The Therapist

After much internal debate, Michelle finally worked through her trepidations to discuss a rather private concern with her GP. In the past year, attaining an orgasm became increasingly difficult during the rare moments of physical intimacy with her spouse. The relationship was well intact, but years of the same led to a drop in libido and increased sexual frustration, in fact, her last orgasm during intercourse was a distant memory. The harder she tried the worse it became, and virtually assured a continued pattern. The frustration finally trumped embarrassment leading to this day. The GP had assured her that similar situations were typically psychological in nature and therefore a consultant visit was in order. Fortunately the GP had received positive feedback from other patients about a local therapist, who generally produced positive results. Leaving the GP’s office with a consult in hand she couldn’t help but wonder if she was ‘crazy’ – why else would her GP want her to see a psychologist? Perhaps she should have revealed that she had no problems when using her two favorite, but worn-out, vibrators. During the weeks leading up to this appointment she was nagged by the GP’s last words, “don’t worry, you’ll grow accustomed to his accent,” which she followed with a subtle wink. Dr Picard, Psychologist. The sign on the door was clear but subtle on this old converted Victorian terraced home. A bit of concern remained as she walked inside, but in general the walk to the office through a well-manicured park distracted her mind sufficiently. She was greeted by a pleasant receptionist, no different than the norm, although slightly younger and definitely more attractive. “Please have a seat, Dr P is typically running a few minutes late, but don’t worry, he won’t cut your time short,” the receptionist directed after they exchanged brief pleasantries. The waiting room was comfortable with a loveseat and several Anadolu Yakası Escort leather chairs more typically found in a well-kept home than an office. The music was relaxing and the general atmosphere intentionally put her at ease. Looking around, the magazines were current and pointed to someone interested in an active lifestyle, sailing, biking, kayaking, also world affairs. The paintings were all signed originals with a Mediterranean influence. Clearly the waiting room was considered carefully, but without being ostentatious. The quality visible to the discerning eye, but otherwise simply deemed comfortable and relaxing. She sat back and tried to look comfortable … to no avail. About ten minutes late, a man emerged politely escorting another patient out of the office. Looking up, she averted eye contact with the other woman, but then caught a glimpse of this man. OMG!was her first thought, then quickly chided herself for such an adolescent reaction. He stood in the door way, 6 foot tall, broad shouldered without being muscular, and fit for his age which she estimated at mid-40’s but solely because of the salt-and-pepper hair. His skin and face appeared a few years younger than his actual age without the usual wrinkles. Tall, dark and handsome came to mind – she was well aware of the cliché, but was a bit too struck to think of anything else in the moment. He had a naturally dark complexion, symmetrical face, and dark brown eyes which were tucked behind a pair of current yet conservative glasses. Head to toe, he dressed professionally without being stuffy and uptight. The biggest suggestion to his style came at the glimpse of the watch beneath his cuff and a pair of shoes which were clearly Italian and certainly not purchased near here. He walked in with confidence, but lacked any apparent arrogance. She guessed he was Italian based on his complexion, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan shoes and art. The other two women were clearly at ease in his presence. In that second, she was also caught by how much she literally absorbed of this man in a few brief, self-indulgent, seconds. “Michelle I presume? I’m Dr P, sorry I’m late. Would you like to come back?” Michelle muttered something unintelligible, caught off-guard by her observations, thoughts and sudden recollection that she was here to discuss her sexual (not so) well-being. He extended his hand with a firm, but comfortable grip. His hands were strong, yet remained soft to the touch. Michelle’s mouth dried and her heart began to race as she experienced a quick flashback to her GP’s wink, while making further observations and mental notes as he strolled off in front of her. Although it was soft, she caught the accent –‘American? What was he doing here? Or was he an Italian who happened to learn English in the states?’ “Please have a seat,” he offered, pointing to a long comfortable couch, “but don’t worry, I think Freud spent far too much time doing drugs, its simply a comfortable couch I picked up while living near Venice.” The pieces would have fit together better if she were not so damn nervous. “Thanks for coming in today, normally I would spend a little time simply asking why you’re here Michelle, but your GP was kind enough to give me a heads up. I can appreciate how difficult it is to discuss a topic as sensitive as your sexual well-being and that it might be a tad bit embarrassing.” ‘You have no idea,’ she thought to herself. “But I can assure you that your concerns are common and I doubt you’re crazy”. To that, he added a wry little smile and a wink, easing some of her tension, while creating an entirely new one. ‘Is it possible for a man’s voice to be so soothing, almost velvety? Escort Anadolu Yakası Focus Michelle!’ she keeps chiding herself. At this point she was acutely aware of being flushed head to toe, not exactly what she expected when crawling out from under her duvet this morning. “Before we progress further, can I verify that your goal remains your sexual well-being and concerns about achieving an orgasm with your partner?” direct and to the point he remained, professional without any glimpse of discomfort discussing her ability to orgasm. She kept thinking,’if only I were equally comfortable.’ “Over the course of my career I’ve discovered that often the problem is rarely anorgasmia, rather it stems from a problem in the relationship, sometimes its only a matter of communication. Can you tell me, when was the last time you had an orgasm with your husband? And do you have any problem achieving an orgasm when you masturbate?” Gasp. That did it, Michelle noticed that she caught her breath quickly. While she was hesitant to discuss sex with her husband, this dream of a man pulled no strings, and just asked a question she rarely admits to even her closest friends. ‘Is he on to me? How did he know that I can cum while reading porn and rubbing my clit with my favorite pink orb?’ “I’m sorry Michelle, I can see I caught you off guard a little bit, I realize this is awkward to discuss, but if I’m not direct we will spend the next 45 minutes dancing around the subject and the last 5 with you acknowledging your concerns more honestly. I’d rather see us use your time productively.” “You’re right, I guess I wasn’t prepared, but am hoping you might be able to help. Or at least that’s what my GP suggested. Did anyone ever say you are a bit unconventional?” she asks, her voice starting to quiver a little less. A big grin extended across his face, “Haha, I’ve heard many things over the years, but nice try, remember, this is about you.” ‘Damn, he’s quick too. Don’t try to side track him again.’ While thinking this, she had an uncomfortable feeling that he might read her thoughts too. “So, can you tell me, when was the last time you were passionately intimate with your husband? And when was the last time you had an orgasm with him? Or on your own?”.