Chapter 1. Sex Addict's Anonymous "So there you have it, doc. I mean, Argie and me, we kinda made up, ya know?" Dr. Gladstone: "No, I don't. Why don't you tell me how you made up, John?" "Um, okay. She, um, found out about my extra curricular stuff, but you know that, right?" Dr. Gladstone: "Yes, we've been over that earlier. Please continue." "So s...
Week 4, Class 1: The Orgasm, Masturbation, and Sex Toys (Part 1) After a breakthrough and memorable evening with her friends the night before, Jill felt a little less trepidation about attending today's Human Sexuality class. Still, Professor Green was going to be discussing with them the holy grail of sex, the orgasm. There was sure to be descriptive bante...
"So, tell me more about these feelings of guilt you've been having," Dr. Watkins said as he crossed his legs and looked at his client, ready to take notes. "Oh...I don't know if I can, doctor," Beth, his client said as she sat across from him in a similar leather wing chair. "The things that have been created these are very...well, personal and kind of awkw...
After being on the road for a week, I was finally on the plane home. All week and even during this day flight, I dreamed of getting back to my wife's arms, feeling the tightness of embrace, the smoothness of her skin. The dreams were so real, I could feel the warmth of her body, the touch of her skin on my skin and the smell of her hair. This all led to even...
The day started out like most of our Sundays. We slept in one another's arms until 11am. The night before, Pooky had just changed her dark red hair to a beautiful platinum as she was ready for something new. We were to meet Andrea at 2:30pm at a wine bar in Tempe to catch up on gossip so we had a little time to get ready and do some errands. We arrived at t...
Wow! Was I beat! Since my arrival early yesterday, I had spent all day in meetings and then last night I was visited by two guardian angels of eroticism. (For background, read my "Blunder Become Bliss") I really needed to sleep. It was already 10:30 in the morning and time was racing past like a pack of Greyhounds at the dog track. I set the alarm for 1:45...
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Mike is just a normal guy and most girls would never know. He wondered about what it would be like to have a girl sexually use him like he had so many girls himself. Mike was friends well friends with benefits with Jill. They hooked up from time to time when they were in between relationships. It was all in good fun they would both work out their sexual ne...
What little time I had allowed myself for sleep after my bout with the chief, was an exercise in futility. No matter how I positioned myself in the bed, sooner or later, I began to climax. The rubbing of the bed clothes was enough to excite my body to a point where it began responding. Finally, a short while after day-break, I surrendered to the inevitable....
Can I sleep with you? Can I sleep with you? Am I dreaming? Did Lynn, the woman of my dreams, just ask me, the old perverted guy, if she could sleep with me? Always breaking an uncomfortable moment with humor and always ruining my chance with a beautiful woman by saying the wrong thing, at the wrong time, a freight train of thoughts ran through my mind. Som...