My [25F] first time going to the masseuse my friend calls the “orgasm” doctor [MF]

I decided it was finally time for me to contribute to this amazing community of writers, authors and dreamers. As somebody who’s enjoyed this community for years I thought I owed it to the community to finally come out of lurking. This community has given me many ways to enjoy myself and a few have actually inspired me in ways I didn’t know I needed to be inspired or knew I could. I hope you enjoy this story of something that happened to me a few months ago. There’s a lot of background information that probably isn’t interesting to anybody here but I wanted to share it because it’s part of who I am.

I know this isn’t the sexiest story by comparison to some here but I thought here goes nothing.

When I was a long term committed relationship between 19 and 24. I loved my boyfriend but stepping back we had clear fundamental differences that I ignored. It was a classic college relationship and I kept setting milestones and future dates to reevaluate if we wanted to stay together. I figured things will work themselves out if I just give it more time. After graduation, I gave up a job I was in love with to move to a different city to be with him. I was a little lost but once again I figured maybe it could work. It worked for two years before I finally gave up. A college professor of mine who became a mentor refereed me to a job in a city 2,000 miles away.

I got the offer. I was elated. I cried. I couldn’t wait to share the news with my boyfriend. He looked at me and blankly stared at me and said so what. That was it for me. I left him and moved to a new city where I barely knew anybody…except for my friend Rachel.

Rachel and I went to college together but we were never that close. We ran into different social circles and I was an English and Journalism major while she was a nutrition major. After a few weeks in the new city, we became closer then I ever thought we would be. We laughed at the frustration of dating and I confided I only had sex with one person since my breakup and it was awful. It was drunk sex in which he thought the goal was to see how quickly he could cum and how many jack hammering motions it would take before I told him to stop. The passion and focus on satisfying your partner just wasn’t there. The one thing about my ex, was that he could fuck.

She looked at me floored and asked me how I was surviving. I laughed and said barely. Immediately, her face lit up and said she had an idea. She told me for the last year she’s been visiting what she called the Orgasm Doctor. I laughed but she told me to look into it before I say no.

I remember that night being in my apartment and deciding to google what Rachel told me about. Almost immediately, I found his website and what seems like hundreds of reviews from women of different ages and backgrounds.

The process seemed selective and I can’t remember if it was curiosity of it all or my high libido that made me apply. I emailed him and he responded within minutes. We exchanged some more emails and he asked for my background and a pictured which I thought seemed okay. After a more emails we scheduled something for Saturday afternoon. It was Thursday and even though
It was only two days away I felt like a girl on Christmas Eve.

Saturday finally and after having a moral dilemma Friday night and almost cancelling, I was excited. He sent me an address and I arrived 15 minutes early at a small studio
apartment. After pacing around the block, it was time. I got off the elevator a ball of emotions. I knocked twice and that’s when he opened the door.

He looked like his photos. He was probably in his 50s and very fit and good looked. He greeted me with a firm handshake and invited me inside. He motioned for me to sit on his couch and offered me tea which I accepted. He asked me questions about my sex life and sexuality without judgment. He asked my expectations, boundaries and reminded me that at anytime he could stop. I nodded.

After about 10 minutes of question he got up and pointed to the robe hanging near a massage table he had set up. He lit a few candles and told me to change into whatever I felt comfortable and he would come back in a few minutes. I quickly took my jeans, shirt and bra and panties. I laid on the massage table under the sheets until he came back.

The first half of the massage was totally normal. I was relaxed for the first time in what felt like months. He worked his way from my neck to my back while quiet spa music was playing in the background. Nearly asleep, he asks me to turn around and asks if I’m ready for the massage to become more sensual. I nodded and I could feel my already wet pussy start to throb a little bit.

His hands waded from my upper thigh to my clit as I let out a moan of pleasure and consent. With his other hand, he lifted my butt up a little and slide his hand directly below my slit. As odd it seems, after 30 minutes of edging and desire I felt like
I could have cum right there.

He slowly slide a finger and then another into my pussy and hit my g-spot instantly. I’ve slept with men who never find it but this man found it within seconds. He kept gripping my ass while fingering me and placing pressure on my throbbing clit.

I closed my eyes and could feel my back buckling at every motion he made. I was close and he could tell. My arched back forcing his hand to graze my nipples before I said more. He quickly for the hint, and pinched my erect nipples into oblivion. I was dripping wet and nearly screaming from pleasure and balled my hands into a fist to try and prevent myself from an awkward elevator encounter with a neighbor before the pressure was too much and I let out a scream. I buckled my legs one more time before closing them quickly from the pleasure. I looked down at my spread legs as he removed his fingers from my pussy and a heavy amount of grool was covering his fingers.

I was shaking and my body was in ecstasy. It was the best orgasm I ever had. He whispered we were done and offered me a shower which I accepted. Afterwards, we sat down and we reflected on the experience.

And I made my next appointment.

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