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The Doctor Is In - Part 02

Day 3

Siddhart’s POV

I'm really trying to keep an open mind about this. It was Shreya’s idea, A sex therapist to help with our intimacy problems. Who does that? Our friendship has been going strong for years. I've always found Shreya attractive. Her eyes are mesmerizing and her smile could light up the world. There really are no words to describe her body. It's a fucking work of art. If Di Vinci could see it, he would study it, and diagram it and then paint it for the entire world to see. She made all my girlfriends jealous, wondering if we were sleeping together behind their backs. I'm not a cheater so she was never an issue, at least to me she wasn't. Then call it fate if you will, we were both single at the same time and decided to give us a go. It seemed like the most plausible next step for our long term friendship. The dates we went on as a couple were just like the times we hung out as just friends except we held hands. We didn't attempt kissing until the third date. It was a bit awkward at first, but we worked it out. These lips know how to kiss a woman no matter what Dr. Daya says. Besides kissing can be overrated sometimes.

So now I'm here trying to learn how to please my lady. I'm a grown ass man, why do I need to be taught the ins and outs of the female form. I've been an expert for years. I've never had any woman complain before, as a matter of fact, they ALWAYS come back for more. It's just Shreya is different. She's not talkative like she was when we were just friends. It's like she expects me to know what she's thinking by her just looking at me. The more I tell her to talk, the more tight lipped she becomes. I was kind of surprised that she suggested we see a therapist about our issues. I was willing to forge ahead, keep going like we were, it wouldn't have been bad forever, right? As long as we've been friends, we're supposed to be together, it just makes sense. Me, the handsome man paired with the  beauty. We are perfect for each other. We just have this issue. All I want is to find out what to do to make her tremble underneath me and since she won't tell me, we're here in Dr. Daya Malhotra’s office again.

It's pretty basic considering how much he charges per hour, but I guess that's something that I have to get over; can you put a price on a mind numbing orgasm? After what happened the last session, I'm surprised there are no red lights and mirrors on the ceiling. He was touching her in ways that had her body singing, I felt so uncomfortable I had to leave the damn room. I waited outside that door for over thirty minutes, listening to her moan over and over again. I don't know what the hell he was doing to her, but I've never heard her sound like that. Ever. That had to be more than just a massage. When she came out she was almost glowing, her skin was dewy and she couldn't look me in the eyes. Daya had that smug ass look on his face and he kept licking his lips. I had to go look up his credentials again after we left. All his reviews were five star and sung his praises, although his technique might be unorthorthodox, they seem to work and help to bring couples closer together. That's what Shreya wants, so I'm here in this office again trying to figure out what she wants so we can go on about our lives. She can be the goddess to her king like she's supposed to be.

Once all the pleasantries were out of the way, we got down to the nitty gritty. He asked all the same questions that he did before and we answered them. He didn't seem too impressed with our answers. I really didn't care that much about the questions anyways. He asked if we made any headway from the last session. Shreya’s glare told him no. I tried again with the massage techniques he taught us, even used the oil, but she wasn't into it so I stopped and went to watch TV. He went down the list, asking more intimate questions and checked off everything as he asked them. Then came the question that shook me when Shreya answered it.

"Have you ever failed to reach orgasm when you were intimate with Siddhart?" I almost pounded my chest, because although the sex wasn't porn worthy, I have never failed to get Shreya off. I'm Siddhart Roy. The King. You gotta trust the king. I've blown backs out and stroked a cervix so good, I've left women drooling. Failed to reach orgasm. What does that even mean?