When we got back to his male escort’s hotel suite, he carried me inside and laid me on his fluffy bed. It smelled really fresh and clean. I watched him as he made his way around the room, closing blinds and pulling curtains shut. After each one he would look back at me as if he was waiting for me to change my mind or something. No chance, this was my moment, I wanted to do this as a Sex Therapy, I had to do this for personal reasons. When he finished, he came to me and picked me up again. James carried me to the bathroom and turned on the shower, never saying a word.
My mind was racing, along with my hormones and nerves. He slowly pulled off my jacket and let it fall to the floor, watching my eyes, still waiting for a sign to stop. He wasn’t getting any. He unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled it all the way out. When it slid across my skin, it gave me a shiver and I took a deep breath. He let it fall to the floor. He knelt down in front of me, never looking away from my eyes and slowly pulled my boots and socks off. As I was looking down at him, I felt naughty.
I liked that feeling, a lot. Carefully, he reached up to my waist and undid each button, one at a time, on my jeans. As each button popped open I could feel it in my chest like the drums in my favorite rock song. I felt nervous that I was going to be naked soon, but the excitement of the way he was undressing me slowly diminished that feeling. He pulled my pants down and I stepped out of them. His eyes were still locked to mine.
The Sex Therapy gentleman for demanding women stood and took the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head and let it drop to the floor. Then he reached around and undid my bra in one easy motion. When his arms touched my bare skin, I could feel my nipples harden and became aware of the wanting and the wetness between my legs. Here I was in nothing but my panties in front of someone I’d just met. The nervousness was gone now and I was more than okay with it. My breasts were heaving and I was almost panting at this point.
He knelt in front of me again and very slowly pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them. He moved them aside and stood. I felt free, not embarrassed or stripped, because the way my male escort looked at me made me feel sexier than I’d ever felt. He pulled his shirt off. I wanted to look so badly but he hadn’t left my eyes and I couldn’t pull out. He kicked off his shoes and brought his feet up and took off his socks. I noticed how agile he was and wondered what moves he’d show me next.
The gigolo put his hands on his pants button and hesitated, he was giving me every opportunity to stop, but this was what I wanted, what I needed. My eyes were asking him to keep going. He unbuttoned and unzipped, and down they went. He kicked them away. Our eyes were still locked. I could tell he was naked. I didn’t know if his underwear went with his pants or if he wasn’t wearing any, and I could also tell he had a beautiful iron bar. I was so fucking turned on. I wanted to look at him, I wanted to touch him, why did he have to be so sensual?
He reached back and opened the shower door. I walked toward it. I had to leave his eyes, finally, to step in, and he followed. I turned to him, put my arms around him and started kissing him. He tasted delicious. My hands were exploring every inch of his upper body.
Our eyes locked again. He slowly squeezed shampoo into his hands, rubbed them together, and lathered up my hair, massaging my head. It felt so good I had to close my eyes for a moment. He took my hand and squeezed some shampoo into it. I reached up and massaged his head, his hair felt thick and healthy. I pressed my fingers hard against his scalp. He ever so lightly pushed me back so my hair was under the shower head. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me as he ran his hands through, rinsing the suds. Every time his hand touched the back of my neck, I got a tingling sensation between my legs. We kissed again, slowly, I pulled him to me so his head was under the water, too. I ran my fingers through his hair until it felt like the suds were gone.
I pushed him back until he was against the wall and kissed him more urgently, I could feel his hardness against my stomach and I wanted it inside me. I sucked on his tongue and bit his lip. Then I pulled back and I looked at him, all of him.
I took him by the hand and led the way to his bed. Both of us were soaking wet. I pushed him down on the bed and opened his night stand drawer, assuming that if he had condoms, this was where they’d be. I pulled out a condom and opened it. I wanted to put it on him, but I had no experience doing that, so I handed it to him. I watched him slowly set it on the head and roll it down the shaft.
Fuck Sex Therapy! That was sexy. She climbed on top of him and started kissing him, hard. She was rocking her secret garden against his cock and She was on the verge of taking him in when he turned quickly and was on top of her.
“Fuck me now,” She said, pleading. Her male escort looked into my eyes. He slowly put his cock right against her opening and very slowly moved his hips back and forth, putting pressure against her, but not entering her.
“Please, James.” I tried to thrust my hips forward enough to feel him inside me. I arched my back and he leaned down and put his mouth over my hard nipple, sucking on it briefly before moving to the other side. I moaned. He pulled his cock away from me and kissed my stomach, then back up to my nipples, and he was against me again. He was driving me crazy.
“James, I want you to fuck me for my Sex Therapy.” I was looking right into his eyes. He pressed harder against me. “Yes,” I whispered, our eyes were locked. He was beginning to enter me.
The man pulled back, opened his night stand drawer, and grabbed some lubricant. He put it on his finger and put it against me. He rubbed my love button and then slid his finger inside me, watching my eyes with every move. He put another finger inside me and I was losing my mind. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed some lubricant on himself, and then he was pushing against me again.
“Just fuck me now,” I whispered loudly. He pushed forward, he was partially inside me when he stopped, watching my reaction. It hurt, a lot, but I didn’t want him to stop. I had to do this.
James pulled her down and pushed inside her, his thick head stretching her pussy. It was so damn good, she gasped. He pushed her down, using his hands on her waist to screw her further onto his love muscle. He fucked her in and out hard and fast. When he finally hit bottom, filling her in a way she’d never forget, he pulled her back against his chest and kissed her neck, whispering.
She had never had an orgasm like that, not even with her vibrator. James was really the best Sex Therapy she ever had.
Sex Therapy for women: All women deserve to receive it. As a gentleman for demanding women, I offer you the security of my professionalism and my experience that will allow you to be sure that my Sex Therapy will please you and that your eyes will be shining at our next meeting.
The Sex Therapy can teach you how to let go like an education of your senses that will provide you with a unique entertainment for adults in mutual respect with protection.
Contact me to arrange the details of your own Sex Therapy and you will get it on the date you want.
looking forward to meeting you. James