As an unlicensed sex therapist doing strictly fantasy work, I am not confined by any sort of ethical considerations. I am free to give admittedly bad advice to whoever calls. One of my favorites (and it’s a favorite of some of my customers, too) is my listing, “Unlicensed Sex Therapist seduces your wife”.

In the fantasy, the guy brings his wife in to get her some marriage counseling. He may have already come in on his own to discuss the situation with me. He is probably convinced that she doesn’t spend enough time paying attention to him. He wants me to tell her that she should be more sexual and more sexually adventurous.

I do tell her that, but somehow it doesn’t seem to work out exactly as he imagined it would.

What he’s not expecting is that during the counseling session his wife and I begin talking to each other as though he were not there. We speak as though we are longtime friends, and flirt with each other shamelessly. We end up sitting on the examining couch together and touch, exploring each other’s bodies.

Well, it can get pretty hot and heavy. Once the two of us left him in an unsatisfied state and went to take a shower together. Another time, my big black boyfriend showed up…and you can just imagine what happened.

It’s a lot more fun than seeing a Licensed Sex Therapist.

You bet they would. Of course we would need to make a behavior plan, just like they do for little kids in school. But that’s all right. It’s probably about the same maturity level. You track their behavior against the plan and mete out punisments or rewards. The only difference is, the big boys get spanked hard, sometimes until they cry. I wouldn’t want it to be so light that it didn’t remain a reminder of what they should and should not be doing.

You need to visit my office soon. I know that because Nurse knows you.

You know it, too.

Not only that, but it had also been too long since the nurse had given him a physical. As she is very exacting, she insists on giving employees physicals herself. For one thing, she likes to collect data for her own private medical experiments. It can never hurt to collect samples of bodily fluids or insert cameras into bodily orifices, now can it?

Ok, so that’s the fantasy they call medical fetish, and a lucky caller got to live that out today. Not only that, but another caller who called for a 5 minute hand job lesson ended up doing 17 minutes while I fed him the details of a trip to the Nurse’s office. I think he needs to come in for a checkup himself.

I had a call from a new caller by the name of Danny, who had something rather different in mind.

He was a little cock gay sissy who works in a salon as a shampoo boy, or so he says. He gets to shampoo and roll the ladies’ hair, which gets him entirely too excited. So naturally he needed to get those excess fluids drained from his sex organs with a massive orgasm.

To maximize the pleasure, you maximize the time spent getting there and the time spent on the edge. That builds up pressure for a much greater explosion, even if you’re a guy with little marble balls who only cums a dribble or two.

I guided him along, allowing for a gradual buildup. But as he reached the end, he wanted to switch to a roleplay scenario. A salon scenario. He was going to wash and set my hair.

I talked about him putting the cape on me, leaning me back into the hair wash sink, running water through my hair, shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse, then back to the chairs, where he took a rattail comb and began to separate my hair out prior to setting it. But that’s where it ended. The excitement was more than he could stand, and he let go the longest stream he’d ever shot. Looks like he was going to be able to fondle the ladies’ hair today without worrying about getting one of those pesky hardons.