Tales of a Naughty Nurse In NYC

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Happy Birthday to Me!

Today, I celebrated the beginning of my 39th year...The anniversary of my birth. I've always loved my birthday. This year I feel both happy and sad. Happy for all of the good things ahead...and sad because I'm mourning (or re-mourning) a number of losses. Even though I have some birthday blues, I don't get down on getting older...I'm aging very gracefully, thank you.

I sobbed at my shrink today. I saw my ex-lover, Jason, last night for a drink or 3 or 4. He and I have a very hurtful past...the details of which I'm not sure I'm ready to share...and this was the first time we were getting together socially in some time. It was really wonderful to see him and catch up on life and stuff. But, Jason and I are on a very slippery slope. We have this primal, animal attraction to one another, but if we fuck, neither of us feels good about it the next day. I had much to drink and know when I am that drunk I have a tendency to make very strong advances and have trouble taking no for an answer. Well, last night, he turned me down. Now, in my heart, I know that is the best thing for both of us, but man, I wanted to fuck him so badly. Mmmm...he just has that affect on me. Primal...you know? Now there's a chunk of time that I'm having trouble remembering. But I suspect I deemed his rejection unacceptable and got "petulant" (as he had once described me in another episode). He sent me an email saying that he's sorry the night ended the way it did. Either I pulled my drunken shtick and pissed him off or he's sorry because he didn't go home with me. Although I like to think it was the latter, I know quite well it was the former. He did, however, equally acknowledge how nice it was to get together.

I have had a very tough time getting over Jason and I am grateful that he didn't give in to me last night. You see, I love him. I fell in love with him knowing full well that he was and still is unavailable in many ways. These things can't always be controlled no matter how hard we try. I think I cried my last tear and now finally accept that he and I will never be. And maybe now we can really be friends. I will always love him, though.

Thing is, I have a long history of falling for unavailable men. I suppose I have some commitment issues...there, I said it. And this all has to do with my parents' relationship with one another and my relationship with my dad. The shrink and I delved very deeply into this and I told her about a recurring dream I've had recently where my mother leaves my father for another man (which anyone that knows my family knows that would never ever never never ever happen). The session became very "mourning becomes electra" as we discussed the possibility that my mother in my dream was actually me. Hmmm...this must be the source my daddy/little girl fetish. My head was spinning from these ideas...and I also had a horrible hangover from the night before. I cried and cried. This all subsequently reminded me that I am still alone and often lonely. I have so much good in my life and am very blessed...but I long for a partner with whom I can share it all. My love for and deep connection with Jason made me hold on to the hope that he might be that partner.

So I guess you can see why I was a bit sad. But my new year is starting off with a few cut cords....which is a good thing. And nursing school starts in the fall. I registered yesterday...online! Gone are the days of standing in line and running around from department to department. Much to be happy about.

Tomorrow "Sir" will pay me a visit. He said he's feeling very dom so I guess I'll get my birthday spanks. I told him to bring something new.

Don't touch that dial.

- Hot Lips

Friday, June 09, 2006

Personal Archive

Not feeling inspired, of late, I dug through my files and found this...one of my first erotic stories...penned just about 1 1/2 years ago. I edited it in places...it probably needs some more...but I'll give it to you raw. My lover at the time was my muse.

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You’re sitting in your favorite chair in your living room, bored, fidgety, aching for some kind of diversion. Your eyes are fixed on the television, your finger pulses the remote and the tv flickers like a strobe light as the channels change. You’re startled when the phone rings. You weren't expecting to hear from anyone this evening. In the phone I whisper, "Daddy, I don’t know what’s happening to me. I was looking at the pictures you sent and my pussy is getting wet and it feels all tingly. I’m scared daddy. Please come over to take care of me."

The sound of my voice brings a surge of energy to your loins. Immediately aroused, you say, “Don’t worry my sweet little girl. I’ll be there soon.” You hang up the phone, jump in your car and speed over to my place. You've never made such good time driving into the city and as luck would have it, there’s a parking space directly in front of my building. Thank you parking gods.

You rush in, ring the intercom and without asking who it is, I buzz you in. You arrive at my door and notice that it is ajar. You walk in and the room is aglow from candles that are emitting a spicy aroma. You can’t place it. It’s like cinnamon but it isn’t.

“Baby, where are you?” you call out to me.

“I’m in my room daddy. Please come to me.”

You enter my dimly lit room and see my silhouette in the shadows. I am lying in bed wearing boy briefs and a tank top.

“Oh, my baby girl. How beautiful you are. And you look so sexy for daddy.”

I jump up and throw my arms around you and hold on for dear life. “Oh, daddy. I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know what’s come over me. I was looking…….”

"There, there," you say as you run your fingers through my curls. "Daddy’s here now. There’s no need to be afraid. What’s happening to you is ok, but it is awfully naughty."

I lift my head and look you square in the eyes with a mischievous gleam.

"Oooh, I like when my little girl is dirty,” you snarl. “I want you to just lay back, relax and enjoy. The only sounds I want to hear from you are your sighs of pleasure.”

“OK, Daddy,” I whimper. “I trust you.”

I longingly watch as you remove your sneakers and socks followed by your jeans. Standing there in your shirt and briefs you whisper, “Come here. Take off my shirt.” I crawl over to the edge of the bed, kneel next to you and slowly unbutton your soft, flannel shirt. As I do, your lips touch mine and you kiss me deeply. Our tongues connect and explore each others mouths. As we kiss, my pussy is getting wetter and I feel your cock growing hard against me. “What’s happening daddy?”

“I told you not to worry, little girl. Just relax and let things happen.”

I pull your shirt off and it falls to the floor. You run your hands through my hair while you kiss me and then fall on top of me on the bed. Our bodies writhe together as we kiss and our hands explore each other. I’m getting wetter and you’re getting harder. “Now baby. I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Let daddy make you feel good. There’s nothing I want more than that.”

“Ok daddy.”

I slide back and rest my head on the pillows. You slide my panties off and put your head between my legs. You smell me, kiss my thighs and nuzzle your face in my pubic hair. “Hmm, We need to do something about this bush. I want it smooth like a little girl should be. Let me shave you.”

“Ok Daddy.”

You came prepared with an electric razor and begin to trim my trim. Oh, how the vibrations make my body tremble. “Careful daddy.”

“Shhhh. I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. If you don’t trust me, I’ll leave.”

“Oh no, no, no..please don’t go.”

You continue to buzz me and when the hair is short enough, you jump out of bed, take my hand and lead me to the bathroom. You open the faucet, wet your hands and lather up with soap. With both hands you rub my pussy and get the area soft, wet and soapy. You tease my pussy and I gasp. “Please fill me up daddy.” “No, not yet,” you insist, “not until I’m done cleaning you.” You kneel down in front of me and with a triple blade razor, you continue to shear me like a sacrificial lamb. You remove the mound in front and now you must take care of the lips. “Lift your leg on the sink,” you order. I lift my right leg and with care and precision you shave my lips. My fear that you’ll cut me makes my body quiver, but I keep my mouth shut because you told me to. I bite my lip and breathe deeply because I don’t want to disobey and disappoint you. When you finish, you rinse my pussy with warm water and then drop to your knees to enjoy your masterpiece. “Now that’s more like it,” and you rub your face against me.

You lead me back to the bedroom and pull my tank top over my head. I stand before you and you look at me from head to toe, so in awe of the innocence of my body…my curves, my large and supple breasts, my firm ass and now, my clean, shaven pussy.

“Oh baby. Daddy is so hungry for you. And you look so delicious in this light standing here before me. Lie back so I can have you.”

I comply and creep onto the bed and, once again rest my head on the pillows. You kiss me on the mouth and then slowly work your way down my neck and across my chest. When you reach my breasts, you place your hand firmly on one and your mouth intently on the other. You gently suckle on my nipple and enjoy as it grows harder, and diamondlike in your mouth. The pressure increases and I gasp from the pain. “Does that hurt, my baby?” “Yes, Daddy…but in a good way…don’t stop.” You continue to nourish yourself on my breast and I throw my head back from the pleasure. You take the hand that’s on my breast and trace a path down to my pussy. You tease my clit and then a single finger enters my juicy tunnel. “Oh what a good girl you are…you are so relaxed and your tight pussy is so wet for daddy.” Because you’ve been so good, I’m going to give you a treat.”

Your mouth follows the same path to my pussy and you kiss me gently there. You love the smooth feeling and can’t wait to indulge on my engorged clit. You begin to gently lick between my lips, slowly but intently. Oh how sensitive it is without all that hair there. I’m breathing deeply as your tongue finds my sweet spot. At that point, I ask you to lick harder and faster. You oblige and your tongue strokes quicken as you firmly lick my clit. My body squirms and I’m on the edge of ecstasy. “Oh daddy…it feels like my clit is melting under your tongue.” Then you put your whole mouth on my clit and suck. I breathe in deeply and then exhale sending all my energy to my pussy. My breathing quickens. I’m melting into the bed. “Oh yes daddy…oh that feels so good daddy…I don’t want you to stop…don’t stop.” You keep sucking and my pelvis bucks toward your face so you can go deeper. “Oh yes daddy…yes..yes…yes…oh oh oh…and I suck all of my breath in deeply and my pussy begins to pulsate and quiver…my back arches as I come hard all over your face. I squeal your name, “oh jason…oh daddy…thank you thank you.”

I lay there incredibly contented. My fingers and toes are all tingly. My body twitches…an aftershock. You rest your head on my belly, “you’re such a good girl..daddy is so proud of you.”

“How can I make you feel good daddy.”

“Oh, you’ve done enough already.”

“Oh, but I want to make you explode. I want you to come all over me.”

“How could I say no to my baby.” You flip me over on all fours, pull off your briefs to reveal your rock hard cock. You slip your manhood into my drenched pussy. It slides right in and you move deeper and deeper into the depths of me. You reach over to play with my clit. It’s still very sensitive so you’re gentle. You begin to fuck me faster and harder and your balls slap against me. “Oh baby…I don’t want to come yet but I can’t hold back. You’ve got me so turned on.”

“Come in my mouth,” I plead.

You flip me over on my back and firmly and quickly jerk yourself off. My mouth is open for you. “Oh baby…here it comes.” You shove your cock in my mouth. I press my lips around you, and I feel the rumbling on the underside of your shaft as you explode…your creamy spunk, satiating my intense thirst. You come so much that I can barely take it all and it dribbles down my chin. After your last thrust, you bring your face to mine and lick up what I couldn’t swallow.

The musky, sweaty smell of sex has now replaced the spicy, cinnamony smell that permeated the apartment. Our bodies lay entwined as our breathing slows and we drift off to sleep. I have a smile on my face. I’m such a good girl.