1950 Love is the Drug - Sex Stories

1950 Love is the Drug

... but if she'd had a bad week she needed more. In certain respects she was quite conservative, she didn't want to be kissed or fingered, she didn't want to suck or tug, she simply wanted to be bent over and fucked frantically. It made her feel alive amongst so much dying and injury.

How she survived the war, she didn't know. The hospital had been bombed several times while she was on duty. The front of one pub had taken a direct hit just as she was being fucked in the back yard.

By 1945 Celeste had strong words with herself. She couldn't carry on like this, she was thirty-five. She needed to grow up and be more sophisticated.

She forwent the sleazy backstreet pubs. Once or twice a month Celeste visited hotel bars. Not the top class ones but the more middling variety. Those frequented by travelling salesmen and the like. She would end up in their room or the back of their car. A more leisurely type of fucking. More grown up and sophisticated but less fun, Celeste thought.

She did try the Grand Hotel once. She chatted to a gent but as soon as he realised she didn't want money he felt that he had to seduce her. Not what Celeste wanted at all.

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What made her do it that night?

Celeste had always kept her career and her 'hobby' miles apart.

She was on the Night Shift. She should have had a Staff Nurse and a Student Nurse with her, but they had both reported-in sick. Sister Lanyon was unperturbed, with ...

... her experience she could take care of things single-handedly but it was a strain.

Personnel shortages weren't uncommon these days. The new National Health Service was wonderful but it had rather created an unprecedented demand. Nurses were being imported from all over the world. Most of them were highly efficient but there just wasn't enough of them.

Celeste occasionally felt that it may be time for a change of career. She could step up for a shift or two but these days it was often a week or more.

Earlier in the evening she had been speaking with the young man in Bed Two. He had broken his leg playing Rugby Football. He was a bit down in the dumps. He was due to play in one of the trial games for the England team and the injury had set this back.

Growing up in Cornwall, Celeste knew that Rugby Union Footballers weren't allowed to be paid for playing so his injury would probably mean that his day job could be in jeopardy too.

Late that evening as she was doing her ward round, she noticed that the young chap was still awake.

As Sister Lanyon approached the bed, he tried to hide something under the blankets. Celeste smiled to herself.

"No need to hide it. Boys will be boys. Let me have a look," she said thinking that she may need to fetch the hot flannel.

As she pulled back the cover she was amazed. It was quite the most magnificent penis she had ever seen. Not massive but beautifully proportioned with a glorious head.

Celeste pulled the screens into ...