Malcolm is in the bedroom with his girlfriend. He's lying in the bed with her watching her sleep. His cock is hard as a rock. The scent of her pussy rests on his lips. He's sexually frustrated! He doesn't want to stroke his cock. Why should he? His girlfriend is lying next to him, but she's knock out. This is not the first time this happened to him. As a matter of fact, this has been happening for a couple of months. He would eat her pussy like it was his last meal, she cums squirting in his face and then she turns over and falls asleep. He doesn't understand what happen to his girlfriend. What happen to their sex life? He always pleasing her, but when it's his turn nothing.
Maybe it's because they been together for seven years, he thinks. That can't be true because his parents have been together for over fifty years and they're sex life is like a newlywed. Okay, him thinking about his parents having sex soften his cock. He gets out the bed angrily and walks to the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror.
"What's wrong with me? Why doesn't she want me like she used to? Is it my body?" he questions himself.
He takes a couple of steps back and stares at his physique. He works out four times a week for two hours. That can't be it unless unfit men is what she wants.
"Maybe, it's your cock?" he questions that.
He looks down at it. Even with it being semi hard, he's big. He has a long and thick cock.
"There's a chance you could be hurting her with that big cock," he says then starts chuckling.
"She wouldn't stay with me this long if that's the case."
He shakes his head feeling like an idiot for talking to himself. He leaves the bathroom and gets back in bed. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and starts searching for a therapist. He doesn't want to cheat on her, but he's fucking horny! His friend is the one that suggests he finds a therapist since he's too weak to cheat on his girl. As he searches a list of doctors, one name hits him. He sits up.
"Dr. Bliss huh? I like the name," he whispers as he read the reviews.
Majority of the reviews give the doctor high praises. He makes an appointment to see the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Then he sends his girl a text stating this. He places his phone back on the nightstand and lies down. He hopes the doctor can help him. Having blue balls isn't fun.
The morning of the appointment, Malcolm is awoken by a punch in the arm. He sits up and rubs his arm.
"What the hell was that for?" he asks.
She waves her phone in his face with the text he sent her.
"Why are we going to a therapist Malcolm? There's nothing wrong with our relationship," she says sounding aggravated.
"There's a lot wrong with our relationship. We don't have sex. We haven't in months," he says.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Our sex life is great," she sits next to him and tries to cuddle, but he moves away.
"If you're talking about me eating your pussy making you feel good and then you fall asleep leaving me horny, that's not a great sex life."
She rolls her eyes.
"Fine then! We'll go see the therapist," she says as she heads to the bathroom.
The door slams and he hears the lock. He sighs.
"Well so much for trying to have sex in the shower," he says.
He climbs back in his bed, grabs his phone, goes online to watch videos and jerks his cock.
Malcolm and Shanice are sitting in a quiet room with the receptionist waiting for the therapist.
"I just don't understand why we need a sex therapist," Shanice whispers.
Malcolm rolls his eyes.
"Because I'm tiring of constantly being horny while you sleeping sexually satisfied," he whispers.
She folds her arms and begins to pout. The phone on the receptionist's desk rings. She answers it. With a few nods, she hangs up.
"Dr. Bliss will see you now," the receptionist announces.
Malcolm and Shanice gets up and go through the door to the office. The office has a calming vibe. The lights are dim in the colors of soft white and blue along with aromatherapy candles. There are two sofas against the walls of the office. A large oak desk in the corner by large windows. Malcolm feel calm and relax. Shanice on the other hand, isn't. She doesn't like this at all.
