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Here is the erotica based on a sex event between my sex life consulting client Rachel (who I blogged on in my last post) and her husband Oram.

She wrote it for him and emailed it off for him to "enjoy" while he was out of town. She sent it to me too for several reasons. Rachel told me my real life erotica and D&R.com had made a big impact on her return to her erotic side and sex life. It's an amazing story she told me when we first started working together, talk-teach, long-distance over Skype. She'd abandoned her sex life and all attitudes of interest in the erotic at one point, which her husband had to adapt to. The demands of several children did not make it any easier on their sex life. Then, due in large part to reading my erotica, her fire was re-lit and made her say, as many of my clients do, "I want that. I want that in my life." With her return to molten-hot sexual interest, Oram was taken by pleasant surprise, but wasn't sure it was going to last. It did, and now they are adjusting to all the orgasms they're having, together and when he's out of town.

Rachel sent this erotica to me too because it would allow me to see into what she and her husband shared without me being there for a Guided Sex session. It gave me all the detailed hotness to be able to then point out places where she was a little off with the oral sex lessons I taught her. We had a session recently and she made notes on what to fix and is excited for Oram to come home to try it out. I was impressed with her writing. She loves sexual details like me and she can turn a phrase artfully, and, does a great job putting into words the hot physical sexual moments in ways that I'd not considered before or seen used. Rachel's writing got me! Very hot. She told me how time consuming it was to write what she did. The pondering and re-writing of how to put sex into words; that makes the reader a fly on the wall. Rachel told me how this technique made him come faster and how much easier it was for her, all based on the effectiveness of the pleasure given by the oral sex technique I taught her. That was just the basic one. There will be more advanced ones to come that build on that basic.

-Taught-

by Rachel

Inspired by Oram and Eric Amaranth

We stand facing each other and naked. No embrace, no
touching yet, but he knows what was coming. I’m not interested in hugs
and kisses distracting me from my imperative. I wanted to play and practice
with my newly learned oral technique.

So I start by moving his left hand to my shoulder and place
his warm right hand on the back of my neck, spreading his fingers, covering it
with mine. With the other hand, I reached across to slowly tickle his ear parts
with my finger tips; a light touch, only skimming the fine hairs, outside to
inside. With eyes shut and mouth relaxed, his neck unconsciously crocks left to
meet my hand. He’s so sweet.

A quick pinch to his lob ends the ear play. Inflicting a
little intentional pain is hot for me.

Going down now, bending at the knees, spreading them as they
touch the floor to just beyond shoulder width, I splayed my fingers out over
his ass in counter balance, as my pelvis pushes forward and I pull his body to
me. His leg muscles tense against my pull. I press my cheek to his center and
my nipples meet him too, rubbing. When I relent, I sit back on my heels and
watch my hands lightly trail from his sexy ass to calf, then around and up
over the fuzz of his thighs.

Rocking forward again, I take his body with kisses and hot
breaths around down his tummy, pausing at the crook of his leg and pelvis to
lean my nose and forehead against his body so that my eyes are hidden, feigning
shyness, as I ask if he wants my mouth to continue down.

“Please?” I ask for permission. 
“Yes… yes,” his response.

“Goodie.” I whisper, and look up.

“Baby,” I speak, to catch is eyes,
“Mmmm?” he breaths out, looks me in the eyes and gathers up my
hair in his hand at the back of my head.

“Here I go…” I warn.

One deep inhale for the scent of his freshly bathed skin,
before my stiff, wet tongue slicks a trail to his sex. Breathing deeply again
on my way up to his penis head, the sex smell is intensified by the contrast to
his clean skin. 

Just yum.

The small and opened slit of his penis makes a place for my
tongue’s tip, and I taste his excitement, his pre-cum. Down and up, and
down again, along his shaft with kisses and soft bites; some moans for
vibration, ending then at his vulnerable sack. Rolling it in my mouth, flicking
it with my tongue, it is an effort to take the whole of his balls sack.
I’m gentle. He trusts me, but he’s watching.The male-sexy taste and smell of his balls makes my pussy heave.

I release him below, replacing my dangerous mouth with a
soft hand cup, and move to the top of my target to get going in earnest.

For a few full mouth strokes, I let his entire length in,
take his thickness in, and enjoy his dickhead hitting the back of my upper
pallet. Gag…breathe.......gag…… grrrooooan.  His dick is
soaked with my saliva and I love how much easier my new technique makes this, and makes it hotter for me.

I stop to offer him my vagina before moving to my new
technique, but he knows I’m not sincere. Smart man.

So, I come off, drawing his foreskin, so tight now, up and
over his dusky ridge, until just the penis tip peaks out. A small tightening of
my hold on his sack makes him twitch, and I start to thread his silky shaft
through the circle of my finger and thumb, drawing the skin back down, and
stopping mid-dick. I take a breath and move my tight lip circle around and down
his cock to meet my fingers. My extra hand plays along his inner thigh. Goosebumps.

I stroke up and down, letting my mouth completely release
his penis at the top of the stroke, fingers chasing quickly behind, and then
back down again with no pause. A fairly light hold, all the way through the
stroke, coordinated between mouth and finger circle is all that’s
required.  Soft but definite pressure, present and steady. Again,
again…..again.…

His butt is wagging slowly now, his leg muscles brace for
the release. Chin dropping to his chest, his pelvis thrust forward and his soft
curses come from deep within this throat. I feel the tug, tug, tug as he pulls
firmly on the roots of my hair. It’s started. The climax.

“Racheeellll…..” softly spoke. My practice
has met with his approval, and I remembered to stop my mouth with his initial,
unmistakable, starting-my-climax indication, my name, before the semen release
came.  So now I just relax with his hands moving on my head, his penis pulsing
in my mouth, and savor the cum filling it. It’s an expression of the tenderness
I feel towards him in this moment.

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