1950 Love is the Drug - Sex Stories

1950 Love is the Drug

... usually have? What was the most she had had in one night? The biggest penis and the smallest? Did she orgasm every time? Was that important or was the fact that what she did was shocking what thrilled her most?

Just like a Stamp Collector, Celeste seemed to have total recall of every fuck she'd ever had.

They pulled up outside Celeste's cottage. Just as she was about to say goodnight, Andrew spoke, "I have to ask you something."

"Anything," she said.

"Will you marry me?"

"Oh Andrew, you know that I can't."

"Yes you can. I've spoken to the Ethics people at the BMA. You are still registered with your GP in Bristol so you're not my patient.

"We have never lived in the same house, so there is no conflict there. They see no reason why we shouldn't wed."

Celeste was silent for a moment and then she said, "No, I'm not talking about our professional relationship. That's not the problem.

"It's my hobby. No, you know as well as I that it's an addiction. A total addiction.

"I couldn't give it up even if I wanted to. I'm sorry."

Andrew laughed. "I don't want you to give it up. These trips with you have been the best things I've ever done. "If we were married, I would feel even more involved.

"And, more importantly, I might get to empty my testicles once in a while.

"Please let me into your world. I would support and care for you. I would encourage and protect you. But most of all, I would watch you being fucked."

There was silence.

And then Celeste spoke, "Since you put it so poetically, yes I would be honoured to marry you.

"From the first moment that I saw you, I thought that I would like to be your wife but I always thought that my addiction would make it impossible."

She added. "Would you like to come inside the cottage?"

"No," said Andrew. "There is a layby just outside the village. I would much rather go there, if you don't mind."

"That's very no-nonsense of you," replied Celeste.