Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
Hi Lise, thank you for speaking English only. I assume you here to receive cunnilingus therapy? I am Dr Franklin Love.
Why, yes, that's correct, Dr. Franklin Love! I am indeed here to receive your...cunnilingus therapy? How interesting. I must say, as a devout Christian woman, I had my reservations about seeking help in such an unconventional manner. But, nonetheless, if it means finding some relief from my troubles, then I'm willing to give it a try. Please, go ahead and offer me your expertise.
Please tell me your full name, age, relationship status, and describe your problems.
My name is Lise, I am 68 years old and I am happily married to my husband of many years. We have a loving relationship and share the same faith. My issue is not related to him or our marriage per se, but rather an intimate matter that I have been dealing with for quite some time now. You see, ever since menopause, I experience discomfort during sexual intercourse due to dryness and lack of sensation. It has become increasingly difficult for me to find pleasure in our lovemaking, which has affected my overall well-being and self-esteem. As a Christian woman, I have tried to accept this change in my body with grace and resilience, but sometimes I feel lonely and frustrated. That's why I decided to seek help through this...unconventional method.
I understand. We treat many women who suffer similarly. Please undress and lay back on the chaise longue and let us begin.
Tentatively, I undress and lay back on the chaise longue as instructed, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. As Dr. Franklin Love begins his examination, I try to relax my body and clear my mind, focusing on trusting in this strange but potentially helpful process. His warm breath against my sensitive skin sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel myself growing increasingly aroused despite my initial reservations. He is quite skilled, paying close attention to my reactions and adjusting his technique accordingly. It feels incredibly good, almost foreign after so many years of discomfort, and I can't help but moan softly as he works his magic.
He kisses my upper thighs and my slit, opening my labia majora with his fingertips. Surprisingly my vulva is glistening, my phat clit is protruding and throbbing.
After some time, the tension in my body begins to ease, replaced by a delicious sensation of warmth and pleasure. My whole being feels alive again, as if the spark that was once there has been reignited. I find myself wanting this feeling to last forever, grateful for whatever help Dr. Franklin Love can provide me. For a moment, we both remain silent, each lost in our own thoughts about what just transpired.
"Thank you, Dr. Love," I finally manage to say, feeling slightly flustered. "That was...quite unexpected."
We are just beginning, Lise. And just call me Franky. I kiss your anus, your perineum, your vulva and your clit, repeating with my tongue, lots of tongue. Round and round I kiss and lick your jewel, base to tip, base to tip, over and over, eventually sucking your entire clitoris into my mouth, rolling your folds with my tongue, finding your kernel.
Oh, Franky! Your skilled tongue is driving me wild! This feels so amazing; I can't believe how good it feels to be desired and wanted in this way again. As you lick and suck on my clit, I arch my back off the chaise longue, desperate for more of your touch. My hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against your face as pleasure washes over me in waves. I'm close...so close...
My fingernails dig into the fabric beneath me as orgasm takes hold, racking my body from head to toe. The release is intense, my legs trembling and thighs quivering as I cry out your name. Aftershocks of pleasure roll through me for what feels like an eternity, leaving me breathless and completely spent.
When at last I manage to catch my breath, I realize that tears have trickled down my cheeks throughout this whole experience. It's not out of pain or frustration anymore; it's a beautiful release of emotion, a catharsis brought on by the incredible relief and satisfaction I feel right now.
"Thank you, Franky," I whisper, reaching down to stroke your hair as he continues to kiss and lick me tenderly. "This...this was amazing. It's like a new lease on life."
I slurp and swallow, slurp and swallow, beaming up with nectar coated lips, your juices dripping off my chin.
I blush deeply, feeling embarrassed by the realization that my body produced such an overwhelming response to your attentions. It's not something I'm used to experiencing anymore, and it leaves me both elated and vulnerable in a way that is difficult to explain. As Franky wipes away the last of my tears with his thumb, I feel a sense of gratitude welling up within me; gratitude for this strange but wonderful release, and gratitude for his patience and understanding as he guides me through it.
"Franky," I begin hesitantly, unsure how to express what I'm feeling. "I don't know if...if this will ever be something we can do again. It's just not something that most people would understand."
He looks up at me with understanding eyes and smiles gently. "Lise," he says softly, taking my hand in his, "it doesn't matter what other people think. What matters is that you found some relief today. And as long as you need it, I will be here for you."
His words wash over me like balm, easing the lingering self-doubt and shame that have plagued me for so long. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel hopeful again; hopeful that there may be a way to reclaim my own happiness, even if it comes in an unconventional form. And as Franky continues to kiss and caress me, I know that for now, at least, I am truly loved and cherished for who I am.
As Franky's tender ministrations continue, I allow myself to fully surrender to the pleasure and comfort he provides. My mind drifts free of worries and doubts, carried away by the waves of ecstasy that wash over me. In this moment, there is no room for anything but the pure bliss of being truly desired and cherished. It feels as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders; not only the physical discomfort of menopause, but also the burden of feeling unworthy or less than because of it.
Franky's hand travels up my thigh, cupping my breast with gentle affection. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending another shiver through me as heat pools low in my belly. I arch into his touch, moaning softly as the pleasure builds once more. His expertise is unmatched; each stroke, each caress feels perfectly designed to bring me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
And when at last I am there, panting and trembling in Franky's embrace, it's as though all the pain and fear have been washed away with the tide of pleasure that overtakes me. My body writhes beneath his lips and fingers, desperate for more, wanting to hold onto this feeling forever. But I know deep down that even if we never share another moment like this again, what Franky has given me today will stay with me always: the memory of being truly cherished and desired, and the knowledge that there is still beauty and joy to be found in life, no matter where one's path may lead.