Dirty Desires: The Wildest Stories Ever Told のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Carl was my first long term lover. I met Carl in my freshman year of Nursing School when I was 18 and Carl was 19.I don't know that I was ever really in love with Carl, but I did love him in a special way. We were the best of friends and I trusted him enough to know he would never hurt me- emotionally or physically. Through him I discovered a lot about myself and He will always be special for that reason.Carl and I dated for three years and so we had a lot of opportunity to experiment sexually. This was all new for me and I enjoyed the exploration. He was imaginative and loved to role play. I found I was able to put myself in many roles, though some I enjoyed more than others. I discovered I loved to be restrained during sex and to be forcefu

It took only a few minutes to get to the highway, but the truck was already becoming quite warm by the time we reached the highway. Carl bypassed the 89 South sign and kept on traveling. Apparently he decided to take the back road- a longer and less comfortable trip.Carl handed me a flask. I was obviously not very thirsty, but it was not a gesture of politeness, he wanted me to drink it. I already felt a little buzz from before, but was shocked at the taste of the drink I was now offered. It was Gin and tonic again, but much stronger."It's a little hot in here," I said quietly."I'm pretty comfortable," Carl replied. "But feel fee to take off your ski suit." He continued with a slight smirk."Can I just open it or at least take off this hat and goggles?" I asked."No, I don't think so, it's an all or nothing- and finish the drink."I chose to remain clothed. Carl had an old truck, but it could kick up some heat. He had driven 20 minutes to get to Vermont College so the truck had rea

We stayed for a while longer and I danced with both guys a few more times before we decided to head back. Carl invited Steve back to our room for a drink and the cloud that had lifted earlier was beginning to come back.Carl and I drove alone and Steve followed behind in his car. I wanted so much to ask Carl where this was heading, but reconsidered. I didn't want to anger him and besides, he had only invited Steve back for a drink. I didn't want to assume anything but I also didn't want Carl to make a spectacle of me in front of Steve. Surely he wouldn't do that.'Maybe he wanted more than that,' I thought. That would be silly though. Carl had a jealous streak and surely he would never permit something like what was going through my mind. I wondered how exciting that would be though. Still, despite the sexual relationship Carl and I enjoyed my sexual experiences were limited to very few guys and I was not ready for anything as wild as this.All these thoughts were going through my min

I had graduated from Nursing School only a few days before I started work at the Hospital. My Daddy had made a couple trips with me to Chicago, the last to get me in my new apartment- one that was a disorganized array of boxes at the moment. This was a far cry from the small town in Vermont where I went to college, but I was feeling pretty good about myself for making the transition.I ran into Kevin on my very first day at the Hospital. He was a big guy and a little overweight, though fairly well dressed. He was kind of the type who could be really hot if he would exercise once in a while. He had a goatee, which didn't really work for him and showed a little gray that would soon show itself in his scraggily combed hair. I just thought it was an odd mixture, like on some things he tried and on others he just let it go.Kevin was the facilities manager. I observed right away that he was a little arrogant, maybe sexist, but still had enough personality to pull it all off. I couldn't mak

This is the story of the beginning of my relationship with Steven, my Master and my husband. If you have read my previous stories you know that I have had a longing toward submission which only has grown stronger year after year. One might get the impression that this has consumed my every moment, but this would be incorrect. I have actually struggled with my desire to be a strong professional career woman and the longing to surrender my own free will to someone whom I could fully love and trust and who respected loved and cared for me at the same time. Along the way I have surrendered to the latter dream for the former need. I have shared some of those and left out a few that I am a little more ashamed of. But there has always been a lot more to my life than those stories.I am a rehab nurse, very proud of my profession and sure of my skills. I love to travel and, before my marriage, was more likely to do so on my own than rather than with someone else. I love to learn new things and