I am a registered nurse. I have spent a long time taking care of others and occasionally need someone to take care of me. I'm recently out of a 2 1/2 year relationship. I just want a little fun. I had been in an unfulfilling relationship for a long time and just want to play now. I am not interested in bisexual men except as friends...too much drama......

My Ideal Person High sex drive, skilled in bed....Kind and considerate of my needs. Not seeking perfection, but won't turn it down either!

What are your favorite musicians or bands?:
Bush, Three Doors Down, Matchbox 20, Nickel back, hinder,
creed,

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
A new fantasy worked its way from my subconscious mind,
the dark, convoluted place that is me, the other day when
I was on IMC. I was chatting with a really gorgeous man from
Kentucky and he was telling me about himself, how he flew
helicopters and was a Life Flight/Medivac type of registered
nurse, recently returned from Iraq. This reminded me of
my own experience with being Life-flighted to Duke hospital
after a bad car accident last year. In my fantasy, I find
the two male nurses who cared for me on the flight, thanking
them for their care, apologizing for being so confused
(I had a concussion). One of the nurses was obviously gay
and was gracious in accepting my thanks and left quickly,
but the other was absolutely 100% heterosexual. This I
could tell because of the way he leaned into me while I spoke,
his eyes trailed over my lush curves like I was the only glass
of water for miles and he was dying of thirst. His dark eyes
were like molten chocolate and his wavy hair was cropped
close to his head. From the way he carried himself, I could
tell he was accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he
wanted it.He was tall and much more muscular than the average
Life-flight crew member. His muscles bulged under his
blue uniform flight suit, making my belly flutter; something
that hadn't happened in years. "You came out
of it very well I see, " He rumbled in his impossibly
sexy voice. He touched my face, lifting my hair away from
the place I was nearly scalped. "Barely a scar!"
"Plastic surgeon came to the ER, " I blurted
nervously. "I had a hundred stitches total. It was
like getting a free face lift!" "You're
a beautiful woman. You didn't need any work. I've
seen you around" "Where?" I asked, shocked
that he'd even noticed. "I picked up a patient
from you not too long ago in that little hospital you work
at, and brought a couple to the floor you work on here. I wanted
to talk to you then, but it wasn't the right time."
He smiled then, and it sent a shiver all the way down my spine.
"You are fully recovered? No permanent damaged to
your neck or leg?" "The leg gives me a fit sometimes,
but other than that, I'm all good." I responded,
a slow flush creeping up my throat to my hairline. "I
can see that, " he murmured softly. "I get off
in twenty. You want to go somewhere?" "Yes!"
It popped out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to even
process the information. A million thoughts rushed through
my brain, 99% of them involved what it it be like to be naked
with this hot man. "You want to meet at George's?"
George's Garage is a nice restaurant/bar/club in
Durham NC, and I hadn't been dancing in months. "Can
you give me an hour?" I asked nervously. I'd just
gotten off work, wearing scrubs, with no clothes to wear
out. A quick trip to the mall would remedy that. "Sure.I'll
be waiting there for you." He said as he reached over
and stroked my bottom lip and chin with his thumb and forefinger."I've
been looking forward to this for a long time." I stepped
back like a scared rabbit. He was so intense it took my breath
away. "I'll be there. I might be a little more
than an hour. You know how we girls are about getting ready."
"You look fine as you are, and there's no rush.I'm
friends with the owner and he and I will hang out until you
get there. "I'll see you then, " I said as I backed away, not sure whether to run home and hide or
go for it. "Bye." I walked away quickly, left
the hospital and went to the mall. Thankfully, it wasn't
crowded. Within twenty minutes, I'd found exactly
what I wanted to wear: a low cut purple blouse that emphasized
my 44dd's and some low rider black slacks.I wore the
clothes out of the store after I paid for them and I went by
the perfume counter and sampled my favorite scent on my
way out. In the car, I refreshed my face and hair, chewed
a piece of Nicorette and made my way to the bar. He noticed
the moment I walked in the door, getting up to escort me to
the table where he and hs buddy sat. He introduced us and
we made small talk until the dance floor began to fill. "Burning
Love, " came on and he took my hand, leading me to the
dance floor. We merged as one, fully clothed, but touching
from thigh to cheek and it felt amazing! My belly came alive
with a million butterflies, all trying to move at once and
my knees were weak. It wasn't the alcohol: I'd
only had a drink or two, but something was happening between
us, a chemistry that couldn't be denied. I could feel
his erection, hard and huge between us as we danced. He didn't
try to feel me up, it was just there: the elephant in the room
that wasn't going to be ignored for much longer. He
took my face in both hands and kissed me, so tenderly, yet
I could taste the passion like a flavor in it. I could tell
he didn't want to overwhelm me, since for all my talk,
i am sort of shy. I found it endearing. That thought scared
me. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve and its something
I've learned to deal with over the years, but he was
getting under my guard, and it scared me. The last thing
I needed was a relationship. Been there, done that. Its
fun at first, but when the new car smell wears off, where
are you? Sex once a week, if you're lucky and listening
to a lot of BS. I decided to push the envelope, running my
hands over his back and chest, dipping danderously close
to his ass and down his belly towards his groin. His sharp
intake of breath was enough to tell me my ploy was working.
"Are you not having a good time here ?" He asked
in my ear. "'Cause I can take you out of here."
"Let's have another round or two, then we'll
go, if that's ok." I answered, suddenly chicken
once again. "Liquid courage?" He asked gently,
with a half smile. "Something like that." I
answered. We went back to our table and did just that. Once
I had a couple drinks under my belt, I felt a lot more confident.
He called a cab to take us to his townhouse several blocks
away. On the way there, he took my hand and placed it on his
groin, right over his hard, stiff cock.He leaned over and
started kissing me, more passionately and insistantly
than at the bar, working his way from my mouth to just behind
my ear and down to my shoulder.... by now I’m soaking wet
and he knew it. He worked his hand under my shirt and into
my tight pushup bra, cupping and massaging my full breasts
reverently, nearly making me come before we even got to
his place. We stripped at the door and were completely nude
by the time we get to his room. He pushed me down on the king
sized bed, complete with a ceiling mirror and buried his
head between my thighs like a ravenous animal, licking
and sucking and even lightly biting me as he worked his magic.
I came hard and fast, but it wasn't enough for him...
He wanted me spent, exhausted until I could barely move,
so he tortured me with pleasure until he ripped at least 2 more
orgasms out of me. Then he got on the bed and put his huge,
gorgeous cock in my face- receiving the best blow job of
his life. I want to keep going but he stopped me, saving that
tremendous erection for my pleasure. As he calm down enough
to penetrate me, he sucked and nibbled and massaged my plump
breasts, almost making me come again. Then, finally, he
slid on top of me, kissing me deeply as he rubbed himself
over my exquisitely sensitive nub. The soaking wet honey
trail drew him like a magnet to my hot, wet core and he had
to work himself in slowly because I was so tight. Oh, the
faces he made as he grit his teeth and tried not to come before the
first stroke... Finally, he was fully seated inside me,
and it was my turn to grit and gasp. "My God you feel
so damn good!" The head of his cock hit my sensitive G spot on the first stroke and sends me into a shuddering,
quivering, soaking wet orgasm and we'd just begun....
He took my legs and put them over his shoulders and pounded
me until I was screaming like he was killing me- and he was,
with pleasure. My multiorgasmic nature becomes apparent
as I came all over his hard cock every minute or so until he
couldn't take it any more. The last few strokes before
he came were the hardest ever, making me feel like he would
break through to my womb, but I loved it! Then he shouted
like a wild man as his hot, creamy release fills me up and he continue
to milk the last ounce of pleasure out of me by stroking until
he was completely soft. Afterwords, I lick him clean and
we rested for another wild session... -----------------
My fantasy involves the euphoria felt with a new lover;
one that tells me I'm beautiful and sexy and truly means
it. I'm addicted to that giddy, intensely sexual feeling
that makes me forget to eat, to drink; when all i can do is
breathlessly anticipate my lover's return form work
, etc., so i can can spend the entire evening in the bed making
love. The lovemaking is so hard and intense that my thighs
are sore the next day and that's not all that hurts...
but it doesn't matter, I want him again and again because
him make me come over and over. A new interest was sparked
after reading an erotic novel about domination/ submission:
since i've had to be the "responsible one"
for my whole life, it would be wonderful to give over that
control for a while, just let someone else be in the driver's
seat and take charge of everything. email me with how that
would happen.... I am not a slim and trim lady, more a curvy, Jane
Mansfield from the fifties with plenty of hips, breasts
and ass to hold on to, I love to have wild sex and I am open to
new experiences...I give as good as I get, and in this case,
I bet it would be a lot....

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Rimming, Light Bondage, Spanking, Threesomes, Massage

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
of course, brad pitt is hot, as well as ewan mcgregor, jude
law and big guys like "The Rock". When i see any good looking, tall, thick built man, 6'2"
+ i just get wet. i guess since i'm a bigger girl, i want
a man who can make me feel small. however, height is not prerequisite.
I have recently noted the plus side of the more "slim
built" man, lol. Wow!

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've done it so many times that I've forgotten how to type with two hands.

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