The Sex Therapist

[StylusMaximus]

Closed for Sidney_1

Dr. Richard Parker smiled and waved as Mrs. Jenkins waddled out of his office. As soon as the door was closed, he sighed and shook his head. When he had decided to specialize in sex therapy, he thought his clients would be a little more... interesting. Instead, his practice was a seemingly endless parade of bitter women, mostly in their late 50s and early 60s, who couldn't understand why their husbands didn't pay any attention to them.

Well, you're fat, you're mean, and you refuse to perform oral sex, he often thought but never said. Most of his clients weren't truly interested in improving themselves or their marriages. They just wanted him to agree with them that their husbands were assholes.

He looked as his calendar and sighed again. He pressed a button on his phone.

"Okay, Julie, go ahead and send in Mrs. Kowalski whenever she gets here," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor, I forgot to tell you," Julie said over the phone. "Mrs. Kowalski is in Europe this week, she cancelled yesterday. But I did fill the appointment for this hour with a new patient and she is here now. Shall I show her in?"

A new patient? Dr. Parker thought. Terrific. Here we go again.

"Please do," he said into the phone.

A moment later, his office door opened and a slender young woman walked into his office. Slender and young. That was a surprise. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She was lean and fit, like a runner. She had a fresh, pretty face, but it was clouded with doubt, just like all of his new patients.

Julie stepped into the room behind her. "This is Catherine Davis, Dr. Parker," she said. "Ms. Davis, Dr. Richard Parker." Julie handed him a thin file folder, then left the room and closed the door behind her.

Catherine smiled at him weakly and offered her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Doctor," she said.

Dr. Parker took her hand and smiled broadly. "Good afternoon, Ms. Davis!" he exclaimed. "Thank you for coming in today. Please, have a seat."

He gestured at the high-backed leather chair facing his desk and she sat down to face him. He sat behind his desk and looked into her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked away nervously.

"Well, let's see here," he said, opening her file and skimming it quickly. "So you are 31 years old, you have been married for 6 years to... Michael Davis, you have one girl, Elizabeth, who is 3. Very good."

He closed the file. "So, Ms. Davis," he said, "how can I help you today?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine sighed and hugged her small purse into her body. It took all her will to direct her gaze at Dr. Parker. It was a miracle she had even confessed her issues with her OB-GYN nurse practitioner. And now here she was, three weeks later, seeing a sexual therapist.

“Yes, that’s true. Everything should be very good, and for the most part it is. But, ever since I had Elizabeth, I just have not felt the same sexually. I don’t have the sex drive that I used to have. I feel guilty and I don’t want to deprive my husband, but I am not inspired by our sex life. We’ve just gotten into a rut or something. I’m also finding it much more challenging to achieve an orgasm, which also never used to be an issue. I know sex is a huge issue in marriages, so I’m just trying to be pro-active and see if – well- I hope you can help me. Nancy recommended you, but she didn’t give details about what to expect, so I’m a little nervous. I’m also a very private person.”

Catherine brushed a thick tuft of blonde hair back away from her blue eyes and uncrossed her legs and shifted position in the stiff leather chair. She glanced down at her purse, and then back to Dr. Parker.

“My nurse practitioner doesn’t think it’s anything hormonal or physical, but I’m still not convinced. Regardless, my marriage is important to me. . . so, here I am. Since I wasn’t given much detail, can you explain what to expect during a session with you?”

Catherine could feel her cheeks flush, almost scared to hear what to expect. There was something about Dr. Parker that felt commanding and direct and she felt it best not to waste his time.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker had to smile as he watched Catherine blush and shift nervously in her chair.

A young woman who is embarrassed to talk about sex, he thought. It was so... refreshing. And charming, really. He liked her immediately.

"Well, Ms. Davis, I think you've come to the right place and I'm hopeful that I can help you," he said gently. "First of all, let me tell you that there is nothing wrong with you being uncomfortable or even a little embarrassed here today. Sex in our society is a private matter and it always feels unusual to make it public, especially with someone you've never met."

He watched her face closely.

"But of course, that's why you're here and that's why I'm here," he continued. "For this therapy to be a success, you and I will need to discuss some very personal and private details about your sexuality -- details about your sex life, of course, but perhaps even more importantly, what you think about your sex life."

He watched Catherine as he spoke. He wasn't sure, but he thought she may have blushed even more as she listened to him.

"What you have described for me today -- decreased libido after several years of marriage, particularly after the birth of children -- is extremely common. But that doesn't mean that the problem is common, or that the solution is simple. Before I can help you find your sex drive again, I have to learn all kinds of things about you and determine why it has diminished."

Dr. Parker cleared his throat.

"So my therapy, as you might call it, depends quite a bit upon you. As we begin, you and I will simply talk about you and sex -- your thoughts, feelings, and actions, now and in the past. We will talk about your 'turn-ons' and 'turn-offs' and where those triggers come from.

"Then, if need be, we will do a complete physical examination to make sure that your problem is not physical or hormonal, as you said. I am a medical doctor, so I can do the exam and make any diagnosis right here in my offices.

"Finally, my services may also include sexual surrogacy if necessary. That means I may need to instruct you, demonstrate for you or even perform for you certain sexual techniques and methods that will help you complete the road to becoming a fully realized, sexually complete person."

He studied Catherine's face for a reaction but couldn't detect anything.

"So that is my practice in a nutshell," he said. "If you feel ready, we can talk some more today, or you can go home and think about it and let me know if you want to proceed. Or, if you have any other questions right now, I'll be happy to answer them."

He smiled again and leaned back in his chair.

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine sighed with relief. She hadn’t told Michael that she was seeing Dr. Parker and had hoped that it would be an issue that she could just “talk out” or take a pill to treat. For all she knew, he could have been just as bored by their sex life, although he was always the one initiating sex.

Catherine studied Dr. Parker and knew she had to make a quick decision whether to trust him or not. God, he was kind of sexy! He had her same coloring and appeared fit and athletic. The initial therapy seemed harmless enough and she could always stop attending if she felt it wasn’t beneficial.

“Yes, Dr. Parker, I’d like to proceed. I’m comfortable with your process, and I realize it might be challenging and embarrassing, but I really would like to get back to feeling like a sexual person. So, I’m going to choose to trust you and continue with our session.”

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker smiled. "Excellent," he said. "And I appreciate that you used the word 'trust.' Trust is important in the kinds of intimate conversations we will be having. And I want you to know that you can trust me, for two reasons."

She has such a fresh, pretty face, he thought to himself as he talked. And she's lean and fit--I love her sexy little body. I wonder what her dirtiest fantasy is?

Dr. Parker felt a tingle in his loins and then abruptly snapped himself out of his little reverie.

Easy there, Doc, he said to himself. First attractive patient you've seen in months and you're already lusting after her. Just keep it clinical and professional. Doctor. Patient. That's it.

He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat.

"Yes, two reasons," he said, stammering a bit. "First, you should know that our conversations are absolutely confidential. I am prevented by law and the ethics board from disclosing anything you tell me to anyone, even your husband."

"And secondly, I tell you this as your doctor: even if there were no rule against it, I would never, ever divulge anything you say, or do, in this room. I am your doctor, you are my patient, and my oath is to protect you and help you. And part of that is being absolutely trustworthy and discreet."

"So I want you to speak freely and openly with me, whenever we are here. You can trust me."

He smiled again and nodded, then leaned forward in his chair a bit.

"All right, Ms. Davis, let's begin," he said kindly. "Tell me about the first time you remember being sexually aroused. What happened and why did it turn you on?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine flushed, widening her eyes, taken aback by the question. Oh God, she had a horrible memory. It felt like she and Michael had been together . . . forever.

“Hmm, let me give it some thought for a second,” Catherine said, toying with the strap of her purse and biting her lip.

She racked her memory trying to recall a significant event that had turned her on versus off. Sex seemed to omnipresent in the background of her American life. And the suddenly, she had a flash of memory like a movie clip.

“Oh—well, I guess the first time that I became aware of . . . or wanted a boyfriend was when I was at sleepaway camp when I was thirteen. It was a combination sleep-away camp and tennis camp. It was for both boys and girls. Anyway, one night, a bunch of us were in the woods telling ghost stories. I was the only girl from my cabin that had gone out. So, as I was walking back to my cabin, I passed near the counselor’s area. . . and my counselor was making love with one of the male counselors on the trampoline. At first, I just heard them, but I also could see their shadows. They kissed a lot and that’s what I really liked. He made a lot of moaning sounds and would play with her hair. Anyway, I somehow found that . . .arousing and I wondered if someone would ever love me like that.”

Catherine sighed and shuddered. That was so long ago. It was kind of a weird thing to witness now that she considered it.

“I honestly can’t believe that I recalled that event. I seem to have a horrible memory for events and details that most people can recall easily.”

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker listened carefully and intently. He could tell that Catherine was embarrassed even in the telling of a sweet, tame memory.

She is adorable, he thought.

"Interesting," he said. "So that night, when you saw and heard your camp counselor making love... was that the first time you ever masturbated?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine froze for a minute. Dr. Parker spoke so matter-of-factly about such private matters.

“Um, no, I was a really late bloomer. I got my period when I was thirteen, but l had some personal tragedies, and lost a lot of weight and I lost my period for a few years. I probably didn’t masturbate until I was about sixteen or seventeen. By then I had started to have cycles again. I have no idea how I ever discovered my clitoris, but I did,” Catherine laughed nervously.

Catherine hoped that all this questioning was going to lead her out of her present problem. She hated to think about this time in her life. All that teenage awkwardness . . .

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker nodded approvingly. Catherine was obviously embarrassed by the bluntness of his questions but she was answering anyway, and her answers were frank and direct.

She may be embarrassed, but she's not ashamed, he thought. That was good.

"That's very good, Catherine, thank you," he said. He realized he had called her "Catherine" for the first time. He usually kept things more formal.

"Or should I say, Ms. Davis. I appreciate your candor. But I want to know a little bit more about your first masturbation experience. What were the circumstances that led you to 'find your clitoris?' What especially aroused you that day?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“You can call me Catherine. I’m not being avoidant, I really just have a poor memory. But, I know the people that I babysat for had some erotic books by Anais Nin and I would read the stories. And then I bought a copy of one her short story collections at a used books store. And that’s what started it, although I didn’t like all the stories. So, I would read them, imagine the action, and touch myself after reading the story. Those were my first masturbatory experiences. And before you ask- no, I do not like and have never liked porn. That’s a huge turn-off for me.”

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker smiled.

Catherine.

He really wanted to help her. She seemed genuinely upset about her marriage and wanted to improve her sex life. It was odd, though, that she couldn't seem to remember much about her first sexual experiences. Most people remembered them vividly. But he knew all too well that sexuality fell across a huge spectrum of thoughts and behaviors.

"It's quite all right if you don't remember everything, Catherine," he said soothingly. "And there are no 'right' or 'wrong' answers here. It certainly makes no difference to me whether you like erotic writing, or not, or whether you like pornography, or not."

He paused for a moment.

"Let's jump forward to the present for a minute," he said. "What thoughts or ideas really turn you on now? What do you imagine when you masturbate now? What images or feelings play themselves out in your mind right before you climax? What is a fantasy or scenario that absolutely drives you crazy with lust?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Well, that’s part of the problem, I guess. I’m just tired. I’d like to go to the Caribbean for two weeks by myself and not even think about sex or anything. The only time I get urges is right before my cycle starts and then I’ll masturbate.”

Catherine blushed when she realized what she fantasized about most of the time.

“I fantasize about being . . . well, please don’t take this the wrong way. I am not manipulating you. I am here for sincere reasons and out of concern for my marriage as I stated earlier. But, as embarrassed as I am to be here in reality, I do fantasize and am filled with lust by the idea of being examined gently by a doctor. I fantasize about him touching me and making me orgasm. I’m sorry; I can’t share any more details. You’re going to think I’m crazy and I’m not.”

Catherine hung her head in her hands. Maybe this wasn’t the right thing to do after all. There was no way Dr. Parker was going to take her seriously now.

“Does that fantasy have any deeper meaning?” Catherine asked, her head still hidden in her hands.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker's breath caught in his throat.

Oh my God.

When he heard Catherine describe her fantasy, he saw a series of images flash through his mind. He saw Catherine naked in his examination chair, her legs spread wide in the stirrups. He saw a close-up image of her pretty pink vagina, the delicate lips open and shining with wetness. He saw himself standing beside her chair, whispering in her ear as his hand moved between her legs and his fingers slid across her clitoris. He saw Catherine arch her back and cry out as she climaxed against his hand.

He saw all of these visions in a split second. Again he had to snap himself back to the present. He felt his penis stiffening uncomfortably in his pants and he had to adjust himself discreetly. He tried to maintain his composure and professional demeanor as Catherine buried her head in her hands, embarrassed again.

He cleared his throat and straightened his tie.

"Catherine, you're not crazy at all," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "And don't worry--I don't think you're manipulating me at all. The kind of fantasy you're describing is very common among women. Extremely common, in fact. Many women fantasize about men they perceive to be... powerful, or even dominant. They may project feelings of comfort and safety on to those types of men, men who are in control and authoritative."

He tried to smile playfully. "Or they may just think older doctors are hot."

She was avoiding having to look at him, hiding her head with embarrassment. Dr. Parker pressed the heel of his hand against his throbbing erection, trying to force it to subside. He tried not to re-visit those visions of his patient naked in his examination chair.

"So I can't tell you for sure if your fantasy has a deeper meaning or not," he said. "Why do you think that scenario is such a powerful turn-on for you?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine smiled at the 'older doctor' comment, and lifted her head to make eye contact with Dr. Parker. Whew, this was more emotionally challenging than she thought it would be.

Dr. Parker was probably only a decade older than she. But, there was some truth to his joking statement. . .she did find herself drawn to a doctor who was just a bit older than herself but still in good, physical shape. She could feel her pelvis muscles contract at just the idea of her fantasy. Oh thank God, she was alive after all.

Catherine exhaled as she considered Dr. Parker’s question.

“That’s a good question, Dr. Parker. It’s a relief to hear that I’m not the only freak to have this fantasy. And now you’re helping me understand why I have it. You’re right; I think I project feelings of comfort and safety onto the men in this fantasy. I’m also turned on by the idea that they have experience and know the body so well. I fantasize that they are expert sexual lovers. Mind you, this is just a fantasy; I know that no such thing exists in reality.

I-I also really like the idea that there is no guilt whatsoever. It’s also a turn on to be weighed, measured—my breasts and hips- perhaps even as a nurse watches and records—and then for a manual exam to take a while as I’m examined everywhere, but with a minimal of invasive instruments. Speculums actually gross me out, but perhaps I could imagine one that is very soft and gentle.

But, mostly, I just love the idea that . . .perhaps I’m even lightly restrained . . . my thighs, or one of my arms as you assess each breast. …and I get turned on by your exam. .. . and then it becomes more obviously sexual in nature. And perhaps during these sessions, I orgasm much more intensely than I ever have, as the doctor coaches me through it and helps me through all the scary places where I tense up and have a hard time letting go and being vulnerable and enjoying sex.

I’m sorry I’m rambling. It’s a tough fantasy to explain. . . the appeal. I have so many variations of it. But, it’s been my main fantasy for years now.”

Catherine looked at Dr. Parker for a reaction. She could imagine that many of his clients were attracted to him. She felt relieved that she was finally able to confess her fantasies to him. How was she so out of touch with herself?! But, the sexual feelings and memories were returning now and she found herself getting a bit aroused just from talking about it.

She flapped the sides of her navy blazer, trying to cool herself off, and then removed it, revealing a simple, thin button up white blouse.

 

[StylusMaximus]

As Catherine talked in detail about her doctor-patient fantasy, Dr. Parker's penis continued to rise until it was fully erect. He had to shift his pants again to allow his erection to point straight up, pressed against his pelvis.

He had never been this aroused in during a session with a patient before. Certainly his patients talked about their sexual thoughts and desires, and it was always intriguing to find out what kinky secrets lurked in the minds of his female patients. But most of his patients weren't attractive in any way and most of them described fantasies that didn't particularly excite him.

But now here was Catherine, a beautiful young woman. He watched her as she removed her blazer. He could tell she was very fit, lean and trim from regular exercise. As a long distance runner himself, Dr. Parker appreciated the time and effort it took to maintain a healthy, sexy body like Catherine's.

And then, Catherine told him that her ultimate sexual fantasy was to be examined and stimulated by a doctor. "I get turned on by your exam," she had said. Was she imagining him conducting the exam? His erection throbbed in his pants at the possibility.

Dr. Parker often performed physical examinations of his patients, and of course he tested their sexual response. It was always clinical and professional, and he always remained detached from the sexuality of his patients. But the way Catherine described it was incredibly intimate and erotic, and again he saw those images flash in his mind, imagining her naked and splayed open, his hands moving over her breasts, her stomach, sliding between her legs...

He shook his head and looked at Catherine. She wasn't averting her eyes any more, but looking steadily right back at him. He took a drink of water from the glass on his desk.

Keep it professional, Richard.

"Catherine, you're not a freak at all," he said finally. "In fact, that is a very sexy fantasy of yours, and I'm not just saying that because I'm a doctor."

He chuckled a bit. "You know, role playing can actually be a sexy, intimate way for couples to reconnect and reinvigorate their sex lives. Have you ever told" -- he looked down at his file -- "have you ever told Michael about this recurring fantasy of yours? Have you ever asked him to 'play doctor' with you and give you a thorough examination?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“I’ve honestly never considered role-playing. This is such a private and personal fantasy, I almost don’t want to share it with him. And you know what they say about fantasy being sexier or more exciting than reality. But, that’s a good idea. . . to role play. Perhaps with a different scenario. I guess we’ve never had to use a box of tricks to keep our sex lives fun. It was usually. . . just fun. Now it just feels like a chore that is unattended. But, sex is really important to men. . .it’s how they feel loved and connected to women, so I need to find a way to genuinely feel excited and sexual. I’m way too young and early in my marriage to feel this sense of … apathy, boredom.. . I don’t know.”

Catherine shook her head, unable to make sense of her feelings or her emotions. Maybe she was just bored with herself and her life even though it looked great to everyone else on the outside.

She wondered if Dr. Parker was married. Did he ever get bored in his marriage? Did he have amazing sex with his hot wife? Or, who knows, maybe he was dating another professional in his field. Catherine felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought.

“Maybe Michael and I just need to take a trip without Elizabeth. . .a long weekend. . . and maybe then I’ll feel some sexual desire return. I wish there was just a pill that I could take that would make me want to have more sex with my husband,” Catherine laughed, rolling her eyes.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker nodded. "I understand your reluctance, Catherine," he said. "Telling another person what really turns you on always puts you in a vulnerable position. There's always the danger that the other person won't find your fantasy sexy, or interesting. And that can be a devastating kind of rejection."

He smiled. "On the other hand, there is nothing so wonderful and so... liberating as a person who knows all of your deepest, darkest turn-ons and accepts them, and you, completely. I have some... unusual predilections myself, and I've been very fortunate to find women who encouraged me to express myself both verbally and physically."

He could still feel his erection pressing against his pants, but he felt like he had everything under control.

"But you may be right and it may be a little soon to tell Michael your hottest fantasy," he continued. "So let's begin at the beginning."

He paused for a moment. "I know you've said your desire has decreased and that sex with your husband feels like a chore. I guess the question would be -- what would your ideal sex life be? Remove all morality and judgments from the equation and just focus on what you would really want."

"If you could wave a magic wand and create the Perfect Sex Life for Catherine Davis, what would it look like? What kinds of things would you like to do? How often would you like to do them? With just Michael, or with other people? The sky is the limit. What would make you a satisfied sexual person?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine laughed, her blue eyes wide with surprise and wonder.

“Wow, you ask good questions. Things I have never considered. I get so caught up in what my life IS versus what I want for myself. Let me think for a minute.”

Dr. Parker held her gaze, and Catherine knew he was studying her. His nonjudgmental attitude put her at ease and it almost felt like a relief to talk about and confess her fears of sexual inadequacy.

Catherine pulled up the sleeves of her blouse and caressed her arms.

“Hmmm, my perfect sex life . . . with no concerns for morals or my reality of being married. Well, first off, I would never have sex unless I wanted it 100%. I wouldn’t do it out of guilt. Michael is really sweet and understanding, but part of marriage is generosity, and give and take. But, in my perfect sex life, I wouldn’t give unless I wanted to give 100%.”

Catherine laughed; she sounded like a Queen bee. Oh God, what were the rest of Dr. Parker’s questions? This was so ridiculous that she was now fighting a case of serious giggles. Serious giggles? Who coined that term anyway?

“What else? Oh, my perfect sex life. I actually don’t want it every day or every other, or any sort of set routine. A date night shouldn’t guarantee it. Sometimes I’d love it to be spontaneous, like we just wake up, touch, and start fucking or making love. And sometimes, I think it would be sexy if we made a plan and had a special dinner and private time. I do prefer long sexual sessions, though, if we’re talking about my dream. A lot of foreplay. So, I guess that would be about twice a week?

I think I’m realizing—I’m literally realizing this right now as I talk to you—that I need to be more playful in a global sense—before I can feel more playful and think about sex and feel adventurous and creative. Being a Mom just sort of threw me, I guess. I can’t dial it back to be a carefree twenty-something. Anyway—

Sometimes I see or meet a man and I find him sexually appealing for a number of reasons. But, it’s not like I would cheat. If I do fantasize about a man, it’s never someone I know. . . it’s usually someone anonymous like in the doctor scenario that I shared with you.

I’d also be very sexually satisfied if I worked less, perhaps part-time and I had more time for myself. I’d feel more energetic and attractive, I think. I don’t like how my life feels like one big rush or to-do list. Having sex is the opposite of that kind of feeling and it’s tough for me to switch gears. I know a bomb can be going off and a man can remain focused on the moment, but I am different. No offense to men, but you know what I mean. It’s hard for me to focus on sex, no less losing myself to an orgasm. Oh, and I wish I had had more sex with more men and had orgasms with them. I do fantasize about that I guess, but with no one in particular.

I feel like I’m rambling. . . I’m sorry, this is harder than I thought. . .talking about my sexual thoughts and feelings. I’m sure there is more if I gave this more thought. Did I answer your question Dr. Parker? Is there any hope for me?”

Catherine sighed again, wishing she had a glass of water. She was starting to feel a little light-headed. This was heavy, heady stuff.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker smiled. "There is certainly hope for you, Catherine," he said. "You're going to be just fine. The first thing you need to do is try to stop worrying about whether you are 'normal' or not. In my experience, there is no 'normal.' What you want sexually, what you desire -- those things come from animal instinct, pure and simple. We -- and by we, I mean people -- we can control our behaviors, but not our desires. We like to pretend that we are polite, civilized beings living in an advanced society, and of course that's true in many avenues. But when it comes to sex -- when it comes to what we really want -- we are animals, as primitive as the rutting beasts in the jungle."

He chuckled a bit. "I didn't mean to get all philosophical on you there, but the point is there is nothing wrong with your desires. You are entitled to them and there's no reason you can't fulfill them. That's why I chose this profession -- to teach people how to get what they really, truly want."

"Now, you've told me what your perfect sex life would be, and that's good," Dr. Parker said. "Now let me ask you -- how do you think your husband, Michael, would answer that same question?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine was still processing what Dr. Parker was saying about human behavior, that it could be controlled; but human, sexual desire was more primal somehow. She felt herself relax a bit when he slowly said “There is nothing wrong with your desires. You are entitled to them.” But, Catherine had no idea, and couldn’t wrap her head around how she’d ever fulfill her fantasies. In fact, she didn’t even expect to fulfill them. This particular doctor fantasy felt primal and personal and inexplicable.

Catherine caressed her neck while reflecting about her husband's deepest desires. He’d been so patient.

“I think my husband would want to feel wanted. I think his perfect sex life would probably occur about three times a week with a few different women! We both have only been with a few other partners before we met. We just connected right away and the sex was great. But, I’m sure he runs across sexy, young women all the time and he gets attention and opportunities. I’m sure he would like more variety in positions, types of sex, perhaps spontaneity. I bet he'd like to have sex with a brunette with big breasts. But most of all, I’m sure he’d like ME to be more enthusiastic and initiate sex. Everyone likes to feel wanted and desired, right? I do love him. It’s not about that. But, I guess we’re talking about desire, again, aren’t we?”

Catherine felt like she was talking in circles. This was absolutely exhausting. She looked away and then back at Dr. Parker’s gaze.

“What would your perfect sex life look like? Perhaps you can help me with some ideas.”

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker felt his penis twitch again when Catherine asked him about his perfect sex life.

He shifted in his seat and tried to look casual.

"Well, Catherine, that's an interesting question, and one I don't hear too often," he said, smiling. "Without getting too personal about my own sex life and my own preferences, I think I can answer as a heterosexual man. Of course, I don't know Michael, but just based on what you've told me and what I know about the vast majority of men, I have a pretty good idea of what Michael's perfect sex life would be like."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, and looked directly at her. "A man, whether he consciously realizes it or not, craves sex because to a man, sex is acceptance. It is admiration. It is respect, and even honor."

"Of course, sex feels good and it is a biological need, but on a psychological level, when a man has sex with a woman he desires, his mind tells him, wow, she really likes me. If she is enthusiastic and willing, that feeling is magnified. If you think about it, it makes sense. If you enthusiastically take off your clothes for me, open your legs for me, and take my erect penis into your vagina, you have just given me an unmistakable sign of admiration and acceptance."

With a start, Dr. Parker realized he had just said "my erect penis" and "your vagina." It sounded like he was talking about himself having sex with Catherine! He studied her face but he couldn't tell if she had noticed.

Let's stay in the third person, Doc.

"And that's not all," he continued. "A man will feel even more loved, desired, and respected if his sex partner actively wants to give him pleasure and fulfill his desires. If she knows what sex things he really likes and she enthusiastically does those things, especially if she does them without him having to ask, his pleasure and satisfaction will go through the roof. That is the ultimate acceptance -- when a woman wants to do exactly what you want -- simply because it is exactly what you want."

Dr. Parker let himself look at Catherine for a moment. She was beautiful, and now that he was learning about her sexual thoughts and desires, he found her incredibly sexy. He imagined her naked on his examination table again, and this time, he didn't try to banish the thought from his mind. His penis was once again fully erect in his pants, pressed hard against his lower belly as he talked to her.

"So, Catherine, let me ask you this," he said, clasping his hands in front of him, "how do you feel about fellatio?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine’s chest and stomach were starting to feel tight. She wasn’t sure whether it was resistance, anxiety, or both. Some of what Dr. Parker related about his perceptions of male sexuality rang true, and some remarks did not feel true to her.

“Well, yes, sex is magical when you and your partner are very compatible in your tastes and appetites. But, I’d like to think Michael knows that he is loved, desired, and respected whether I’m sexual or not. I certainly try to express my love in a lot of ways.”

Catherine uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front of her. Her jeans were snug and her ankles were starting to get stiff.

Did he just ask her about fellatio?

Catherine laughed, nervously, but when she glanced into Dr. Parker’s eyes she wondered if he was asking out of his own prurient desires or whether he really thought it would help her to feel more sexual. His face was neutral, but alert; Catherine couldn’t discern his true motivation.

“What do my feelings about fellatio have to do with my lack of sexual desire?”

Catherine hoped Dr. Parker had a plan, because this therapy was getting more and more uncomfortable and she couldn’t see how it was going to help her open up to Michael again.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Dr. Parker watched Catherine shift uncomfortably in her chair. This was definitely not one of her favorite topics.

"Well, Catherine," he said, "it is my opinion that fellatio is crucial to a healthy marriage. Regular sexual intercourse should be a given -- 'to have and to hold,' after all, is one of the traditional wedding vows -- but the vast majority of men crave oral sex as well."

"Surveys have repeatedly shown that more than 80 percent of the married men who visit prostitutes want to have their penises sucked," he said. "And in the vast majority of cases, the man pays the woman to perform fellatio because his wife refuses to do it -- or refuses to do it regularly or with enthusiasm."

"Think about it this way, Catherine," he said. "Taking a man's penis into your mouth is just about the ultimate sign of acceptance. You are on your knees, your face close to his genitals. You use your hand and mouth to stimulate him -- and your hand and mouth can do so many wonderful things that your vagina cannot! You are focused on him -- his penis, his pleasure, his release. To a man, there is nothing more affirming than fellatio."

Dr. Parker imagined Catherine on her knees, licking and sucking and stroking his cock. He imagined looking down at her while she sucked him off and her eyes locked on his as she took his hard dick deeper into her mouth...

"And the key to mind-blowing fellatio is enthusiasm, Catherine," he said. "If you'll pardon the expression, you should treat his cock like it is the Holy Grail and his cum like it is the nectar of the gods. If you do that regularly, Catherine, Michael will build skyscrapers and cathedrals in your honor. If you don't... well, he may start tearing things down."

"That is the power and importance of fellatio, Catherine," he said.

Dr. Parker leaned back and looked down. His raging erection was outlined visibly against the front of his trousers. Luckily, his desk prevented Catherine from seeing what was going on below his waist.

He looked steadily at Catherine. "When was the last time Michael ejaculated in your mouth, Catherine?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine blushed; this therapy was getting so personal. Her mind was still trying its best to absorb and not resist what Dr. Parker was saying about fellatio. As much as she wanted to deny it and think it was ridiculous, she could see the logic of Dr. Parker’s attitude. Although she wondered if it was based on science or his personal beliefs.

But, Catherine smiled and held back a chuckle at Dr. Parker’s mention of cathedrals and destruction as they related to her ability and willingness to perform fellatio. He seemed to get very enthused and energized by the subject. In fact, he seemed to have a lot of energy, generally.

Catherine tugged at an earring, trying to recall the last time Michael had cum in her mouth. It wasn’t her favorite thing; by any means.

Her heart skipped a few beats when she met Dr. Parker’s gaze once again. It was as if he was looking through her and she felt naked and vulnerable and. . . incapable of being a woman that would be sexually competent by his standards. And also, she was doing her best to forget that he was handsome, so that she could be honest and truthful and not get distracted with other useless thoughts or fantasies.

“I’ll be honest; it’s not my favorite thing. That’s a very rare treat. We tried it a few times when we were dating. . .about seven and a half years ago. I don’t like the feeling of being gagged and the idea of swallowing his . . .load. . . . while not repulsive. . .it isn’t a turn on for me. Usually, for him, oral sex is an appetizer, but not an end to itself, if that makes sense.”

Catherine sighed.

“You’re asking questions about what I do to Michael. What are things that I can do to help me even want to have sex in the first place? As you said, if I do anything, it should be performed with enthusiasm, and I believe that is true not just with sex, but with all things.”

Catherine was already starting to feel some stirrings of enthusiasm at the idea that perhaps even if she didn't feel like being penetrated. . . .perhaps she could get excited about the idea of including more oral sex for Michael. Maybe there was some light at the end of the tunnel.

 

[StylusMaximus]

"I understand your confusion, Catherine," Dr. Parker said, "and if you were single, we would only focus on you and your desire, or lack thereof. But you're married and your sex life is unsatisfactory. And my job as a therapist is to see if I can make it better."

He began to write on a small slip of paper. "This may seem a little silly, but I think it emphasizes the concept," he said. "I'm writing you a prescription to perform fellatio on Michael at least three times before next week's appointment. Don't tell him about this session or give him any explanation. Just pick an opportune moment and take his penis into your mouth. Suck it and stroke it until he ejaculates in your mouth. If he asks you what brought that on, simply say that you had been fantasizing about his cock. Use those exact words. Then come back next week and report on what happened after that."

He ripped the script off the pad and handed it to her.

"Doctor's orders," he said with a smile.