Sex Therapist: Introduction

The stigma associated with self-pleasure has long been an attempt to sway our self-interest and ultimate gratification. Even before conception we are drawn to the intense stimulation of masturbation. In the womb, males and females alike are drawn to the pleasures associated with a delicate rubbing or pressing of the genitals.

The vast majority of us explore our sexual desires as teenagers, quickly learning the power of touch and sound. A moan can excites us, while a touch can bring us to near orgasm. We tell ourselves there just isn’t enough time on Earth to explore what we have uncovered. And truth be told, there isn’t.

Only recently has the topic been widely open to discussion, but still many quiet the subject or avoid it all together. Countries have united to encourage masturbation, stating it is a citizen right and it will not be shunned or denied. Even so much as rallying for teenagers to engage in masturbation daily.

We people have progressed so far ahead, becoming so intellectualized we forget our basic needs. The need to orgasm.

I am an advocate for healthy sexual expression not because it is my field of work, but because the sentiment is one I truly believe. It is what makes me the best damn sex therapist in the Los Angeles area. My clients travel near and far, seeking direction and restoration of their sexless marriages.

What the court documents won’t tell you are those “irreconcilable differences” are simply a guise for “he can’t get it up” or “she’s drier than barren wasteland”.

My clients are teetering on the brinks of insanity. That is before they pick up the phone and call my office.

There are no boundaries; there are no exceptions to my job. Excluding of course the obvious, I don’t sleep with my clients. Despite requests from both men and women, it is one of my ultimate rules.  Clients who apprehensively voiced their request were newly acquired clients who thought that by bringing an additional woman in their bedroom their sex life could be restored. They were naïve and ill-informed, poor things. That misconception would be mistake number one.

Bringing a third person in your bedroom only intermittently satisfies the desires of two lovers. It is only passable to bring a third person if the relationship is solid and the sexual desires of both are abundant and fulfilled. Open relationships which have this understanding work exceptionally, however, this is rare. Most people don’t like to share.

Personally, I don’t mind it one bit.

As I pulled up to my office I observed the brightly colored Honda sedan parked in the front lot. Maria, my customer relations associate, had already arrived. Impressive. She wasn’t required to be here for another hour.

Only recently hired last week, she had already began making her imprint on me as well as my staff. She was timely and organized, but most importantly she was charismatic. She had a way with words and she made my clients feel at ease throughout their screening. The last thing they needed was to be interrogated, but the information was needed to better determine if I could help them.

Entering the building, I greeted my receptionist Alisa and proceeded towards my office. Three doors shy of my destination, Maria nearly sent my coffee airborne as she exited the mailroom and ran straight in to me.

“Ms. Kelly,” she stated unnerved, “I apologize. I didn’t see you.”

                “It’s fine,” I reassured.

                “After you,” she motioned.

While her left hand completed the forward gesture her other did something I didn’t expect. As I nodded and stepped forward she placed a hand on my lower back. Correction. It wasn’t my lower back at all, I was extenuating the offense. She touched my ass!