The Turney Method

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Candidate: Andrew Coe /M/Hetero

Experience: 10 years philosophy professor, JD; 10 years Harvard Sexual Mentor, PhD - SM; 6 years private practice

Client Letters of Recommendation: Clayra/29/Female/Hetero

To Whom it May Concern,

I highly recommend Drew for a position as a Sexual Mentor at UofM. For complete transparency, I am a UofM alumnus. Go Mounties! In fact, my first sexual awakenings blossomed at the hands of Professor Krandall and Professor "Soup Can" Jordan. I can attest

they had a difficult job with my young, inexperienced body, but their tutelage impacted every sexual encounter in my life - from my first discotech sex, to my flatmate and her well-hung partner this morning, sandwiched between their bodies. If anybody can perform this extremely important public service, it's Dr. Coe.

Last year I had the absolute pleasure of finding my way to Dr. Coe's (Drew's) doorstep. He was my first private-pay Sexual Mentor, and will likely be my last due to his incredibly effective methods, and an open door policy for prior clients. (In fact, last week I referred my cousin Cherry, for which Dr. Coe was so grateful he gave me a free session for "animal play" next week - I love the fox tail anal plug!)

When I first booked with Drew, I was fairly confident I didn't need therapeutic mentoring. I thought I simply needed a good weekly fuck. I was dampening my panties by noon every day during that time. A long,hard weekly fuck with an extremely well endowed professional was finally within reach. I had just landed my dream job at Corner & 5th, and as a junior partner I had a real, adult person salary. I could now get pedicures, buy name-brand, and pay to have my legs opened by one of the most sought after

Sexual Mentors in the city. It's cliche, but there I was.

Through our sessions, I discovered many of my UofM skills were rusty!. It shouldn't have been a surprise, since I had long neglected to "assume the position" in public heat stations when my eyelet lips were wet and my yearning was pounding against my panties. Drew saw my heart wasn't in it, my eyelet was tentative, and my neglect of sexual life led to loss of connectivity with Drew during sessions. Turns out, in my rush to finish school and get a job. "I let the grind keep me from grinding," as the saying goes. I needed his therapy.

We began regular therapeutic sessions to reclaim my sexual powers and massage my eyelet. I threw myself into his care. I can attest that my body has never been taught so thoroughly, and so kindly.

As you have requested, I will detail some of

the techniques and activities that led to my healing and health: At our first formal therapeutic session Drew used the Turnkey method where he instructed me to undress to the level of my comfort, then play with my body as I watched him primal-breed a beautiful woman. His home office was a large room with rich wood furniture, plush skin rugs, a crackling fireplace, and a tall king bed. I love the soft, yellow glow of his space! It was always warm, as Drew is notoriously

opposed to the cold. Before we began, he instructed me that the Turnkey method required I not interact with him or his lover during their primal-breed. Instead, I was to observe the sexual tableau as though they were a hologram. They would consider me a hologram likewise.

Although the Turnkey method has been criticized for problematic power dynamics, I always felt completely at ease with and mutual yearning from Drew. He was merely my guide. In fact, I was so comfortable with his clinical care that I swiftly removed my tanktop and shorts. Then, dripping wet, naked, and in a deep heat, I spread my legs in anticipation of my voyeuristic therapy.

The woman who perched herself in the assumed position was older than me. She was probably his contemporary; perhaps his lover or wife. She had long red, curly hair, an athletic body, large pendulous breasts. I love watching this type of playful feline-ish woman. She doned a slightly furry, beautiful, womanly pussy.

To my surprise, instead of displaying the typical response to a presenting woman, by spearing her eyelet from behind, Drew playfully slithered under her body and they fucked one another in a tangled koi, her mouth exploring his large, meaty, dark, pendulous balls, and his long, full lips

nibbling her tiny tent. They engaged in hot, groaning, slow, sexual intimacy. It was like watching master artists. I was so moved I pulled small ropes of warm creamy juices from my over-spilling eyelet. Their mouths interlocked upon one another's genitals - eyelet to mouth and mount to mouth. His mount was fully taut, her slit was dripping from his deep, slow tongue thrusts. I

orgasmed, eyes shut from the ecstasy of what I had witnessed.

When I opened my eyes I saw he had mounted her from behind, grunting in a primal-breed. As they observed my dripping, pleasured, young, firm body, their sexual energy lifted to a frenzy.

Her eyelet pulsed pink, stretched and swollen with his girth. Her breasts swayed. He was strong, athletic, with midnight tattoos on his arms, he reached around and held her breasts while she threw her butt into his musky, glistening mount. He let out a near deafening, low groan and sprayed his thick cream deep past her stretched eyelet, filling her aching womb. She cried out in pleasure and pain and clenched up as her body grabbed his shaft to hold him in through a

powerful orgasm. (A classic primal-breed maneuver.)

At that moment I realized the Turnkey method worked! Drew was a genius. In this single session he helped orgasm through social-modeling and freedom to explore my sexual self. I releasd much of my pent-up inhibitions and felt more ready than ever to freely spread my legs and give into my body's drives.

He is a master at his craft and seeks to fulfil ancient rites and oral traditions. He has finely tuned tools, primal passion, and a burning fire in caring for women/clients because we are his muses, and his reason for being. He can please several women a day. He is a well-trained and highly educated man, but what sets Drew apart is that he worships women. In the way of the ancient hetero males spent the majority of their awake hours getting their mounts wet and caring deeply for the women who opened to them.

Although the orgasm was nice, I was 24 years old, yearning and ovulating, and would need to find a heat station soon. I was brooding with an empty eyelet. Then...my phone buzzed with a text from Drew saying,

"So sorry I could not extend your session today. Your Heat App alerted me you

were yearning past 85% after the session. Please come to a private, free session at my home office tonight. I would love the chance to fill your wet, swollen, young, tight, and eager eyelet. Please don't go to a heat station!"

I spun on my heels back to his home office.

I soon discovered Drew had planned this night for a therapeutic session all along. What he taught my body next provides evidence of another example of Drew's expert mentorship and care. (TBC...Spoiler alert: my pussy is dripping just recalling these events. I can't wait to tell you!)