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stherTwo women had been having a friendly lunch when the subject turned to sex.
"You know, John and I have been having some sexual problems", Linda told her friend. "That's amazing!" Mary replied, "So have Tom and I."

"We're thinking of going to a sex therapist", said Linda.

"Oh, we could never do that! We'd be too embarrassed!" responded Mary. "But after you go, will you please tell me how it went?"

Several weeks passed, and the two friends met for lunch again.

"So how did the sex therapy work out, Linda?" Mary asked.

"Things couldn't be better," Linda exclaimed. "We began with a physical exam, and afterwards the doctor said he was certain he could help us. He told us to stop at the grocery store on the way home and buy a bunch of grapes and a dozen donuts. He told us to sit on the floor nude, and toss the grapes and donuts at each other. Every grape that went into my vagina, John had to get it out with his tongue. Every donut that I ringed his penis with, I had to eat. Our sex life is wonderful, in fact it's better than it's ever been!"

With that endorsement Mary talked her husband into an appointment with the same sex therapist. After the physical exams were completed the doctor called Mary and Tom into his office.

"I'm afraid there is nothing I can do for you," he said.

"But doctor," Mary complained, "you did such good for Linda and John, surely you must have a suggestion for us! Please, please, can't you give us some help? Any help at all?"

"Well, OK," the doctor answered. "On your way home, I want you to stop at the grocery store and buy a sack of Apples and a box of Polo Peppermints..." 😂😂😂😂

People want to say that my job is morally wrong

Last night I kissed and caressed an old, lonely disabled man who told me he never gets so much as a touch, a hug, or a neck rub from anyone because most people are afraid of his appearance.

All he wanted was someone to hold him for a little while. And yes, it was sensual, we kissed, I massaged his junk a bit, but it was part of the experience. He needed someone to love him as he was, unafraid of his body.

So fuck you who says my job is immoral. You are probably the same person who wouldn’t give so much as the time of day to a man like my client.

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