If you found an old car in a barn covered by a blanket, would you start it up and try to go 100 miles an hour? No. It would probably blow up, or leak fluid, or break something.
I haven't had sex in twelve years. Oh, I've had orgasms, masturbated, even had sex with another person on two or three occasions. But is wasn't SEX, that hot, sweaty, ohmigod kind of sex.
So I've come to you for help. Trish (Last name withheld), Sex Therapist. You must be trustworthy, I found you on the internet LOL.
I'm sitting in one of those fucking terrible tiny exam rooms when you walk in. No nurse cap, but a nurse dress, white, fitted, tight. It's zippered down the front, with the zipper right at the line between sexy and illegal. A hint of white lace peeks out above the zipper, contrasting with your perfectly tanned cleavage. Your profile curves in below your lacy bra, to your athletic waist and then BAM! back out again and around those sexy hips.
You're an Italian Goddess. If Sophia Loren's DNA mixed with with Raquel Welch, you would be the result.
Your hemline is also risky, that perfect area to make a guy's head whip around for a second look, upper-thigh. If you bent over to pick up a penny, I'd see your ass. I search my pocket for pennies to drop LOL. You've obviously been to the gym.
You turn and stand up to access the computer, and I do the panty line check(it's a guy thing).Let's see, granny panties, bikini, or thong? None of the above! Yay! I glimpse your ass crack through the flimsy white dress material.
Your ebony hair is pinned up and you have on those horn-rimmed, naughty librarian glasses. You carry a clipboard.
You begin to take my medical history, then my sex history. I tell you I've always had premature ejaculation, maybe because I'm circumcised. My dick is very sensitive, especially the underside, and direct stimulation can make me cum in about 4 minutes or less.
That's why I always like to make my partner cum first, preferably several times. This way even if I cum fast, we can both enjoy sex. Upon hearing this, you stop writing and peek over your glasses at me asking for further information. You lick your lips like a hungry tiger. I saw that!LOL
I love regular sex and also blow jobs to completion, but I've never gotten into any kinkiness because I cum so fast, it just wasn't ever necessary. I would be open to just about anything you want to try, however. Again, an interested look from the naughty nurse, then you write some more notes.
Both Viagra and Cialis upset my stomach. Viagra is milder and lasts about 4 hours, taking about 20-30 minutes to begin working. Neither works on a full stomach or if I drink a lot. I tried both of them while masturbating, and Viaga with a partner, and found a partner could get me much harder than I can myself. The Cialis is supposed to last through a 36 hour sex marathon, but I've never found out. Again, you stop writing and glance over your glasses at me.
Being thoroughly professional, you ask me about physical limitations. I tell you about my chronic fatigue, due to sleep apnea and medications. Many of my meds say "may cause fatigue" on the label. Being an ex-smoker, my cardio is good even though my weight is just south of 280. Since I quit smoking I've developed severe allergies. I take Zyrtec during the day and Benadryl at night, plus an asthma inhaler as needed. My cholesterol and blood pressure are excellent, controlled by meds, as I told you last night on the phone.
Per your pre-entry instructions, I have stopped taking my BP med to insure there is no interference with the Viaga I took at breakfast. I just had coffee and juice, and an insulin injection to control blood sugar. My morning sugar was 150, perfect for some light physical activity. LOL
If I start physical activity like yard work or weightlifting or? with normal or low sugar, it can crash unexpectedly, causing disorientation, irritability, excess perspiration, and in extreme cases, death. You assure me that we will always check sugar level before any activity, and also that you have plenty of snacks, fruit, and juice on hand should I feel low.
Strength-wise, I report that I'm making another major comeback. I finally started to lose some of my quit smoking weight, and am lifting weights again. My limitations are occasional arthritis aches in hands, back, and ankles, and a complete lower back re-build 3 years ago. I may be up for sex, but I won't be carrying anyone around like Tarzan.
You stand up and motion me toward the examining table. You direct me to undress, and you do the same, leaving your bra on. You smile at me as you unpin your hair, and it cascades down, just past your shoulders. Then you toss your naughty glasses onto the desk. You direct me to one side of the table, you stand on the other side. This is called gradual immersion, you say, visual only, like sticking your toe in the water, walk before you run, bla, bla bla.
I don't hear anything after that, I am so stunned by your beauty. You may look, you say, but no touching yet. I ask you to turn this way and that, drinking in your beauty like a thirsty man in the desert. You remove your front snap white lace bra, and I feast my eyes on a sculpted pair of firm boobs. I start to breathe deeper. You smile at my attention and obvious pleasure, and your whole face lights up. Thank you, you say to all my compliments. You blush and your perfect nipples harden. I follow your tan lines around your ass and back to where they outline your pussy. I linger at your belly, longing to kiss it.
You compliment me on my upper body, thoughtfully ignoring my paunch and spare tire. My pecs, formerly awesome, are turning into man-boobs with more breast tissue than muscle. I need to see my Dr. about adding Testosterone to my meds.
I was blessed with big arms, I explain, and if I work out even a little they get pretty well defined. My legs are still pretty good from the biking and running I used to do. I also spend a lot of time on my feet at work.
You motion me over to your side of the table, and I'm there in a flash. Just touching, no kissing or licking, you say sternly. The corners of your mouth curl up, starting a smile. This part might even be harder for you, I start to think. You are breathing funny, too. You, my dear, are a sexual animal. I can tell.
You gasp a bit as my cool fingers touch your nipples. I trace my fingers down your ribs, playing each one, feeling, learning. My two hands split, one finds your pussy, the other saws up and down your ass crack. Not deep, but right there. I cup each ass cheek, squeezing, feeling, measuring.
Your senses overload with the touch of my rough man-hands. They scrape up and down you again and again, tripping your deep tissue nerves like little alarms. All the alarms make their way to your pussy by way of your tits. Like little lightening bolts, sparks fly up and down your body. You turn and open your mouth to kiss me, but you remember your rules. You close your mouth and turn away, but my touch continues. I feel wetness starting at your pussy, flowing onto my hand.
We will continue this in the therapy room, you say, shaking your head to gather your senses. You guide me by my hand to the next room, which has a large bed. Standing next to the bed, you say I may kiss or lick anything I want to now.
Within seconds we are entwined, standing, kissing, licking. I work my way downward from your luscious lips. From VS perfumed neck, I kiss and lick down to your tits. Being thorough, I spend equal minutes on each side. Each nipple is standing now, pointing up toward the light. I continue down kissing, licking, tasting. Into your navel and past, down to your promised land. You run your fingers through my curly hair, purring "Eeeeasy, Tiger..."
You jump as my hot tongue touches your clit, then you pull me by my hair toward the bed.
I gently direct you backwards onto the bed, and you comply meekly. As you lay your head back on the pillow, my tongue is already in your pussy. You squeal with delight as I plunge my tongue in and out, reaching up at the same time to playfully tweak your tits.
I can tell you are excited because of the flow of juice from your pussy. You grab my ears and tell me to eat you some more. Then you force my head back down to lap juice off your clit. Soon you cum, a heaving, humping screaming mess. I scramble to lick up all your juice before you pull me up to kiss you. We tongue-kiss for quite awhile, tasting, kissing, enjoying.
You snuggle up to my chest, shivering a bit from your orgasm. Under the covers we talk like old friends. You congratulate me on my oral skills, I tell you what an inspiration you are to an old, sickly man. We laugh and talk some more, then we rest a little, feeling each others heartbeat.
After awhile you stir, and we both visit the bathroom. When I come back you are waiting, with a can of whipped cream. You spray a bit on the top side of my cock, then begin to slowly lick and suck it off. You smartly avoid my cockhead and the sensitive underside. Thanks to Viagra and your attention I achieve a teenager type erection, a real towel hanger. You use your hand to pump it up some more, only pulling at the base, not near the head. You tell me about the leopard print bra you just bought at Victoria Secret. The scent I smell is the new VS perfume, which you charged to my account. Just when I think I can't get any harder, you open your heavenly lips and begin to deep throat my cock.
You push me back this time, and let me watch you blow me. You ask me is this ok, that ok, I can hardly speak. You work me up to orgasm time and time again, then stop, moving to less sensitive areas. My dick is bigger than I've ever seen it. Your tits are bouncing up and down as you suck me off, and my senses are completely overloaded.
Just when I'm ready to close my eyes and cum you order me to look at you. You then look into my eyes as you jack me into your mouth, letting me see each spurt of my sperm as it jets across your lips. Omigod! The perfect blow job!
You soothe me with your voice as I enjoy the afterglow of your skilled ministrations.
