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Here is the first part of my sex life coaching client Rachel's erotic journaling on her fist foray into roleplay sex as a dominant woman doctor. The topic of one of our sessions was how to create a roleplay doctor fantasy she'd always had and surprise her husband with it. The help I gave Rachel was in how to make the roleplay realistic and believeable. It can be easy sometimes to get a little cheesy, which can disrupt the roleplay's erotic potency. It pulls you back to an awareness that it's not real. Not hot!
Before we begin, here are my other blog posts with Rachel and her husband Oram's sex life advancements and erotics since working with me:
Here's the last one,
The one before,
And the one before that!
Here is her first testimonial of my sex life coaching with her.
Below is Rachel's latest:

 I pop awake at five to a calm,
early, quiet, vacation morning, and I intend to make use of my alone-time. Despite
the quiet,
I’m hyper.  Hyper-hyper-hyper. I shake my
hands, stretch to release my excess energy, then flip open my laptop.
I’ve been
anticipating this day for 2 months now, writing and planning my sexy fantasy
scene.

Yes, my plot tended to
the rough side, until Eric got a hold
of it and encouraged me to plan something
attainable, something suitable for the novice that I am and what my husband is ready to be surprised with. He’s having me
start
with my doctor's seduction fantasy. And I so needed
Eric’s reality check on fantasy-scene design. After all, my man has never once asked me to treat
him
like a horny college boy. No spanking his hot hard bum after failing his term paper before he comes all over my hardwood professor's office floor from my hand's administrations. Nor has he ever confessed
that
his heart’s desire is to be bound up like a Greek slave in order to
serve me like
the goddess that I am. Even a hint at that, and without hesitation, I
would tie
his hands above his head, gather up my flowing toga, straddle his face,
and
force him to give me eight groaning, sucking orgasms before allowing
him to
take his own release, while I lounge and watch, eating figs and grapes,
letting
the juices overflow my mouth.

So…as the early
morning flies by, I work to put the
finishing touches on my fantasy script, toned down a bit to avoid
freaking my
man out, yet still engage him. Eric helped me design it to satisfy my
newish desire
to, on occasion, dominate in sex play. I want to push just enough to
make my
lover willingly release his hold on the notion that, to be a desirable
man, he
must always direct the sex. In fact, he’s not always dominant in our
relationship. Outside of our sex life,
I frequently take the lead in a new situation. I just need to take his
ease with
my leadership and expand it into the bedroom. He constantly feels the
pressure
to be commanding and in control at work, so why shouldn’t our bed be a
place
for him to let it all just happen, for a change.

My plan has been pretty well laid before our trip.
I’ve packed
the outfit, a few props and the “script” for what I’ll do and say to
him. Dr.
Smith, Pleasure Specialist, M.D. (that’s me..hee hee) is ready for her
patient.

But he’ll need an
appointment reminder first, for the appointment
he doesn’t even realize he needs. And since I know he’ll immediately
reach for the
Blackberry, while still in that half conscious, non-morning person
state, while
lying in the sexy space of our big, soft hotel bed and pretending to
take time
away from work, I compose and email a suggestive doctor’s appointment
reminder to
him that will be there when he wakes.

The email states, in
no uncertain terms, that it’s set to go
down today. He’d better tear himself away from the pool and be knocking
at my “office”
door at 2:00pm sharp. Dr. Smith will not deal well with late arrivals.

7:00 am and I’m watching him eagerly. I know when
he gets to
my email. He cocks his head, screws up his face and says, “Huh?”

He didn’t get it. He was just simply confused
(maybe addled
morning brain?) To be fair, this is out of the blue, and we have never
role
played before. So no big deal and I explain a bit more.  Now
he looks...anxious, but says he’ll play
along. I respond with a promise that he will not regret his appointment.

By 7:30 am I’m feeling hyper again. Must be time
for coffee.

So all day long I hint around about the doctor
appointment. Straight
faced to communicate my serious intent, trying to build the anticipation
for
him.  When he makes light of it, I remind
him how serious I am. Our first experience at playing doctor will not be
like
two kids on the playground.  No wood
chips in the underwear, and definitely no giggling allowed.

Afternoon comes and I’m
alone in the room to dress and setup. I’m fast, and have overestimated
my prep
time by ten minutes.  Ten minutes of
fidgeting nervously in my authentic doctor’s lab coat. It’s made of
serious, white
poly/cotton, and rustles crisply as I move. I’ve modified it to fit
tight and
dip low across my breasts, just this side of professional. With only 2
buttons
fastened, the coat shows off the long expanse of white, silky sheer
stockings pulled
taught by the passion-red garters pressing into my thighs. My favorite
part,
the slit I’ve made up the back of the coat, ensures mobility and the
certain
exposure of my bum when I bend.

I need to calm my mind, which means I must busy my
hands. So
I sit in front of the desk, feet propped against its edge, and extend my
legs,
knees slightly bent.  I lean in to drag fingers
up the back of each leg, tugging at their silk covering and adjusting,
one last
time, the seam that calls attention from the pinch of an ankle, over the
hill
of the calf, and falling into the creased underside of a knee, ending
finally,
halfway up the soft thigh. I wiggle the red  tipped toes
that peek out from my heels. Oh
yeah, they’re fuck-me-high, and the patent leather seems to shine in
anticipation.

And of course, he’s right on time, this punctual,
by the
book man.

Holding the door and standing to the side as he
enters, Dr.
Smith provides a curt greeting, a brief handshake, a the once over with a
exaggerated look from his head to his toes, lingering a bit in the
middle for a
longer look at the best parts. That put a pouty scowl on her patient’s
face.  The doctor then gestures to the exam bench - a
bath towel tucked over a padded bench pulled away from the bed to the
middle of
the room, and starts in with a list of her qualifications and a quick
overview of
the procedures he can expect during his visit. Listening, his brows
raise as his
serious pout turns into a smile, imagining all the prerogatives the
doctor may
take. Seeing his playful expression, Dr. Smith reprimands him, bending
slightly
at the waste, pushing a little into his personal space, while working
hard to
keep her face stern. But her body language sends a slightly more sensual
message
with her chest presented and framed by a yet unseen cup-less bra, hands
splayed
across her hips, and legs spread to shoulder width.

“So, my charming patient, do you understand what
role you
have in this for the next hour? I will thank you, in advance, for
attending to
my directives promptly and seriously during our time together.”

“I’m completely
committed to making today’s appointment count, so do us both a favor,
wipe the
smirk from your face, and work with me here.“

His eyes widen, and his mouth softens to freeze,
slightly
parted, as his big hands flex with unexpected tension.

The doctor tosses him a towel with instructions to
strip, drape
it over his lap and await her return. Dr. Smith removes herself to the
bathroom
to gather her tray of improvised tools and wait. Hearing the noises of
her
patient moving to comply, she listens for the quiet…then two minutes
more…hoping
to create more tension, imagining him sitting uncomfortably and enduring
the
chill on his naked bum.

Back in the main room, bending away from him to
place the
tray of tools next to the exam bench, the rear slit of the coat
functions as
expected, and she lingers to insure that he’s enjoyed the view before
she pulls
up a chair for the interview portion of the appointment. He’s got heat
in his
eyes, and he’s pursing his lips. An excellent start.

-Fin

[i]For those new to my blog: I write on my and others' sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to have better sex through sex advice and sex education, maybe for the first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the reality of great sex at any level of sophistication. I'm referred by a sex therapist sometimes, but I don't do sex therapy. I'm a sex life coach. I teach and I do.[/i][i][/i][i][i][/i][/i]

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