What is sexological bodywork?
I blink slowly at my computer screen, the blue light illuminating my face.
To put it simply, I help people focus on the erotic pleasure of physical touch, helping people become more aware of pleasurable sensations in their body while releasing shame and inhibition.
I scroll down the lengthy page of my clients list. I’m booked out for months, but I finally find what I’m looking for.
Jessica Morrows. 24. Suffers from poor body image and anorgasmia.
I chew thoughtfully on the end of my pencil, scribbling down notes on the paper in front of me. It’s not something I usually treat, but I’m willing to expand my repertoire.
I peer curiously over the desk as the door chimes in front of me, a nervous woman ghosting up to the counter. She places her ID on the counter, just as blue eyed and blonde as the real life counter part looking up at me.
“J-Jessica Morrows.” She says, meeting my eyes meekly before looking away. “I have the 3 o’clock.”
I look Jessica up and down. My eyes shift from her curly locks to the layers of clothes covering her body. She folds her arms around her middle, looking at the floor.
‘This’ll work.’ I think, dropping my pencil onto the desk as I push out my chair. “Tanya Evans.” I say, Jessica taking my hand slowly. “I’ll be your practitioner for today.”
Jessica nods. She looks like she’s having second thoughts. I wave my arm around to the curtained doorway behind me. “Right this way, please.” I say, Jessica trailing behind me like a ghost.
I gently take her arm as we walk, guiding her into the examination room. The examination room is about twice the size of the reception. It’s only me today and it’s my job to introduce Jessica to all the works.
“Let me introduce you to the examination room.” I say, guiding Jessica by the small of her back. I indicate each area of the room with my palm, making sure to sound calm and collected. “We have the showers to the back. A changing room to the left of that and the table over here.” I gesture to a folding bed made up in white. “This is where the magic happens. We’ll take it nice and slow.”
Jessica nods quietly, her cheeks sprinkled with pink. She looks to the trays surrounding the bed, covered with lubricants and toys. “It might not seem like it, but I’m really nervous.” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.
I place my hand on her should reassuringly. Anyone within a ten mile radius could’ve told you that. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I say reassuringly. “Today is all about your pleasure and honouring your body. I won’t do anything without your explicit permission.”
Jessica nods. “There’s no need to be nervous.” She says, her shoulders loosening a little under my touch.
“Before we begin, how about a nice shower?” I say, stepping towards the curtained cubicle at the back of the room. “We have a range of relaxing lavender and rose scents and soft, fluffy towels to keep you comfortable.”
“Yes,” Jessica says. “A shower would be nice.”
I pull back the curtain to the dressing room. “Please take your clothes off here.” I say, Jessica stepping into the changing room. “For your privacy I won’t look until you give me your express permission. I’ll be getting everything ready at the table.”
Jessica nods shyly. “Okay.” She says, disappearing behind the curtain.
I can hear the ruffle of her fabric hitting the ground as she relieves herself of her clothes. “Take as long as you like.” I say, making my way towards the table.
I pull up a swivel chair beside the bedside, the sound of bare feet hurrying to the shower as I look at the trays that had gotten Jessica so flustered. We had a range of vibrators, specialised for different sensations of touch. Internal. External. Suction. Multi-focal. The lot. We had every flavour of lube under the sun. Heating gels. Cooling. Lube that looked like cum. Dildos. My fingers. My mouth. Jessica was spoiled for choice.
Behind me the water shuts off, steam rising from under the curtain. I hear a sigh, small hands reaching for the towel thrown over the cubicle as I make sure everything is in order.
I can see Jessica’s silhouette through the thin curtain separating me and her. “Do I come out now?” She says.
“When you’re ready.” I reply, surprised when the curtain immediately flings open, a flustered but emboldened looking Jessica striding towards the bedside.
I cant help but smile at how determined she looks. I love when clients take control of their pleasure. “Would you like to take the towel off?” I said, Jessica running her hands through her wet hair.
“Yes.” She says, glancing down at her body one last time before letting the towel drop to the ground.
My eyes scan her body, slowly tracing her up and down. She looks embarrassed as I run my eyes over all her dips and curves, forcing her arms to her side. My heart quickens in my chest. I drink in the sight of her full breasts and womanly hips. She has an extremely feminine body, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt so excited around a client.
I smile professionally, patting the bed sheets. “Please lie down.” I say.
Jessica wastes no time crawling into bed, sliding her feet into the stirrups as I slide a pair of gloves onto my hands.
“So Jessica,” I say in a low, soothing voice. “You’re looking to treat your anorgasmia?”
“Yes,” Jessica says, shivering when I pull my chair in closer. “I haven’t been able to orgasm in months.”
“Do you know what might be holding you back?” I say, Jessica looking thoughtful.
“Not really,” she mused. “I get close but can never quite finish.”
“Have you tried toys?” I say.
Jessica shakes her head. “I’m not sure where to begin with that.”
I look down at the tray, my eyes on a vibrating five inch dildo. “I think I know the solution to that.” Jessica releases a shakey breath in the bed. “But for now,” I say, my hands hovering above her body. “How about some grounding touch?”
Jessica shivers. “What’s grounding touch?”
My eyes trace Jessica’s torso. “Grounding touch helps you feel more in tune with your body, priming you for pleasure. I stimulate and introduce you to your erogenous zones with gentle, targeted touch.”
For a moment Jessica hesitates. “Okay.” She says, shifting her feet in the stirrups.
“Relax.” I say, my hands shifting to her face. “I won’t touch between your legs until you give me the ok.”
“Okay.” Jessica says quietly, her lips plump beneath my thumb.
I brush her cheek with the back of my hand. “Let’s begin.” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I can feel Jessica’s pulse drumming in her throat as I smooth my fingers down the nape of her neck. I can feel the canter of her heart in her chest as I trace my fingers slowly between the valley of her breasts.
I cup her breasts between my hands. Jessica holds her breath. I can feel her stiffen beneath my touch as I press my thumbs against her nipples, perky and hard. It’s normal for clients to feel a little on edge. The first time can be very exhilarating.
“Is everything okay?” I say, Jessica’s skin warm and smooth against my gloves.
“Yes.” Jessica breathes, closing her eyes as she steadies herself with a deep breath.
I massage her chest gently, finishing with a soft squeeze. “Good.” I say, continuing my journey down her torso.
I hear Jessica’s breath catch in her throat when I trail across her navel. I pause, my fingers on her belly. “Is this sensitive?” I say, Jessica fidgeting when I press down onto her skin.
“Y-yes.” She whispers, her legs moving slightly.
“The belly is a potent erogenous zone.” I say, tracing circles on her navel with my fingers. “Combined with inner thigh touch it can be highly arousing.”
Jessica sighs. “Can you touch my thighs?” She says, opening her legs just that little bit further.
My hands disappear between her legs. “Gladly.” I say, Jessica hiding her face as I focus on the sensitive skin of her thighs.
It’s my first time seeing her pussy, pink and already so wet. Jessica seems embarrassed, her cheeks scarlett. “Relax,” I reassure her. “It’s normal.”
I can’t help but eat up the sight of her pussy, her abdomen moving with each stroke of my fingers. Her lips look so soft. Her clit so kissable. I can only imagine what it’ll feel like to slide my fingers deep inside her if she lets me.
I feel hot between my legs.
“You can touch me there.” Jessica says, taking the words right out of my mouth.
My heart quickens. “Touch you where.” I say, Jessica squirming beneath my touch.
“My pussy.” She whispers, her heat glistening in the bright lights. “I want you to touch my pussy.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. My palms trace the insides of her thighs as she parts them with a sigh. She’s a soft, wet mess and I can’t wait to touch her most womanly asset. I’d seen plenty of pussy in my lifetime. All shapes and sizes. But Jessica’s was just so perfect. I press my fingertips to her lips, they were as soft as they looked.
Jessica moved against my touch, her belly rising with a sharp intake of breath. My eyes lingered on her face, eyelashes fanning her cheek, rosy lips parted as she gasped shallow breaths. To think she was already this receptive when I’d barely touched her.
I spread her lips with gentle fingers. “Would you say you’re particularly sensitive?” I said, looking at the criss-cross of her arousal between her lips.
“Yeah.” She breathed, her hips angling upwards when I pulled back on her vulva revealing her clit. “Sometimes I can’t finish because it’s too much.”
“Hmn,” I say, eyeing the vibrators to my side. “Perhaps a vibe would be sufficient.”
Jessica’s eyes fluttered open. “Won’t that be too stimulating?” She said, peering at me shyly.
My fingers closed around a pink silicone vibrator, 5 inches long with a wide head. “Don’t worry,” I say reassuringly, Jessica flinching when I bring the toy to her clit. “I’ll use gentle pressure. It’s all about hitting the right spots. Tell me when I can begin.”
For a moment Jessica pauses, and I can see her weighing up the pros and cons in her eyes. It doesn’t take long, Jessica tracing her hands up her chest meekly. “Let’s do it.” She says.
Jessica barely has time to get another word in when the vibe buzzes to life. Her reaction tells me all I need to know, Jessica falling back onto the bed as I push the vibrator just below her clit.
“How is it?” I say, the vibe buzzing against my fingers.
Jessica moans. “It feels good.” She gasps, moaning again when I direct the vibe back to her hood.
I look up at Jessica, transfixed in her state of pleasure. She covers her mouth in a feeble attempt to stem the flow of sounds coming from her mouth, but she quickly realises it’s futile when I press against her a little harder.
“There’s no need to hide your pleasure.” I say reassuringly, Jessica’s hips bucking on the bed. “Sex is about letting go. You can let go.”
Jessica moans for me, nice and deep. Her soft thighs squeeze around my shoulders pulling me in. I can feel my own legs tighten, my own pussy wet against my panties. I have half the mind to stroke my clit while she moves her body, but watching her pussy drip is all the sweeter.
Jessica gasps, her body lifting off the bed suddenly. Her legs are shaking and I know it’s now or never.
I remove the vibrator from her pussy. Jessica’s eyes shoot open.
“W-what?” She says, her eyes disappointed.
I click the vibrator off. “My apologies, Miss Morrows.” I said. “But from previous clients I find delaying orgasm leads to the best results.”
Jessica is breathing hard, her breath coming in short bursts. “Just fuck my pussy,” she begs desperately. “Please, just fuck my pussy.”
I trace her entrance with small circles from my fingers. She’s flooding. “How do you want it?” I say, admiring my soaking fingertips.
“Your fingers.” She whispers. “Your tongue. Please make me cum.”
I hum, scooting back on my seat as I align my face with her lap. “I appreciate your enthusiasm.” I say. And without another word I push a finger inside her pussy.
I immediately sink all the way to my knuckles. I can feel her blooming around me, her velveteen walls tight around my fingers. Jessica’s body responds in a way her voice never could, but her voice is strained and musical as I slide a second finger in. It fits perfectly, like my fingers were made for her pussy.
I lick my lips.
I can’t wait to get a taste.
I waste no time, Jessica’s thighs snug around my neck as I press a kiss against her kitty. With my free hand I spread her lips, marvelling at her beauty in its rawest form before lowering my lips to her body. I push my tongue against her clit, flat and even as I slowly trail upwards. My fingers push deeper and her legs jolt. Her fingers immediately tangling in my hair. She groans as I take my time lapping at her pussy, tasting her over and over again.
I draw her lips into my mouth, releasing them with a ‘pop’. I move down her pussy in the shape of a ‘Z’. Jessica’s losing herself and she’s losing it fast. I know she won’t last long. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is I’m pleasuring her pussy. Bringing my client for the edge of ultimate satisfaction. Making her cum and giving her the wettest, most pleasurable head that she won’t forget.
And that’s exactly what I do, drooling on her pussy as I flick her clit with a pointed tongue. I add more pressure, pulling my fingers back to her entrance and gliding upwards. I find what I’m looking for, that rough fleshy spot I’m so eager to touch. I stroke her g spot softly. Jessica immediately floods around my fingers. She’s dripping down my hand now, shiny and sleek. I pump faster and her legs start to tremble.
We’re in the endgame now. I close my mouth around her kitty. I’m sucking on Jessica’s clit, her voice echoes around the room. I bury my face into her pussy, flicking my tongue hard against her clit. She cries out one final time as she cums hard, pushing down on my head desperate for my touch. She practically screams when I continue to bob my head, holding on tight as she writhes above me. I can feel her pussy contracting all around me, squeezing my fingers tight in quick succession. Then there is silence. I press one last kiss against her pussy, a wet shivering mess laid out before me.
All I can hear is the sound of Jessica’s breathing, panting and ragged. She looks down at me as she touches her pussy, sliding her fingers over my handiwork as she collapses onto the bed.
“How was it?” I say, eager for feedback.
“It was incredible.” Jessica says, raising an arm to her brow. “Is that really what it feels like to cum?”
“You tell me.” I say, reaching for a tissue to my right, dabbing my mouth. “What did it feel like for you?”
For a moment Jessica says nothing, sitting up on the bed. “Like the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.” She says.
I can’t help but smile. “There lies your answer.” I say, handing Jessica a tissue of her own. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
***
“I can’t thank you enough.” Jessica says, leaning over the front desk. My eyes scan her body one last time. It’s a shame she’s fully clothed.
“It’s my pleasure, Miss Morrows.” I say, my fingers tapping away at the computer. “After all, your pleasure is my pleasure.”
Jessica blushes as if I hadn’t just seen her naked. My smile reaches my eyes. “Can I expect to see you again?” I ask.
The sparkle in Jessica’s eyes is all too telling. “In about a month?” She says, her blush deepening when I look up at her. “I mean, if that’s ok with you.”
“I’d love to see you again.” I say, closing the file in front of me. “But for now don’t forget your homework. I want you to keep finding new ways to pleasure yourself. I expect to see your findings next time.”
Jessica nods meekly, giving me one last wave as she heads towards the door. She pushes it open with her shoulder, her hand gripping the handle when she turns back to me.
“Maybe I can give you some homework of your own?” She says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Look forward to my tongue on your clit.” She says. And with a flip of her hair she’s gone.
For a moment I stare at the door. I laugh to myself quietly.
God, I love my job.
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Best story I’ve read in months! Great story!
thank you! well written!