in our role-play. John never knew his real father, but was raised by a single mom for most of his childhood. They were very close, until he moved to San Francisco and she re-married a short time afterward.Finally the agreement covered the more personal expectations of this relationship. He would slowly steer the mother and son relationship into a discrete sexual liaison. In our earlier meeting we had discussed how I was to be reluctantly lured into this. I was also not to share the sexual aspect with a

There was something strangely exciting about this first sugar adventure. On the one hand it was a mutually beneficial business arrangement. I would get an allowance, the opportunity for travel, the benefit of some wonderful gifts, and some upscale social opportunities I would otherwise not have. On the other hand I was having sex for the pleasure of strangers. On top of all this my husband of 35 years was OK with it. Brian even seemed to get enjoyment from it. He also enjoyed a few days per month to play on his own- the benefit of an open marriage."From Middle Age Sugar Baby...Mom/Son Part One"In part one of 'Mom/Son' I introduced John as my most recent Sugar Daddy. John wanted a sugar lady for a very particular role-play. He wanted someone

I searched out John and found him talking with some of the younger members. Not wanting to interrupt I just hooked his arm and stood behind him. We all said our goodbyes with hugs and little pecks on the cheeks. John took my hand and walked me to the car. Once inside he inquired about my discussion with Sandy."Oh, she just told me a little about her and her son and a little about the church." I answered. "Sandy is really his mother right? I asked."Of course she is mom"."John, she told me he takes care of all her needs?""Yes, Paul is a very good son". I didn't want to come right out and ask him what that meant. I suppose I was a little afraid of the answer. I had my suspicions, but it was not something I wanted to say out loud. Pe

'Well, there was one mystery solved', I thought. John had apparently taken me to bed and undressed me last night. I must have been really out of it. The thought was unsettling.As I sat there thinking about it, I was only vaguely aware of John running the sponge up and down my back. I have to admit I was enjoying it. When he returned to my shoulders I just lay back against the end of the tub and enjoyed the gentle massage my body was experiencing. He ran the sponge down my chest, over and around each of my boobs- lifting each one slightly to reach underneath. Then he drew circles around my belly before dropping down between my legs. I spread them slightly to provide better access. As he washed my laser smooth pussy he just stared expressionless into my eyes. He grabbed one hand at a time to lift each arm, then ran the sponge up and down by arm and around each armpit. Similarly he cleaned one leg at a time, stroking my pussy just momentarily after each leg. I closed my eyes as he passe

I am not sure if it was curiosity or the fun of toying with him, but after that conversation I began to lay off on the shaving of my pubic area and armpit hair. I was not ready at that time to let my legs go because it showed off the shapeliness of my legs. It also would have been more obvious during PT. Still, it was quite liberating. My natural hair is very light, very fine and thin, so I took some time to even be noticeable. Besides, kind of liked it. As it grew in, it made me fit in with the bath house crowd if not in the barracks shower. I had heard fellow soldiers use the term dyke more than once when referring to me but, I considered myself bisexual. So, my new look gave them something to more talk about.The first time I went back to the schwimmbad after giving up the razor, the newly growing hairs was still in the uncomfortable stage. I didn't even think it was that noticeable, but apparently it was."Rose, have you decided that hair is okay for a lady?" Gebhard speculated.A