Playing Doctor...
After a long time of fail "relationships"(and by that, I even mean sexual relationships), I stumble upon a personal add that said something like this:
"CAN'T REMEMBER YOUR LAST EXQUISITE TOE-CURLING MOMENT? Is it because you...
Are in-between relationships? Unappreciated by a selfish partner? Whatever your situation, the Doctor understands.
EVERYONE DESERVES TO BE TOUCHED: Another's warm touch is a basic human need. Through role-play therapy, the Doctor will help you embrace your desires and accept them for the natural, healthy, primal urges that they are.
DURING YOUR SESSION the Doctor will begin by asking you a series of intimate questions... Before long the Doctor will have formulated the appropriate therapy for your particular case.
EXAMINATION & TREATMENT: The Doctor will then ask you to disrobe. And you do, because it's important to follow doctor's orders. The Doctor will then direct you to lay you down on the examining table. Before administering a complete and thorough check up, the Doctor will administering treatment.
FULLY EQUIPPED FOR YOUR PLEASURE: Donning white latex gloves and a white lab coat, the doctor will continue his exploration, the Doctor is equipped with a variety of sterilized instruments which he may deploy as he sees fit. Additional therapies will be performed as per each patient's needs and requests. In the event you can’t hold still during your exam, it may become necessary to mildly restrain you with the Doctor’s silk necktie. This is for your own good.
YOUR FIRST VISIT: Upon first entering the doctor’s office, you will feel nervous. How nervous? Very nervous. Almost all first-time patients are. But at the same time you will feel alive with a sense of anticipation and forbidden excitement that has been absent from your life for far too long. Butterflies are completely understandable. And as such, the Doctor’s medicine chest is stocked with fine wine and drink should you care to indulge.
SAFETY, CONFIDENTIALITY & ANONYMITY: Please note that the Doctor will refuse any patient averse to using protection for certain acts that may pose a health risk. The Doctor is also adamant about patient privacy.
NAME YOUR KINK: Is there's something that turns you on or that you've been curious to try? Now's your opportunity to discuss and/or try it. The Doctor is open-minded and resolutely nonjudgmental. He understands that people enjoy a wide spectrum of pleasures and kinks -- and is willing to accommodate you within reason. So speak up.
ABOUT THE DOCTOR: The Doctor is selective about the patients he accepts. And while he rarely has time for house calls, exceptions can be made in certain emergency situations.
CREDENTIALS: The Doctor received his medical training by watching hours and hours of General Hospital, ER, Grey's Anatomy, and porn.
FEMALE NURSE ASSISTANT: If you would feel more comfortable (or turned on) with a female nurse assistant present during your exam, this can be arranged.
FEES: a nice bottle of wine to share will not be refused. Reciprocation? Again, not required. But sure, an inspired Doctor usually makes for a more inspired examination.
REACHING THE END OF YOUR JOURNEY: When your one- to two-hour exam regrettably endsyou will be radiating a mischievous glow. Because tonight you’ve been a naughty girl. And you liked it. You will feel content, fulfilled, exhilarated, and wonder why you waited soooo long to finally surrender to your inner callings. You've read this far and you’re probably thinking “What the fuck! This is so freaky!" Yet, you're strangely intrigued. You’re wondering, “Is this for real?” The Doctor can assure you – it is.
REQUEST AN APPOINTMENT: If you are an independent, free-spirited woman not bound by convention, and would like to see the Doctor, book an appointment, a brief phone screening is required. "
DURING YOUR SESSION the Doctor will begin by asking you a series of intimate questions... Before long the Doctor will have formulated the appropriate therapy for your particular case.
EXAMINATION & TREATMENT: The Doctor will then ask you to disrobe. And you do, because it's important to follow doctor's orders. The Doctor will then direct you to lay you down on the examining table. Before administering a complete and thorough check up, the Doctor will administering treatment.
FULLY EQUIPPED FOR YOUR PLEASURE: Donning white latex gloves and a white lab coat, the doctor will continue his exploration, the Doctor is equipped with a variety of sterilized instruments which he may deploy as he sees fit. Additional therapies will be performed as per each patient's needs and requests. In the event you can’t hold still during your exam, it may become necessary to mildly restrain you with the Doctor’s silk necktie. This is for your own good.
YOUR FIRST VISIT: Upon first entering the doctor’s office, you will feel nervous. How nervous? Very nervous. Almost all first-time patients are. But at the same time you will feel alive with a sense of anticipation and forbidden excitement that has been absent from your life for far too long. Butterflies are completely understandable. And as such, the Doctor’s medicine chest is stocked with fine wine and drink should you care to indulge.
SAFETY, CONFIDENTIALITY & ANONYMITY: Please note that the Doctor will refuse any patient averse to using protection for certain acts that may pose a health risk. The Doctor is also adamant about patient privacy.
NAME YOUR KINK: Is there's something that turns you on or that you've been curious to try? Now's your opportunity to discuss and/or try it. The Doctor is open-minded and resolutely nonjudgmental. He understands that people enjoy a wide spectrum of pleasures and kinks -- and is willing to accommodate you within reason. So speak up.
ABOUT THE DOCTOR: The Doctor is selective about the patients he accepts. And while he rarely has time for house calls, exceptions can be made in certain emergency situations.
CREDENTIALS: The Doctor received his medical training by watching hours and hours of General Hospital, ER, Grey's Anatomy, and porn.
FEMALE NURSE ASSISTANT: If you would feel more comfortable (or turned on) with a female nurse assistant present during your exam, this can be arranged.
FEES: a nice bottle of wine to share will not be refused. Reciprocation? Again, not required. But sure, an inspired Doctor usually makes for a more inspired examination.
REACHING THE END OF YOUR JOURNEY: When your one- to two-hour exam regrettably endsyou will be radiating a mischievous glow. Because tonight you’ve been a naughty girl. And you liked it. You will feel content, fulfilled, exhilarated, and wonder why you waited soooo long to finally surrender to your inner callings. You've read this far and you’re probably thinking “What the fuck! This is so freaky!" Yet, you're strangely intrigued. You’re wondering, “Is this for real?” The Doctor can assure you – it is.
REQUEST AN APPOINTMENT: If you are an independent, free-spirited woman not bound by convention, and would like to see the Doctor, book an appointment, a brief phone screening is required. "
So out of curiosity, and why not, temptation as well, I checked his site, (yes, he has a site). In his site there were testimonials and a blog where people posted comments, among a couple of articles about his "practice" from some known magazines. So the first thought that came to mind was: he is likely not a serial killer, the second thought was: I must be crazy or too desperate to even consider this, and the third one was: I am! And since at the end of the day, life it's not about morals, but safety, I contacted him.
For a while we exchange emails, information and pictures. Till some day we spoke on the phone. Everything seemed pretty "normal" in spite of it, so I gather courage and arranged an appointment. In the beginning I wasn't planning to stay, but meet him, see the place and talk about it in person. I called a gay friend of mine I can tell him pretty much about anything and told him the plan, asked him to call me when there, gave him the address and instructed him to call the police if I didn't pick up. So I went.
Up until the last minute, I didn't know if I was gonna be able to make it, and all the way I was talking to myself: "I can't believe that I'm doing this, that I'm just going to get myself "fixed", I must by crazy!; no, I'm just free; What if he's a pervert; This could be the experience of my lifetime!; How come someone like me ended up like this; "; etc...
I got there, a decent building in a nice neighborhood, hesitated before ringing the bell, closed my eyes like someone who's about to do bungee jumping and since I was already late, rang the bell. I was buzzed in, there was an elevator but walked upstairs instead just to delay the encounter a couple of minutes more just to buy myself time I don't know for what and finally I was in front of his door. The sequence of ringing the bell repeated itself.
He opened the door, he was wearing a withe lab coat, he wasn't quite my type, but I found him interesting, he said: "hello", Y responded: "I can't do this". So he invite me to talk about it, he open a bottle of wine that I sipped half of on an empty stomach and started breathing again. The conversation was very entertaining... he was a writer creating a fantasy world for himself and anybody who could care to join him, and I was starting to feel that this could be the answer to my otherwise sexless experience.
Long story short, I stayed...
Well... after all this build up, you probably want the long story and in detail, so here it goes:
He send me to the bathroom to change into a disposable gown. I returned to the "treatment" room and he made an "intake" of me, in which he asked the most intimate questions that I hesitated to respond, but he took down note of everything, from my boundaries to my desires and preferences... I sipped even more wine, I was already dizzy. He made me sit on the table and open my gown on the front, looked at my nakedness with inquisitive eyes, my heart as pounding… then placed himself behind me as not to embarrass me any longer, and surrounding his arm from my back, started a "breast exam". His touch was almost imperceptible, barely caressing me, over sensitizing the surface of my skin, I got goose-pons... I closed my eyes and lost track of him, till I felt the moist warmth of his lips sensing my nipples...
He made me stand up, and took my gown off, turned me round and madre me bend over slowly, as to check for irregularities, he slid his finger down my spine, vertebra by vertebra till he reached my coxis... then ordered me to open my legs as to examine if everything looked "normal", he pulled out a flash light that blinded me when I tried to spy between my legs, I never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, I was gasping for air... I could feel his breath on my buttocks, my insides throbbing, his hands slightly working their way up my legs to meet my fluids running down my thighs...
He escorted me to the treatment table, told me to lie facing down and started palpating my trembling body... he started massaging my shoulders, his touch was now firm and secure, his hands reassuring and comfortable, he relaxed me, my breathing paced, he was working on my pains, I felt melting on the table. He tenderly pulled my hair, as massaging my scalp. He started working on my neck and worked his way down my back... he reached my gluts, grab them with confidence and kneading them slow and sultry... slid down my legs, pulling them apart... he continued at my feet, I knew he was watching me, I contracted… he worked his way up with amazing patience and dedication, he spread my legs further… By the time he almost meet my genitals, he played around them, teasing me, making me ache for it... I was fighting internally between surrendering and resisting, I wiggled barely lifting my butt as inviting him, but he spanked me with his hand straight between my cheeks, slightly slapping my pussy with each thrust, I contracted my muscles as a reflex response in anticipation to the next slap, but he told me to turn around, facing upwards.
Now I was deprived and my front body naked exposed hundir his eyes, I was embarrassed, my heartbeat racing and I could feel my blood in every inch of my body... he did't loose his cool. He started all over again, discipating my drive. First my face... I closed my eyes... to feel more, to fear less, to withdraw myself from the spectacle that was taking place, even the dim lights were causing me photophobia, he took notice and blindfolded me... I could let go, yet I couldn't but open my mouth and look for his in the dark, the idea of sex without kissing was so foreign to me, now I understand why prostitutes don't kiss... he didn't respond, he left me there: hungry, thirsty, while working elsewhere...
Again his touch was more on a therapeutic note, confusing me, playing with my rhythm... his hands calm, strong yet soft, working on my arms, distracting my energy, then to be re-directed to my torso one more time... the breath increasing again: deep, sound... I didn't know what to expect... he massaged around my breasts, gentle but firm, his fingers played with my nipples, teasing... brushing... squeezing... his mouth suckling at them, his teeth slightly bitting them...
He continue down my stomach, which was now spasming, he alternated strokes as to add contrast, surprise and build expectation... at times it tickled... I was overwhelmed with sensations... I started to loose track of them and like a void I fell inside myself, couldn't hold still anymore, the energy was taking over my body, I started tossing and twisting, he restrained my wrists to one another splitting my attention to my extremities... He started working on my feet again, mine are sooo sensitive... then my calfs, my knees, my thighs... they were wat from the oils blending with my fluids, his hands got very slippery and continue their way around my genitals... I was torn between erotism and self-consciousness… I almost attemped to resist as a reflex, but my wrists bounded liberated me from my "independece".
He massaged above my pussy, the sides, under... I felt it pulsating... he grabbed my outer lips and stretched them, twist them, rubbed them... then the inner lips, same thing... place a finger above my clitoris and lifted the hood, while the other hand slipped inside me... the tip of his tongue touched my clit, while his other fingers played with my vulva, further invading my vagina, simultaneously stimulating my G spot... his mouth became a vacuum over my folds... breath and heartbeat speeding,
He turned me round again and lifted my but in the air, leaving me to rest on my chest and my knees, he put on a latex glove and pour more oil between my cheeks, the oil runned down my back and dripped from my anus… he started to massage around my anal region, first in circles, then up and down bypassing the area… his left finger slid inside softly, massaging internally… with his right hand the grabbed a vibrator with an attachment for vaginal penetration as well as external stimulation and he placed it in/ on my genitals… It was as if my lungs couldn't cope with my body's demands for oxygen, my heart didn't find enough space in my chest to keep up the pulse, my whole being felt the tingling sensation of falling asleep, I couldn't feel anything but my insides, a convulsion took over and I felt exploiting form my guts!
My mind abandoned my body for a blissful moment in which I was one again, one with the whole, one with life, inside there was silence, outside I started screaming, so he placed a hand on my mouth, while
he slid me to the end of the table and fold me over the edge, in a matter of seconds he open his lab coat, pulled down his zipper and put on a condom, while my body was half laying on my stomach and my legs hanging apart, feet barely reaching the floor... I felt him penetrating me hard and deep, my womb pressed against the table made me feel him even deeper... he was trusting strong and steady… I lost track of my orgasms, since they became a long continued roller coaster of extasy and exhaustion till I almost fainted. Afterwards he went for a moist warm piece of cloth and started cleaning me tenderly, thoroughly... he swiped my back from his left-overs and mine...
He covered me with a towel, released my wrists, took the silk tie from my eyes and booked me for a follow up next week. I was drunk, wasted, empty yet full... I was at peace...
Mrs. Robinson Vs. Karate Kid...
Mrs. Robinson Vs. Karate Kid...
Every time I post a personal add, I aim for men in their early to mid fortyies since I'm in my late thirties, but instead I get responses from men in their twenties, 'cuz cougars are "in", or men in their fifties, that now feel ready to settle down (hahaha). Obviously I don't see myself with any of them, because the "babies" are not ready, and the "oldies" think they are ready, only to find out that since they had lived most of their life as bachelors and are set in their ways, they have no idea of how to go about a relationship, and most of them call it off at the first sign of PMS, ("Please Make it Stop", lol).
Anyway, since I was in the plan of having fun, at least for the summer, which is less likely to backfire than trying to find love, I chose to go with the youngster. The kid was in his late twenties, (Saturn return, for who cares to know)... Basically, a turning point in human life, the passage of the twenties into the thirties, a growing crisis that makes people so interesting... They question everything life was until then, maybe to end up choosing the same old ways in the end, but not without contamplating, if not trying, the opposite. Interesting times...
This kid was smooth, I could tell he was with older women before, he knew how to carry himself, how to approach a woman, something that under his opinion, didn't work with twenty year old girls who are more into demonstrating that they don't need a man due to their insecurities, than into finding a good mate. An I can relate, I only need to look back to realize that all my efforts to persue the right guy, were vain in the light of the wrong attitude.
We went out for a lovely dinner with good wine and candle lights, then we head out for a walk and under the shade of a tree, he unexpectedly grabed my wrist and pulled my body next to him bending my arm backwards behind my waist... I put my other hand agains his chest on a reflex reaction not to crush against him, he put his other hand over mine and drove it to his heart, making me feel his excitement, our bodies were tight together and I felt his breath over my lips, he slowly inched forward to kiss me tenderly, just to withdraw when I responded, forcing me to reach out for it and then he kissed me pasionately... we walked to the park and and he drag me to the dark spots where he locked me between his arms to kiss my neck and slide his mouth down my cleavage while my eyes were scanning the area in the fear and thrill of being discovered... we ended up fooling around and holding hands in the park like two adolescents. He made me feel like a teen again, and boy! wasn't that the trick to get a woman... I melted, I almost thought I could fall in love...
Because at the end of the day, I'm not a teen, we also had a conversation, lol... if it were for him, my mouth sole purspose of existance, was to kiss him, not bad, but after a while I got a rash... I found out in our conversation, that we had an interest in common: martial arts!
I had started martial arts classes because I wanted to have fun. I'm someone who needs to enjoy what I do, gyms don't do it for me, while partnering dancing and martial arts, are "contact non-sports", that race my body and ease my mind... I get a good excersice and I learn something, too... but when the other is a man, the contact can be very sensual, (even in fighting, specially in fighting)...
So I thought, that it was a great oportunity! I got someone to practice with and we were free to get frisky, too. Something that in class had to be repressed, only adding up to it... but while I wanted to fight, he wanted to make love... and I was supposed to be the girl here! something was wrong with this picture...
We ended up in bed and all his youth was manifesting in a rush to get his potency out of his system, while I was just getting tuned up, so his stamina and virility didn't serve me that well... I was supposed to be the one to "teach"him, but hello, he wasn't that young! he should have known better! and at this point, I knew that whatever work I could put into this guy, was gonna be enjoyed by someone else... not that that's a problem, except that I didn't want us to be just a trainning for him then to move on.
So I forgot all about my "disciple" and kept on going to my martial arts classes and getting turned on, every time a guy would force me into a submission pose.
