My Spa for Your Kitty - together

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My Spa for Your Kitty - together
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Mon, 06-22-2009 - 10:36am

Mrs P asked me to re-post this story all together so readers could enjoy it without interruption. Read it with someone you love, or maybe while someone is loving on you. :-)

Part One

Last year I started a new business. I opened up a very specialized spa which, if I say so myself, has been a huge success. My spa provides a series of therapies and treatments for the care and maintenance of the female vagina.

After years of private practice as an Ob/Gyn, I grew increasingly disturbed at how many of my patients presented symptoms of sexual dysfunction. Difficulty achieving orgasm, insufficient lubrication, low libido. I found myself consumed in researching these problems, only to become convinced that there was one central issue: these women were not receiving proper vaginal maintenance. A healthy vagina requires so much attention -- regular moisturizing and lubrication, massage and manipulation, and comprehensive visual observation -- that going without any of these puts a woman at significant risk of sexual dysfunction.

Since that realization, I have dedicated my life's work to developing therapies to promote vaginal health. I also understood that most of these therapies would be deemed too controversial to implement in my clinical setting. Therefore, I closed my formal practice last December and opened this private spa. Starting with only a few of my former patients, advertising only by word-of-mouth, the business has become very lucrative. Not to mention, it has become my passion. Loving your job is a rare and wonderful thing.

But enough about me. Welcome to my spa. You are my only client today, and you have booked the full 4-hour treatment. So let's get started.

In the changing room, you remove all of your clothing and put on the gown hanging there. I designed the garment specifically for this procedure. It looks like an everyday robe when worn normally, but has several features designed to enhance my treatments. It is lined with fine silk to stimulate the skin, has hidden slits along the sides that to allow access to the breasts (essential for assisting in the moisturizing process), and, when the patient reclines, cut-away sections fully expose the genital area at both the front and back.

When you enter the treatment room I am there. The room is dimly lit by candles and soft airy music is playing. I raise from my chair and we move to the center of the room together to begin the treatment with "the hug" - a very long, warm embrace. My arms wrap around you and pull you to me, tightening around you to compress and awaken the muscles and ligaments in your upper body. As your head tilts back in response, I apply my face and lips to gently brush the skin of your shoulders, neck, ears and face. I breathe warm air on your neck and ear lobes to stimulate blood flow and stir your senses. My hands move across your back, up and down, ensuring that all parts of your body feel the contact of the silk gown. After a moment I turn you around and repeat the process from behind you, pressing my body against your back and wrapping my arms and hands across your chest, my face brushing and breathing into the back of your neck and shoulders. Extensive body contact is essential to a successful treatment.

When your body is ready, I guide you to the massage table. The table is another design of mine which, like the therapy gown, serves both functionally and sensually. The upper half of the table is a temperature-controlled, contoured pad to support the upper body. The lower half consists of two fully articulating leg supports, each lined with a plush fabric that warms and stimulates nerve endings in the calves, ankles and feet. The supports can be raised, bent, and separated like a gynecologist's stirrups, but they are so much more comfortable. Velcro straps fasten across the legs and ankles. These restraints allow the patient's leg muscles to flex and contract against the sturdy supports without fear of slipping or falling off the table. Just reclining on table is a very comfortable experience in and of itself. Indeed, patients often experience a sensation of being embraced by it during the procedure.

I help you onto the table and you recline onto the pad, then I lift your legs straight out and together into the supports and affix the straps. Your eyes close and you feel your body relax into the warmth of the padding. It is time for the vaginal moisturizing treatment to begin. First, I adjust and smooth the gown, which slides across your skin from your shoulders, down your arms and chest, along your hips and down your legs, then slowly back up again. As I reach your chest, my hands lift and manipulate your breasts to maximize the contact of the silk along the rise, sides, undersides, and center of your chest. Silk contact to the nipples is crucial, so I spend several minutes pressing and rubbing circles delicately around them with my fingertips. My palms then grasp and encircle both breasts, maximizing both silk/skin contact and transfer of warmth to every nerve ending there. I observe that your breathing has become deeper and somewhat more rapid.

Next I reach down toward your legs and separate the sides of the gown, exposing your upper thighs and pubic region. I reach up and turn on an exam lamp, much like a dentist uses, to both warm the area and provide sufficient light for my work. I also reach over and roll up the exam tray containing various oils and lotions used during the procedure, each pre-warmed to the appropriate skin temperate. I open a bottle of scented lotion, pour a bit into my palm, then rub my palms together to fill the room with the floral aroma. I then lightly apply dabs of lotion with one finger to your stomach, then down each thigh. You feel a warming sensation on your skin and down between your thighs, partly from the warming lotion, partly from the touch, partly from the light, and even more, from within your awakening loins.

I smooth the dabs of lotion together onto your skin, moving again from your stomach down your legs. My palms and fingers caress and manipulate your skin as it drinks in the moisture and warms from the friction. My hands slide just above and along side your pubic region, tracing the outline of your hair and the crease of your legs. Your hips move slightly in response, straining for a bit more contact.

I reach for an oil now, one designed specifically for the mound of skin over your pubic bone. I open the bottle and slowly pour the oil directly onto your skin, dribbling a trace along the edges of your hair. Frequently my clients will shave or have themselves waxed prior to beginning my treatments - they find this greatly enhances the experience. Today you are merely trimmed, sufficient for the oil to properly work into the delicate pubic skin. I reach into the oil with my fingertips to lubricate them, then slowly press and slide my fingers onto your mound, drawing the oil onto the flesh there. I am slow and deliberate, tracing lines over and over again down your triangle, manipulating the oil into your body and increasing the flow of blood to the flesh there, to the clitoris, and to the vagina as well. I also note that your hips are moving again - each slide of my fingers down your mound causes your hips to raise slightly and your thighs part a little against the supports, trying to direct my fingers toward your clitoris. An excellent response, indicating that the treatment is proceeding nicely.

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Mon, 06-22-2009 - 10:37am

Part 2, the lubrication treatment continues

After thoroughly lubricating and massaging the mons, my therapy moves to the vulva. This requires that I change my position to between your legs. I reach down to the control panel attached to the table and tilt a small joystick up and to the right. Motors inside the articulating leg supports begin to move, and your legs slowly separate. The supports are hinged at your knees, allowing the knees to rise upward and bend, the foot supports lowering into a comfortable position. As your legs continue to spread, exposing your vulva and labia to the lamp light from above, I pull a stool beneath me and settle into position to continue your treatment. The motors wind to a hault with your knees spread to the first setting, and your labia parts just slightly, revealing a generous quantity of moisture already accumulated between. We're making excellent progress.

Your vulva requires the application of warming oil and a gentle, thorough massage. The oil must be applied to the inner thighs and worked into the folds of the labia in slow, deep motions. I apply the warm oil to one leg and watch as it runs down toward your vagina. Just before it reaches your labia, I catch it in my hand and smooth the oil out over your inner thigh. Then with slow downward strokes I massage the skin and in toward the center of your body. I repeat on your other leg, until your thighs and vulva are wet and glistening in the light. Now my massage focuses on your vulva, working the oil up and down, and in toward your lips. I sit between your updrawn legs, my face inches away from my work, concentrating on your body's response. Each downward stroke presses my fingers onto your labia and, as I push, your lips stretch and separate to release a bit of slippery clear fluid from your vagina. My forefingers gently dip into the fluid on each stroke and guide strands of it up the insides of your lips, mixing your juices with the oil. I continue for many minutes - this step in the process must not be rushed.

With the vulva and labia thoroughly massaged and lubricated, it is now time to oil the clitoral hood, stem, and head. I use a special oil for this that is very viscous and gives off an aroma of dark chocolate, which interestingly, seems to increase blood flow and improve the sensual experience for most women. It also has a pleasant flavor - not unimportant since, for proper contact, the oil be must be worked into the sensitive clitoral tissue using the lubricated and textured surface of the tongue.

I unscrew the eyedropper from the top of the oil bottle and obtain a measured quantity of the dark fluid. Then I reach one arm around your thigh and grasp your pubic mound. With two well-practiced fingers I gently pull back on your skin to unfold and expose the inner clitoral hood. One, two, three drops of oil onto the hood itself, then one, two drops into the gap between the hood and the clitoris, and one drop gently applied directly onto the clitoris itself. My fingers, still well above the region, wiggle and rock back and forth, inducing the oil to flow properly over and into all the delicate pink surfaces. When every surface is evenly coated, I move forward to begin the arduous task of licking the oil into your most sensitive flesh.

This is a very intense part of the procedure, so I have to be careful. I lean forward to test the sensitivity of your clitoris. I halt my lips just millimeters away from your body and lightly breathe a warm breath onto my target. I draw back to observe any response - indeed, there seems to be some elongation and slight swelling. I move forward again to repeat, and the response is the same. I will have to be very careful.

With the very tip of my tongue, I reach out and make contact with the drop of oil coating your clitoris. I can feel the tension of the oil as it adhears to both my tongue and your clit. With great patience and skill, I circle my tongue ever so slightly, causing the oil to drag a viscous circle around and around the sensitive head, forcing the thousands of nerve endings there to beg for more contact. I can hear the padding in the leg supports compress as your leg muscles tense and contract.

After a few moments I move forward and close the gap. Skin touches skin, my tongue now just barely connected to the engorged head of your clitoris. The moment of contact is also announced by your sudden grip of the table into your hands. For more than a minute I pause there, monitoring your pulse rate through the gentle throbbing of your clit, aware that you are also very likely feeling my heartbeat in the involuntary pusling of my tongue.

When I feel it is safe to move on, I lightly draw my tongue up, licking into and then over the top of your hood. I slowly work the oil onto the outside of the hood first, then I gently suck the tiny flap of skin against my top lip, allowing my tongue to access the inner surfaces. The tip of my tongue must spend several minutes in this spot, slowly working the oil into your delicate crevice. Back and forth along the hood, then in and out, pressing down along the clitoral stem from front to back to front again. A slight adjustment of my position allows the underside of my tongue to fully engage the head of your clit on each thrust - the underside being much softer, it stimulates and prepares the nerve endings perfectly for the approaching application of the rougher surfaces on the top of the tongue.

As the second hour of the procedure begins, my tongue moves back and I release your hood from my lips. But I move forward again, and fullly lay the flat upper surface of my tongue across your clit. For several minutes, I simply let the pusling of our hearts do the work, generating sufficient fricition to further warm the oil and arouse your body. My free hand down in my lap suddenly feels a sensation, as if a drop of water landed in my palm. I'm puzzled for a moment, then realize the drop is the slippery moisture leaking from your vagina.

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Mon, 06-22-2009 - 10:38am

Part 3: The therapy takes a slight detour

The moisturizing therapy for your clitoris now begins in earnest. My tongue begins to massage your clitoris using slow, lapping motions. I need to work every molecule of clitoris moisturizing oil into the engorged head, bathing every nerve ending with lubrication. Proper application takes a great deal of time - 15 or 20 minutes of attention to this particular spot is not unusual. There are so many tiny folds and crevices in the vicinity that it takes a great deal of patience and attention to detail to ensure that every spot is completely bathed and manipulated. I methodically work the tip of my tongue from beneath the head along the right side, sliding it around and into each delicate bump and valley, then across the top, dragging the tip across the stem, slipping the back of my tongue across the head, then slowly down the left side to complete the circumnavigation, only to begin again. And again, and again. Next, I draw the clitoris lightly in between my lips also serves to stretch the skin enough to reach difficult spots. Holding your clit there, I move my tongue from right to left, back and forth. With each change of direction the tip of my tongue glides over the head, then wriggles down into the fleshy folds to the side.

My trained observations indicate that you are building to orgasm. It is not unusual for my clients to climax at least once during this part of the procedure. As a (formerly) licensed medical service provider, I find this response both understandable and personally rewarding. I feel it reflects the great lengths I have gone to ensure that my clients are comfortable with our professional relationship, and that they are feeling relaxed in the surroundings I have created. If all medical professionals could establish a similarly trusting and satisfying relationship with their patients, I believe the quality of women's health care in this country would be second to none.

Continuing the clitoral lubrication process during orgasm can be tricky. There is often a great deal of movement in the pelvis to contend with, and the sensitivity and responsiveness of the tissues in the region changes rapidly. I find there is no better policy in situations like this than to request guidance from the client herself. Since you are a long-time client of mine, you are well coached in this policy and your hands have already grasped my head in your hands. So for the next few minutes I set aside my own technique and follow the direction of your palms as they apply more pressure, drawing me harder into your flesh, and the movement of your fingers in my hair and down my neck, subtly controlling the motions of my tongue.

I feel you tilt my head slightly, an obvious indication that my licking needs to delve deeper, down into your vestibule. A common response, and I am glad to comply. To accomplish this, I reach to the table control panel and press the button for station 2. The leg support motors engage and your knees rise and separate further. The tip of my tongue feels your inner lips respond by parting slowly, like a blooming flower, opening to welcome me inside. I open my mouth fully and draw in the clitoral region using light suction, then extend my tongue downward, flattening it out to contact all surfaces from the head downward, until the tip just touches the rim of your vagina.

Your pulsing fingers now signal the need for rapid movements, so my tongue begins driving in and out, dragging the full surface along the inner-most flesh from the upper edge of your vagina through your vestibule and up to the base of your clit, then back down again. I follow your guidance to increase both pressure and speed. Your head tilts back, your mouth opens, and your pelvis begins to rock in response.

In my position, seated between your legs, it can become difficult to follow your pelvic motions and to keep my balance on the wheeled stool. To maintain sufficient leverage, I need to take hold of your upper body. I reach around your up drawn legs and lay both arms along your ribcage and, sliding my hands into the slits in your gown, I take your breasts firmly in my hands. Once I have proper contact with your torso, and your nipples between my thumb and fingers, I can follow your thrusts and convulsions properly without fear of my mouth becoming disengaged at a critical moment.

Now, with most of my face firmly pressed into your cleft, we are both prepared for your orgasm. My tongue is working feverishly now, thrusting rapidly down between your lips and up over your clit. Your hands hold me in this position like a vice, desperately urging me on, even though I would not stop and leave you in this condition even if the room were to suddenly burst into flames. Your moaning become loud and rapid, drowning out the background music. My tongue continues its rapid thrusting motion. The force of your hands behind my head has my mouth grinding into you as your hips thrust, riding my face to the peak of your climax. With each upward thrust, my chin presses onto your vagina, and your lips compress and slide over my chin until it is soaked with your juices.

I can feel you coming now. You gasp, sucking in a huge breath of air. I feel your chest expand as you hold your breath. All at once your thrusting stops and you strain your hips upward, driving hard into my face. I hold you firmly, my tongue working at a frenetic pace, licking as hard and fast as I can. Then, suddenly, you exhale in a loud scream. Your hips fall, then buck upward again and stop as another wave overtakes you. Again and again, your screams and grunts fill the room while I struggle to maintain contact, drawing as much of you into my mouth as I can, my tongue still working until I feel your fingers signal an end to it's motion. My tongue stops, and I lay it out flat again, the tip submerged in the pool of moisture at your vagina.

You writhe on the table for several minutes with me clamped onto your pubic bone. Considering the rapid changes in sensitivity at your clitoris, I am careful to reduce my tongue's motion in that area, observant of any guidance I might receive from your hands. After the waves of orgasm have washed over you and you regain your senses, we can resume the standard therapy.

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Mon, 06-22-2009 - 10:39am

Part 4. It is time to begin your internal massage

The lubricating secretions of the vagina are quite magical. The inner labia and vaginal walls engorge with blood from the onset of sexual arousal and issue forth a slippery, silky ambrosia. A healthy, well maintained vagina easily becomes flush with wetness at the slightest provocation. The brush of a strong arm across the back or shoulders. A warm breath on the side of the neck. The sight of a bare, muscular man’s back. However, the free and abundant flow of vaginal fluid -- nature’s gift to both women and men -- must not be taken for granted. The vast majority of women in my previous practice produced barely sufficient lubrication for their sexual activities, which is such a shame. After all, panties serve almost no useful purpose besides becoming soaked.

Many of my former gynecological colleagues considered insufficient lubrication to be the effect of aging, diet, or numerous other extra-vaginal conditions. I could not disagree more strongly. I have successfully reversed the condition in every one of my affected clients. You see, adequate vaginal lubrication in response to sexual arousal is best restored and maintained by a program of frequent and meticulous manipulation of the exquisite flesh that makes it possible.

Your response to the external moisturizing therapy has been excellent. The quantity and viscosity of the flow from your vaginal walls is superb. However, it is only through your frequent visits to me, and your adherence to my recommended at-home exercises, that we have achieved such wonderfully slippery results.

I now need the utmost access to your body. I set the controls for the table leg supports to station 3, and as the motors move your legs raise further, gently lifting and rotating your behind upward. Your knees spread to their widest position, and your inner lips slowly open further until they splay wide and glossy in the bright lights. To begin, I take hold of these lips between my thumbs and forefingers and gently caress and stroke them. First I roll my forefingers up and down along their length on the outsides. Then I rub and swirl the pads of my thumbs along the insides, and bend them to run along the lower rim of the entrance to your vagina. With each stroke, I apply more pressure into your body, which starts to stretch and flex these delicate tissues. Your entrance flexes too, opening and closing, yawning increasingly wider as I press downward at the bottom of each stroke. I visually monitor the glistening pink and red flesh leading into your body. A truly healthy flower like yours is, well, breathtakingly beautiful. I am a professional, but I still appreciate beauty when I behold it. And I am so proud that all of the hard work we've put into your vagina has yielded such magnificent results.

Next, I use the thumb and fingers of my left hand to stretch and expose the folds of skin that form the gateway to your sex. My right thumb and first two fingers grasp and massage your rim, feeling into the delicate folds just inside to awaken this sensitive, often neglected area. I rotate my fingers clockwise, slowly rubbing and gently pressing and pulling, exploring your flesh. I hook my fingers within your rim, pulling lightly, watching your skin flex over my finger tips as they travel around the full circle. After several minutes, I am not feeling the desired response to my manipulations - there should be significant thickening of the tissues as the stimulation enlarges the capillaries and increases blood flow. I will have to use more drastic measures.

The muscles at the tip at the tongue are particularly adept at flexing and stimulating the rim of the vagina. And gentle suction of the tissues into the mouth during stimulation greatly increases circulation to the area. I lean forward into your spread loins, press my nose into your sex, and extend my tongue just into your hole. The tip bends and presses up against your inner rim, hooking your flesh and pulling you tight against my upper lip. I suck and lick, rocking my tongue back and forth, all along the top half of your wet entrance. My trained tongue senses the increased response now - I should have remembered that you always need some additional stimulation in this region.

I can't really repeat the process along the lower half of your vaginal rim, not without standing on my head. But I turn my head sideways and work your left side. The suction of my mouth slowly draws your velvety lip inside me. I can taste the fresh moisture that my therapy has drawn forth in just the last few minutes. I feel your hand reach down and touch and stroke the side of my face. As I turn my head over to the right to repeat this process on your other side, your fingers become more insistent, fondling my cheekbone, then pressing me down and into you. It is not typical for your therapy to include the exploration of my tongue further into the vagina. But you are my client after all, and customer service is probably the most critical feature of any successful business strategy.

You squirm a bit and press my face hard into your vulva. My lips open to engage and fill your entrance. I begin a long, probing French kiss. I extend my tongue as far as it will reach, then flex the tip to wriggle and massage you deep within your walls. Along my face I begin to feel your labia pull and stretch rhythmically. My eyes are pressed against your inner thigh, but it doesn't take a trained vaginologist such as myself to realize that your other hand is busily massaging your clit.

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Mon, 06-22-2009 - 10:40am

Part 5: Together, we ride another orgasm to completion

You continue to writhe and squirm, grinding your hips against my face, my mouth firmly locked against your labia and my tongue thrusting again and again, deep into your hole. I can feel your left hand pressing my face down into your body and your right hand feverishly working your clit in a practiced circular motion. The tip of my tongue begins to feel the contractions and spasms of the orgasm building deep within you. Each wave floods my tongue in moisture, which I suck up into my mouth. As I swallow, drinking in your juices, I am able to monitor the status of your vaginal secretions. Your juices taste thick and sweet as syrup, and your succulent aroma is absolutely superb. I can think of no cologne or moisturizer I would rather have applied to my face than that which you are drenching me in now.

As your pelvic motions become more urgent, I grip your vulva in my hands and spread your lips wider. Soon the convulsions within your vagina walls will become very intense. To prevent my tongue from being ejected from your body, I need to suck your flesh inside my mouth and drive my tongue as far up inside you as possible – to, if I may employ the terminology of the battlefield, conquer deep vaginal territory, then try to hold my ground as you climax.

I suck and work my tongue as far inside you as I can, and let the tip pulse and wriggle against your tunnel walls. Then I feel the full force of your orgasm. Your moans once again fill the room, and your hips thrust upward against the leg supports. I cannot see, my face pressed hard against your inner thigh, but I follow your motions with my hands and mouth. Bucking up and down, again and again, we both ride out each climatic convulsion.

“OH! YES!” you shout over and over, ramming your hips up against me. I press back against you hard, shaking my head quickly back and forth to increase stimulation along your labia. I can feel the powerful contractions within your vagina grip my tongue in long rippling spasms. Your thighs flex and tighten against my face and shoulder. Then, in a low guttural moan that echoes against the walls, you let go, and I feel every muscle in your body relax. These last crucial minutes of you orgasmic release do not a signal retreat, only a halt -- my tongue and lips remain clamped to your hole, waiting until every last wave of climax has washed over your quivering, contented body.

When you finally release me, I am soaked. I retreat to the sink behind the table and rinse your copious lubrication from my face and neck. As I towel off, I resolve to get back on schedule with your regular treatment. There are only about 90 minutes left in your appointment, and I still need to complete your deep vaginal massage and perform a comprehensive visual inspection.

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Mon, 06-22-2009 - 10:41am

Part 6: Your G-Spot Rubdown.

The surfaces on the inside of the female vagina need a tremendous amount of attention. To keep yours velvety smooth, supple, and well nourished, I have prescribed a regimen of internal lubrication and massage. It is a crime how little attention is typically paid to these fleshy folds of womanhood. Check with any “professional” massage therapist, aroma therapist, or on-line resource purporting to advance women’s body care – do any of them offer or even mention the importance of a comprehensive deep tissue vaginal rubdown? Not likely. Thank goodness you found me.

Working at the temperature-controlled tray that holds my vast collection of oils, lotions, moisturizers and lubricants, I mix a container of sweet scented oil for the task at hand. It is vital to monitor and balance the pH of your vaginal fluids using the proper combination of essential oils. I distill them myself from various fruits, flowers, spices and plants. The right mixture is both soothing and invigorating to the lips, inner walls, and deepest recesses of the vagina. As for the pH balance, I don’t trust those test kits to measure your juices – they’re not necessary anyway, since I have already obtained your results from my own trained taste buds.

I fill a small spray-bottle with a generous portion of oil, then upend it between your spread legs, and squeeze. The oil gently showers onto your skin, all over and into the folds of your labia. As the streams of fluid flow and pool between your thighs, I slide my right hand through the oil and smooth it all over your skin.

Now your lips are wet, glistening, and wide open. The entrance to your vagina gapes open for me as well, soaked in oil and your own juices, imploring my fingers to enter you. And they do. Two slippery fingers penetrate you and slide in deep, pressing along the right wall of your tunnel. I hold your thigh with my other hand and begin to rub long, slow, circular motions inside your body. My fingertips gently curve and probe, hooking onto every ridge and crest deep within you. I keep both hands moving, stroking and caressing you both inside and out. My fingertips rub circles inside you while my fingers gradually recede out to cup your pink rim, then sink back inside, each time a little deeper into your sex. Little by little, I rotate my hand downward and my fingers explore each bump, curve, and crevice I find inside you.

As I reach the lowest point of your opening, I use my thumb to manipulate your perineum. Two fingers and a slippery thumb roll and massage your skin both inside and out. I gently stretch you a little there, first pressing my thumb into your body, then hooking my fingers and pulling toward me. I note that your anus is wet and gleaming with oil. As I press and pull your perineum, your little star-shaped hole stretches and moves as well, winking at me suggestively. A thought enters my mind that someday I need to research and develop an anal massage therapy. Perhaps there are health benefits to simultaneous anal/vaginal massage. Hmmmmmmmm. Someday….

My fingers penetrate deep inside you once again, and I press my palm downward to open your entrance and take a look inside your body. I have examined more vaginas than I could ever count, yet when I gently pull yours open and gaze inside, it never fails to take my breath away. The brilliant red color within you seems connected directly to the arousal centers of my brain, genetically wired to produce the male erection. The glistening wet walls of this passageway seem to invite me inside, invite me to feel your embrace and share your warmth. Textbooks on female sexual arousal refer to “vaginal ache”, the desire most women feel to have her cavity filled. I should write my own textbook about the ache a man feels at a sight like this – the intense desire to lean a woman back, kneel before her, spread her legs apart, open her vagina wide, and plunge his manhood deep inside. To feel her wrapped all wet and warm around him, swallowing him whole.

I continue my tour around your vagina, my hand now rotating around toward your right inner thigh, working the massage oil into every place I reach, inch by inch. I change hands now, taking the opportunity to squeeze another shower of oil directly into your hole. As I work two fingers from my left hand inside you in deep penetrating circles, there is a delightfully wet, slurping sound emanating from you in rhythm with my manipulations. I tell my clients not to be embarrassed or uncomfortable with these, if I may say, wonderfully sloppy noises. Just think of it as the romantic song of a healthy vagina. It genuinely sounds more pleasing and beautiful to me than any music I could imagine.

Inching my way upward, I approach your G-spot. We’ve got a lot of work to do there, you and I. All of my clients eventually learn to experience intense G-spot orgasms in their sex life through my guidance, experience, and careful attention to their body’s response. You remain a work in progress – we’ve achieved much in terms of pleasure and even release. But the mind-blowing, pelvis-quaking, ejaculating explosions that I know await you are likely still a few sessions in the future. I’ve planned a good half-hour of treatment there today to bring our mutual goal that much closer to reality.

I curl my fingers straight up into your vagina and gently press and probe along your pubic bone. The firm, bumpy tissues there respond to my touch and feel wonderfully swollen and alive. I feel your hips move also, pushing downward a little to press back against me. I smile, realizing how you must have been looking forward to this part of our session.

As before, I reach up with my free hand to expose your clitoris. It appears ready for yet another round of stimulation. Over the last several treatments we have worked up to simultaneous stimulation of your clitoris and G-spot, although the clitoral manipulations have been manual – first by your own hand, later by mine. In my professional judgment, I think today you are ready to try oral.

As my fingers begin the slow, deliberate stroking of your G-spot, I once again lower my face into your mons and lay my warm tongue flat upon your clit. I feel it throb forward in response, almost pushing itself into my mouth. I watch the rest of your body respond as well – small tremors ripple across your stomach, your hands caress your breasts inside the slits of your gown, your head tilts back, mouth gapes open, eyes close.

Rhythm is the key here. As I observe your body’s response, I maintain a constant cadence of stoking and licking. While your hips slowly rock and your leg muscles are relaxed, my pace is slow and steady. When your pelvic motions become more irregular and your thighs tense and contract, my fingers begin to move with more earnest and my tongue laps at your clit more rapidly and with increasing pressure. Then, as your hips jerk upward with urgent, demanding thrusts into my face and hands, I work most furiously with both fingers and mouth, driving you high upward to the peak of pleasure. You particular pattern of arousal repeats like this over and over again in roughly 5-minute cycles. After each peak you collapse into relaxation, not quite achieving orgasm, but riding a long wave of satisfaction. My fingers and tongue never leave you. Each cycle builds you up higher, and each release feels deeper and more satisfying. We are getting so close.

On your last cycle for today, I judge your condition to be getting quite serious. With my face pressed hard into your mound, your head is tilted so far back that all I can see is your gasping throat and chin. Your hands are barely moving inside your gown – I assume you are rolling and pinching your nipples, sending even more tingling sensations down between your legs. You are incredibly soaking wet, with more slippery liquid flowing from you than my oil bottle can account for. And deep within your vagina I can feel you rippling with spasms and shudders, a magical dance against my fingers. I doubt any erect penis could endure sensations such as these for more than a few seconds before losing all control and flooding you with semen.

You are building to another pleasure peak. I think this time you may just go over the edge. Your hips are shaking and pulsing against my jaw. I hardly have to lick at all to keep my tongue probing all around your burning clit. My hand thrusts rapidly up and down beneath my soaked chin, driving my fingers into you again and again, my fingertips vigorously massaging your tender, engorged flesh. You take in a loud gasp, and I can feel your entire upper body tense hard, gripped in climax. Your hips buck upward in one hard push, then freeze. I’ve been sucking at your clit for half an hour, but I must redouble my effort. I pound my tongue into your slit in rhythm with my thrusting, wriggling fingers, hoping to push you off the brink, over into the ultimate orgasm. And I feel it happening! I feel you letting go, feel the hard grip of your vaginal muscles on my knuckles, then a huge spasm, and a spray of liquid washes onto my chin and runs down my arm. Your legs convulse and push hard into their restraints. You exhale in a loud cry and drop your hips, then ram them hard up into me again. Another grip, spasm, and flush of sweet tasting ejaculate is my reward.

As your shouts of pleasure fill the room, I pull my face back and press my left hand against your pubic bone. I continue rubbing your G-spot with my right two fingers in a pumping, milking motion. In response you jerk and spray again and again, jets of liquid streaming onto my arm and chest. It is an amazing sight to behold.

Your shouts become gasps, then heavy breaths. Your hips slow their pumping motions, and I slow my own movements and just hold you, my hands firmly wrapped around your pelvis, inside and out. All you can speak are incoherent moans and whimpers as your torso writhes side to side on the table. Then every muscle in your body collapses in complete relaxation. I feel so close to you at this moment, so proud of our wonderful achievement, I just want to share the moment with you. I lay my face onto your warm stomach, close my eyes and hold you, and listen to your deep, contented breathing.

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Registered: 03-17-2009
Tue, 06-23-2009 - 12:21pm

I just read parts 1-3 and WOW!

 


 


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Registered: 06-23-2009
Tue, 06-23-2009 - 3:34pm
WOW!
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Registered: 03-17-2009
Tue, 06-30-2009 - 9:44am
Parts 3-6 were fantastic, Jake!

 


 


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