By Kendra Holliday | August 18, 2017
I see symbolism in EVERYTHING.
I go through life trying my best to PAY ATTENTION. Adding layers to daily life makes things so much more beautiful, meaningful, and intriguing.
Example 1: Noticing tree branches swaying in the breeze like whispers. What are they saying?
Example 2: Coming home to find a murder of crows in my front yard after buying the ingredients for a dessert I’m making for a Halloween party that’s being held in July.
Example 3: Finding a slug on my foot after walking barefoot in the grass at midnight.
So it’s exciting for me to see an entire country FREAK THE FUCK OUT about the total solar eclipse happening right in my neighborhood.
That means they get it, right??
They’re not AFRAID of it – they are in AWE of it.
The image of the moon cloaking the sun
reminds me of so many other images, including this one of my eyeball taken during LASIK surgery
By Kendra Holliday | August 17, 2017
A few years ago, I learned about Mature Metal, a company that makes high quality stainless steel male chastity devices. This is the blog post I wrote a while back regarding cock cages. And now, THIS is a long awaited follow up post!
One of my long term clients helped make my Mature Metal dream come true. He and I have enjoyed an extremely intimate relationship for more than a year. He’s such a creative motherfucker! We’ve done pegging, cock n ball torture, sissification, flogging, roleplay…
He wanted to try male chastity, so I insisted we do it right. Together, we logged on to the Mature Metal site and did research. They have a FAQ page, a fitting guide, and more.
Still, we had questions, so we called their customer service number. Right away, a real live person answered the phone, and was so helpful and friendly!
Matter-of-factly, he asked what we were using to measure with. When we told him string and a tape measure, he informed us that was not a reliable way to go. He recommended we order the sizing ring kit in order to ensure better accuracy.
I’m glad we did! This was a big investment. The rings arrived quickly, and we scheduled another measuring meeting. We had to meet about three times before we placed the cage order in order to make sure the size was right. You have to measure the flaccid cock, as well as the circumference of the cock and balls, and just the cock.
By Kendra Holliday | August 13, 2017
My friend Steffy tipped me off to a Women’s Clinic that worked for her. They really care about their clients, and they don’t jack up the prices like some of the clinics do.
Still, I had to pay out of pocket because they were out-of-network with my lackluster health insurance. Each visit cost about $150.
They suggested I do a spit test for hormone levels, as that is more accurate than blood. So I did that, and they provided me with a very detailed report. I was impressed with how thorough and efficient they were.
It turns out that not only was a little high on testosterone, but I was also high on stress hormones (duh) and very low on progesterone and estrogen. So they prescribed a plant based hormone cream specifically designed for me, to be applied at bedtime. I replaced the Paxil with this hormone elixir. It cost about $115 (not covered by insurance of course).
I felt immediate relief!
And I got my orgasms back after three days or so off Paxil. It was weak and like watery waves, but I wept with joy all the same!
SO GLAD TO HAVE MY ORGASMS BACK.
And more energy! I felt motivated and positive. I was getting shit done! Woo hoo!
The hormones help A LOT, but they don’t erase the symptoms altogether. They certainly make them more manageable.
In addition to the whoremones, here is what else I keep in my menopause survival kit (keep in mind this is what works for ME – every person is different. It’s important to experiment and find what works for you.)
- a spray bottle of water in fridge to spritz on myself for immediate relief
- ice packs
- all those heat pads I used to put on my tummy for menstrual cramps – now I was freezing them and putting them on my neck!
- glass dildo in fridge for quick core cool down 😉
- FIJI water – mmm, electrolytes
- Whenever possible, I get 10,000 steps in each day. I take a dawn walk, a day walk, and a dusk walk. Helps me keep in touch with nature/trees/sun/flowers…
- T-Balance Plus thyroid supplements – helps with night sweats
- Cheryl’s Herbs
I’m so glad I figured this all out through lots of research and trial and error. Before I had this kit, I was non-functional – sobbing, lying on the couch, useless. Four psychotic episodes. There are entire weeks during the months of June and July I can’t remember – pics on my phone I don’t recall taking. That’s some scary shit!
I’m so glad I’m feeling better.
I’m pretending this stage of my life is about being reborn as a witch. It feels magical and other worldly – a painful and beautiful process. I’m sure there will be ups and downs, but I’m fortunate to have a strong support system in place. My family and friends have been so compassionate and understanding.
And it’s providing me with much wisdom and perspective so that I can continue helping others who are struggling with life’s curve balls.
And you know what else? It’s kind of awesome living in a man’s world with a man’s thermostat. It’s nice not having to bundle up every time I go to the grocery store or a movie theater!
By Kendra Holliday | August 13, 2017
Throughout this whole six month ordeal, my sex drive remained strong. In fact, it was even stronger! Instead of drying up, I was firing up.
I had more male energy. I felt juicy and sizzling like a steak on a grill. My friend Joan Price maintains that if you have a healthy libido before menopause, you will likely retain it after you go through the life change.
Needless to say, my sexuality is vitally important to me. So it sucked to start taking Paxil. I knew what was coming, and it wasn’t going to be me!
Many medications, especially anti-depressants, affect desire and orgasm.
The first day I started taking it, I vibed it out and came just fine.
The second day, I could cum.
The third day, it was an effort, and the orgasm was not the best.
The fourth day, my orgasms ghosted.
They were gone.
Still, I kept up with pleasuring myself daily. I tried to enjoy the sensations without the satisfying climax.
I was able to get off with partners, but it was different. It was coming from a different place – like my breath, instead of my clit.
I tried different methods of self-pleasure, but nothing worked that well. (Check out fellow sex blogger Crista Anne’s #OrgasmQuest chronicles!)
Oddly, my fantasy Rolodex no longer worked for me! Usually, I flip through the rich and perverse fantasy catalog in my brain until something grabs me by the clit and does the trick for me. Now, all of my favorite scenarios were as dull as dirt. Uncle seducing niece at a family pool party? Yawn. A sexy couple teaching a curious girl about sex? Ho hum.
I promised myself I would take Paxil for at least a month to give it time, but I broke that promise. After three weeks of taking it, I tapered off and replaced it with something that was a MUCH better fit for me…
By Kendra Holliday | August 13, 2017
At my yearly physical last June, I talked to my doctor about my drinking problem.
He didn’t offer me much help. He’s a good man, but the system has his hands tied.
This year, I came to him with an even BIGGER problem – my menopause madness. I was at death’s door, but still raging.
I begged for blood work, and told him I was in a desperate situation. Of course the office air conditioning wasn’t working. I was SO hot and bothered.
He automatically prescribed Paxil, which has been studied with menopause symptoms.
I knew it would fuck with my sex drive/orgasms, but I just almost died, so I figured it was worth a shot. Better to find a stopgap while I searched for relief.
After the doctor appointment, I loaded up on ice and cold drinks, and went to Tower Grove Park. I communed with my tree friends. Being under a tree is like church for me.
I like how trees have roots that run deep, and they also have branches that reach to the sky. Which brings me to birds. I have an affinity to birds, as well. And butterflies.
If you visit my house, you can see this for yourself – my house is full of plants, birds, and butterfly imagery. It is definitely a fairy cottage.
This is why I hate hospitals so much – I dropped out of nursing school because I realized that even though I wanted to help people heal, I couldn’t work under fluorescent lights and with no windows to the outside world.
ANYWAY, I got my blood work back, and everything was normal enough. No diabetes, thyroid is fine, etc. My testosterone was a little higher than normal, but no big deal.
I continued to ice myself down, and made an appointment with a Women’s Clinic that specializes in hormone therapy. You have to be careful when it comes to choosing a clinic – some are really expensive and don’t care about you, but I heard good things about this one.
Meanwhile, I reluctantly started taking the Paxil. And then, of course this happened…
By Kendra Holliday | August 12, 2017
I’d like to blame Trump for my alcoholism, but in all fairness, I’ve been dealing with it for the past couple years.
Menopause and the current social climate has made it much worse, so I’ve been trying to get it under control.
But goddamn it’s a STRUGGLE.
Like this woman.
I started going to therapy in February after my first breakdown, and to help me deal with my teen daughter and my aging parents. I take care of so many people – not just family, but clients. I love it so much, but it can get overwhelming.
It became clear that I was self-medicating with alcohol.
And menopause symptoms are very similar to alcoholic symptoms, or withdrawal symptoms, or other mental illness.
I’ve found myself addicted to alcohol, as well as social media/the internet. It makes me feel weak! I want to be STRONG!
At first I was deeply ashamed of being a lush, but I’ve had time to process and research it, and I’m fine talking about it.
I’m currently an active, high functioning alcoholic. The book Drinking: A Love Story by Caroline Knapp seems to capture my experience very well. (I was bummed to learn the author died at age 42 of lung cancer!) I love my work, I have great relationships and community, a fabulous daughter, a lovely little home. I’ve worked hard to overcome past trauma. My core beliefs include being open and honest – I have nothing to hide. I’m one of the freest people I know. I live a rich and beautiful life. My mantra is Replace the Fear with Love.
So what the fuck?? Why am I struggling like this? I read Chasing the Scream – I know the causes of addiction and why people self-medicate in order to deal with pain, neglect, and isolation.
I’ve been to three AA meetings, and they are great. I’ve been reading the Big Book.
I’ve also attended one Moderation Management meeting, which was great, too. They have a book on Responsible Drinking.
I’ve noticed the AA crowd seems to be more of the “rock bottom” type who use alcohol to avoid responsibility, whereas the MM folks are more perfectionists cracking under the pressure of doing ALL the things.
Of course, this is a gross generalization based on four experiences. I want to attend more of each.
I’m also keenly interested in the Sinclair Method, which utilizes therapy and a drug called Naltrexone. I’ve been begging health professionals for a prescription to this medication for the past two years, but no one will prescribe it to me. I have no idea if this would affect my sex life, but would like to find out.
I looked into out-patient treatment, but was quoted $10,000 WITH insurance.
I have a list of a few other resources I still need to dig into – Empower Psych Centers, Beat Addiction St Louis, Smart Recovery, Refuge Recovery, Harris House, White House Retreat, …. the list goes on, and is overwhelming. I have a hard time knowing where to start, so then I put it off until the next day.
I’m constantly justifying my drinking. I drink to celebrate, I love the ritual, I drink to cope and slow down. I drink almost every day, and it’s not good for my body.
So yeah, that’s another thing I’m dealing with right now.
By Kendra Holliday | August 12, 2017
In February, I got blindsided by a mental breakdown.
In June, I almost killed myself.
What happened between Feb and June?
The meltdown in February made me think I was going insane. My mom has a long history of severe mental illness, and my daughter struggles with it, too, so I figured it was finally my time to succumb to it.
But why was it happening? What changed in my brain to set off this explosion of uncontrollable behavior?
I started keeping track of my severe symptoms.
I noticed it happened about once a month. Feb was acute. March was intense. April was mild. May was madness. June was the worst.
About once a month, I would freak the fuck out. I would explode like a volcano. I raged. I paced. I begged. I screamed. I spoke in tongues. It felt like going into labor.
I remember when my water broke with my daughter 17 years ago, I felt the same feeling of fight or flight. The birthing process was water rage – this was fire rage.
I saw stars. My psyche cracked open. I sobbed. The pain and beauty was too much.
All my life, I’ve been cold. I hated ice water, air conditioning. I’d bring sweaters or blankets to grocery stores, movie theaters, offices.
Now, I was SO FUCKING HOT. I was guzzling ice water. I was a wild animal.
The heat would boil up in my chest and erupt out of my crown.
My entire body felt electrified, throbbing, pulsing, crackling.
I had four psychotic episodes leading up to my planned suicide. I needed to get away from this. I needed it to end.
through the fog and confusion, I realized I was dealing with hormones.
Like most people, I had an intense puberty experience as a teenager. Pregnancy was a big fucking deal. And now I was entering menopause, which is like puberty all over again, but turned inside out.
HORMONES ARE REAL.
Now to be clear, my experience is unusual. Some people have no issues, some have a few hot flashes and irritability.
Due to my hysterectomy, sensitivity, and genetic makeup, I was experiencing severe symptoms.
Similar to this woman.
Mood swings, suicidal thoughts, irritability, insomnia, depression, anxiety, fatigue, bloating, weight gain, hot flashes that last for days, night sweats, chest pains and palpitations, brain fog… GRIEF.
The day after my near death experience, I went right to my doctor and DEMANDED bloodwork.
I wanted to know my hormone levels. I wanted to try medicine before death.
I couldn’t drive, so I had a friend take me. He also took me to the park, so I could lie under the trees.
In my mad state, all trees were beings to me, not objects. I felt connected to them. They pulsed and whispered to me.
Now I understand why women back in the day were treated for hysteria, or condemned as witches.
I could barely function.
That night, I hosted a whore hangout, and I had to lie on the floor for it. I begged a friend to bring a chilled bottle of champagne to pour over my naked body in the bathtub, which she did, much to my bright delight.
Which brings me to the next tricky piece of this puzzle…
By Kendra Holliday | August 12, 2017
This SCARY thing started happening to me back in February, and I didn’t know what it was.
I WAS LOSING MY MIND.
My first episode occurred the same day I impulse bought a grandfather clock – how timely!
Have you ever impulse bought anything? This year, here are two things I impulse bought:
a grandfather clock, and a funny shaped sweet potato.
I like blaming my daughter for the goddamn limited edition Howard Miller heirloom clock. We stopped by a furniture store that was going out of business. I was looking for candles or something. I saw a wall of grandfather clocks and mentioned casually to my daughter, “My great uncle used to build grandfather clocks. I’ve always wanted one.”
That’s why I have one in my dollhouse, as well as a roll top desk. My grandfather had a roll top desk. I never imagined I would have either of those things in real life, any more than I can imagine myself owning an orange muscle car or 5 bedroom house for hosting orgies. They are too fancy and expensive.
My daughter marched right up to the salesperson and said, “Would you please help my mother? She wants to buy a clock.”
I sputtered in protest, but decided to find out the price. It was 50% off, so I went ahead and YOLO’ed and got it.
After I bought it, I felt the same anxiety I get after I book a ticket to Europe. WHAT HAVE I DONE? IT’S SUCH A COMMITMENT!
By Kendra Holliday | August 12, 2017
If you have seen me since June 5 and are glad about it, then please thank my partner Matthew for saving my life. If you know him, shake his hand.
On June 4, after months of angst and confusion, I was ready to die by suicide. I loved life, but it was all too much to bear.
I’ve had many death fantasies over the years.
When I was homeless, I thought I had no place in this world and wanted to leave.
When I was a stripper, I felt trapped and helpless.
There was one job I hated so much, I used to fantasize about getting in a car accident on the way there.
In 2010/2011 when I was going through the hell of being fired and sued and almost losing everything I had – home, money, daughter, dignity – I contemplated suicide.
But the only time I’ve ever actually attempted suicide was as a teenager. I overdosed on a bottle of pills and ended up puking and having charcoal shoved down my nose by a tube and then locked in the psych ward for a month. So much stinging and tears. It was NOT a good environment for healing, but at least it removed me from the toxic chaos of my home life.
This year, I encountered something so unexpected, so intangible, it caught me completely off guard. I went into primal fight or flight mode. I didn’t know what it was, but I had to escape.
I was temporarily insane.
So, I started planning. I got my affairs in order. I made sure my life insurance papers were handy. I plotted out where it would be and what I would wear, and who would find my body. I created a soft nest in a safe place. I picked out a pretty nightgown. I built an altar around my safe place – surrounding it with photos of my daughter, my love voodoo bag, and the ashes of my friend.
I picked up the supplies I needed for ending my life painlessly and quickly. I know of an effective and accessible technique; I learned it from a scientist. Every time I hear of a person killing themselves by hanging, shooting, cutting, or overdose, I pity their suffering and wish they knew of this better, more humane method.
By Kendra Holliday | July 30, 2017
I’ve been blogging since 2006. At one point, I was posting 5-7 days a week. I was a blogging FIEND.
This current iteration of my blogging career features 575 posts. I consider it my vita. People see the topics I cover and how open and honest I am and feel compelled to reach out to me. They know they can tell me ANYTHING.
Blogging was my internship for what I do for a “loving” now – talking consultations, intimacy sessions, fantasy facilitation, play party hosting, and SO much more.
Back when I was a baby blogger, people would contact me and say, “You are SO fascinating. I’d like to meet you for coffee and pick your brain!”
At first, I was flattered. Who, me? I have no degree, I have no license. I have no letters – M.D., LSW, Ph.D. – after my name. I’m just a friendly neighborhood MILF slut who puts it out there.
I am YOU – without a filter. I am YOU – raw, and without fear.
So, I did it a few times – met with strangers and let them gush eagerly at me and ask tons of questions. It felt very one-sided, like I was cooking them an exotic dish and they were gobbling it up with relish and leaving fulfilled. Meanwhile, I left feeling drained.
Why should I go hang out with a stranger and help them on their journey and forsake time with my daughter, friends, family, and lovers?
So, I came up with a plan to thwart the intense – but super interesting! – invasion of my time and energy. The next time someone approached me, I returned with, “Sure, I can meet with you to discuss polyamory/fetishes/relationships/you name it. My rate is $60/hr.”
To my great surprise, they AGREED.
Wait, what? I’m not a licensed therapist. I’m not a certified life coach. I’m just a brave mom-next-door who’s in touch with her sexuality.
But, holy shit, it WORKED.
People were EAGER BEAVER to pay for my hands on experience, my alternative views, my judgement-free space, my wisdom, and most importantly – my female energy.
These are both me:
By Kendra Holliday | July 29, 2017
I LOOOVE podcasts. Do you listen to any? I hear that only 1 in 5 people do. They’re SUCH a wealth of information, community and connection.
Below are podcasts I’ve been featured on – the most recent is at the top.
August 2, 2017: Family Affairs: Sex-Positive Parenting, featuring Sex Worker Kendra Holliday and her 16 year old daughter!
July 23, 2017: About Sex with Angela Skurtu: Sex Surrogate Kendra Holliday and her partner Matthew discuss Polyamory, Masculinity, and anything Kinky
July 16, 2017: About Sex with Sex Therapist Angela Skurtu: Sex Surrogacy with Kendra Holliday and her partner Matthew
April 25, 2017: 057: BDSM: Shame, Humiliation, & Funnel Cakes
I had so much fun discussing creative sex play and humiliation with host Ben Robbins.
This one followed up an interview we did a month earlier.
March 25, 2017: 054: Escorting, Specialty Fetish and Non-Traditional Sex Therapy
Ah yes, good times!
Strangers podcast was by far the most popular one, where I talk about Sex Surrogacy.
April, 2016: Sexistential
Host Lea Thau visited me at my home. It was a nice change having a microphone stuck in my face instead of a penis, LOL!
March 28, 2011: Interview with Sex is Fun, all about my painful coming out process as a sex-positive activist.
October, 2010. Another interview about my coming out, this time with Life on the Swingset, right as it was happening.
October, 2010. This one is all about anal! with Life on the Swingset. I love how Cooper Beckett was celebrating pegging back before it was all the rage!
Those are all the ones I remember. I’ll keep this post updated with any new interviews. I’d love to have my own podcast, but I know how much time and energy it takes.
What are your favorite sex or human interest podcasts? Are there any you’d like to see me featured on?
I like Guys We Fucked, RISK!, Savage Lovecast, The Intimate Lifestyle, HiPPiE WiTCH, and Death, Sex and Money. One I just learned about is The Manwhore Podcast – he recently conducted an interview with an erotic massage sex worker as he received a happy ending! Another one new to me is The Mental Illness Happy Hour – the host often covers sexual shame and secret fantasies. It gets pretty deep. Check out the survey section on his website!
By Kendra Holliday | July 26, 2017
Ed Note: This is a short story my 16 year old daughter wrote about a young virgin woman being coerced into sex. Nothing like this has happened to my daughter, but I was struck at how much it captured my first experience having sex with a man. I was 16; he was 24. Please be warned that this is an intense piece of writing. A good writer makes the reader FEEL.
“So, you like guys?” asks Tim, grinning, one eyebrow arched high above sky blue eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Tiffany replies, suspicious of the upperclassman’s intentions.
“Well, I’ve never seen you kiss a guy,” he laughs, crow like, a short wheezing sound like a caw. “How would I know?”
“I like guys,” Tiffany insists, pulling up her bra strap. “Do I need to prove it to you?”
“Mm,” Tim purrs thoughtfully, an over articulated sound of dirty thought “Maybe.”
Maybe not, thinks Tiffany hotly, but she has been waiting so long for this. They both have. Tim, she knows, especially. It will be her first time. Tim has been more excited about it than she has, she’s certain, but she’s sure it will be wonderful. It has to be, right? That’s what he told her. His first time was, he said, and he has become very experienced. He’ll show her, he promised, and she knew he would. He’s great at sex, he wouldn’t lie about that. He’ll show her.
“Come on, baby,” Tim pulls her down across the bed by her bare shoulder, laying her across his lap as he reclines, stripped down to his underwear, ill fitting briefs too small.
She doesn’t know this was intentional, but he does. He knows how to present his package perfectly, and she’ll never be any the wiser. It’s not like she’s seen another guy’s penis before. She’ll love it. Tiffany’s name escapes his mind again, but it does not matter. He’ll never escape hers, and he loves it. It was meant to be.
Tiffany sits uncomfortably, finding herself frozen and small in Tim’s warm presence, his personality becoming overbearing and hot the longer she sits in the palm of his hand, undeniably becoming aware that maybe she doesn’t want to be here.
Tim strokes her hair, and she shudders, then tries to relax.
“Are you ready?” Tim asks, and Tiffany finds herself nodding, though her throat clogs, and she is unable to say otherwise.
By Kendra Holliday | July 17, 2017
|The more you know,
the more you grow.
Earlier I posted something on how to suck dick. Since women are more complex, I won’t pretend to know exactly what they all want. Some like more pressure, some like less direct stimulation, etc. But I do know what I want, so listen up! Take notes for our date…
“If her legs ain’t trembling like Bambi, you ain’t eatin’ it right.” – from this HILARIOUS video about eating pussy
1. Start at my head and slowly work your way down. Kiss me, pet me, stroke my hair. Delight in the curves and valleys of my breasts, my belly, my hips, my thighs. I usually like lying on my back to receive your oral worship.
2. Kiss the inside of my thighs. Inhale my scent. Lick up and down my slit.
3. Sure, tongue fuck me and all that good stuff. Then, focus on my clit. The key is the right speed and pressure. Don’t glue your mouth to it. Back up a little to give your tongue room to dance. Pretend you’re a cat lapping cream. Or, gently suck on my clit like it’s a teeny tiny dick – because it is! We all have the same parts down there, just different shapes and sizes!
4. Keep it steady, focus. If you get tired (it might take a few minutes, especially if we’re new to each other) take a breather and kiss on my thighs again, or play with some sex toys, buzzz. But get back to it when you’re ready! And feel free to ask if the pressure/speed is right. And don’t be offended if I offer a little guidance – good communication is key to great sexy time.
5. I like it even more if you put a finger or dildo inside me while you’re lickin’. You can move it slowly inside and out, or just rest it there. The sensation of having something inside is nice enough just on it’s own. I like to feel it when my muscles contract with the orgasm.
6. You’ll know I’m getting close when my legs tense up and I get quiet. And you’ll know when I cum cuz I’ll hyperventilate and erupt with some sexy or primal noise, and possibly grab your head. I might even cry, “You’re making me cum!!!” If we’re in church, I’ll just whisper to you that I’m cumming, so that you know what’s goin’ on, you sent me over the edge, yessss!
7. You can keep it up for a bit afterwards, I don’t go instantly sensitive. And usually after I cum I’m good n’ wet, it’s my fav foreplay, and I’m ready to fuck!
But first, I’ll give you a gold star.
Ladies, how do YOU like your pussy licked?
By Kendra Holliday | July 16, 2017
I wrote this post in 2013!!!
I didn’t mean to, but I got obsessed with Game of Thrones.
I try to avoid television series – they’re too much of a commitment. I hardly ever have time to sit around and watch TV – in fact, I don’t even have a TV, but I do have a laptop and a partner who likes his big TV. Also, it’s his fault I became a GoT freak – he turned me onto the show.
Here are the series I’ve tried:
1. Sex and the City – I watched all of them, and am embarrassed to admit it
2. Six Feet Under – didn’t make it to the end, bailed when the gay guy got robbed
3. Deadwood – I loved it
4. Dexter – bailed by the 3rd season or so
5. True Blood – bailed after 20 minutes, too violent
I can’t stand blood and guts, so I avoided GoT, but finally my partner convinced me to give it a try. “There are some really hot scenes,” he cajoled.
Yay for whores and brothels and group sex!
By Kendra Holliday | July 13, 2017
My friend offered to conduct an orgasm experiment with me!
He came over wearing a lab coat, carrying a clipboard and some measuring equipment.
We wanted to see how long it would take me to orgasm while he measured my heart rate and blood pressure every minute. We also audio recorded it.
He got me hooked up to the portable blood pressure monitor and sat by my bed, dutifully holding the clipboard and taking notes.
I stripped down and grabbed my new wireless Magic Wand.
“What are you going to fantasize about?” he asked.
“I think I’ll go with recalling some erotica I read earlier today about a virgin who gets impregnated on an island by a caveman, that was pretty hot.”
He nodded, then offered, “Here’s what I think you’d be into – imagine Matthew calls you up and is with another woman and is giving her an orgasm and wants you to listen.”
“OH that sounds good, too, I like it! And no doubt he’ll get off, too!”
With that, I was ready to rock. RIGHT as I was about to hit record, my next door neighbor fired up his motorcycle right outside my bedroom window! Arrghh!
My Doctor said, “We can wait a minute, he’ll leave soon.”