Something happened to me, there is no more doubt: I have ceased to receive pleasure from my work. Apparently, lately a number of small changes have accumulated in me, which I did not notice, and now a revolution in perception has happened. This became especially clear today when this redhead addressed me. Why me? She may not trust Prokoshin. What to do? I had absolutely no reason to refuse! And as if paralysis broke me, I could not utter a word while she timidly undressed behind a screen. She had a growth between her legs, black with a reddish sheen, besides - strongly scented (before the visit to the sexologist?) When she restlessly shifted and moved her thighs, I was literally overwhelmed with a thick wave of spirits. Her pussy seemed disgusting and stupid to me, I felt terrible boredom and irritation, when my fingers sank into her hot vulva and I realized that the redhead was not seriously joining. I was digging into a slippery pink cave and could not understand why it brought me to this idiotic School of orgasm? What am I doing here? Why do I routinely manipulate the hunter of this nice woman, lying completely nude before me, and even in such a shameless pose? Why am I dressed in this stupid white bathrobe? My passion for female pussies died. She filled and fooled me for many years in a row, she was the main engine of my career - and now I felt tired and exhausted.

Sadly thinking about this, I semi-automatically moved my fingers at the right rhythm (years of daily practice had an effect), and my patient suddenly twitched, as if a high voltage had been passed through it. Actually, it always happens if you get a real orgasm for the first time in a woman's life. Not those pitiful done passion that the average man, naturally endowed with ordinary possibilities, can only deliver to his spouse, but Victory Peak, Everest, Jamalungma, which only professional sexologist who has undergone extensive training at the Munich Erotic Academy is able to erect a visitor. Colleagues have long got used to the voluptuous screams from my office, but visitors in the corridor perceive them quite differently - and this is also taken into account in the work. Nothing prepares the patient so well for the procedure of researching and studying her erogenous zones as listening for the sound reactions of her predecessors for a certain time. Often the next visitor enters my office is already completely wet, and I can only use a couple of simple techniques to cause a real sexual collapse. All this saves precious time. Of course, my assistants are reacting differently to everything that happens - relatively young, not shot interns, whom I try to change regularly. The fact is that an excited boy is the best dope for a woman who is prepared for manipulation. From the overexcited newbie, by the way, even comes a special delicate aroma, immediately caught by the female nostrils and unmistakably affecting the subconscious. That is why I prefer new ones.

Having dealt with the redhead, I went down to our cafe. I was immediately dragged to the table, where there was lively conversation. In unnecessary details, with savory jokes from which jars me, they discussed some complicated and extremely complicated case of sexual disorder. Colleagues amaze me: taking a sip of their coffee, they tirelessly analyze the smallest details of another perversion, share test results, exchange even color photos - admittedly, some genitals really deserve portraying in the name of science.It is strange to think that once I did the same, but now, barely seeing a widely enveloped, framed curly blond hair, the mandule, whose clitoris triumphantly rises in the middle of fleshy labia like a whistle, I want to exclaim: mind you, mind you!

Of course, this new condition worries me. For half an hour I have been diligently avoiding looking at this one of a kind outstanding porthole. I look over the photo, below it, to the right, to the left - just to look past. And at the same time, I am perfectly aware that nine out of ten normal men would be expensive to be in my place, to be able to witness the bashful comedy of undressing every day, to get the right to put a nude visitor in any, most frank pose, to ask the most unceremonious questions and demand detailed answers.

- So, without missing anything describe the usual sequence of lovemaking before your marital intercourse.

The poor girl is usually terribly embarrassed, lowers her eyes, blushes deeply. She and stun, and at the same time excite my questions. She has not yet told anyone in life, including her own mother, how she licks cum from a married reel, how she plays with her testicles (“eggs, eggs in the bazaar”, I correct her), as before marriage (“only a word to my husband! "- she adds frightened) once had a chance to go through the so-called letka-eku ... But here she is - in a special office, in a special institution, and a person sitting at a table in a white robe delves into the details of her intimate life not from his own curiosity but on duty. I used to love this moment, when a visitor first opened her mouth and slowly at first, with hesitations and reservations, and then more and more quickly and recklessly began to tell about her sex life, goes into the memories of her early childhood, refers to the books she read, quotes heart-filled passages in the soul from some novels, recalls spy sex scenes, confesses to the mortal sin of masturbation. Yes, human memory is somehow reminiscent of the bowels of a woman living a rich and somewhat chaotic sex life - which you will not find there with a deep examination! I remember one visitor admitted that at the age of seven she often went to football matches with her father. Becoming older, she discovered that she was turned on by the sight of athletes running around the field. Almost always, by the end of the second half, she felt unusually excited, albeit dissatisfied. Then she went to the exit from the stadium and waited for the athletes. Some of them quite willingly got acquainted with local fans. So my patient made the acquaintance and was in bed with dozens of the most famous masters. “I did not immediately realize that it was their muscular legs that especially admired me,” she admitted. “But in bed they were usually quite awkward.” Hot stallions who knew no more than I could. ” Nevertheless, a member of one forward-known throughout the country gave her an unforgettable experience, and she had been tracking him for months, moving from city to city in order to please him again. She managed to do this only twice, and both times she was beaten by bitter disappointment. Having lost faith in football players finally, she came to our clinic. Yes, first of all it occupied me. It seemed damn important to thoroughly understand the configuration of a rare libido or, for example, to extract a temperamental lesbian from the wreckage of some kindly good matron. Walking up the stairs to my office, I heard how a half-naked busty creature in a pink robe and slippers (apparently from the hospital) complained to a friend about her boyfriend.

- For me, it would be better if he was a womanizer than these onanistic orgies in Mishka! I would give a hand to the woman, so that I would not forget to humor me, but these malaisechiki ...

I know her interlocutor well: this dark-haired bob has managed to buy an enviable fucking drunkard and is generally pleased, however recently his abilities have obviously weakened, and she turned to us for help. It has accumulated too large reserves of unspent sexual energy. She was assigned an intensive masturbation course on a special vibrator, but all the same ...