Jordyn had never felt the same way about anyone else. Being much older mattered little. Lloyd’s old-fashioned charm was actually part of the attraction. Jordyn had fallen in love and Lloyd loved her in all but one sense of the word. Desperate to end the pretence, Lloyd sought professional help for Jordyn and discovered the Practice. Jordyn discovered much more.
I love my story, Maddi. Just can’t wait to read about my follow-up treatment. Jordyn.
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I knew I was falling in love. I’ve never been happier. It was so much more amazing with Lloyd, in a different sort of way than I’d ever felt before. Little did I realise how much different until late one evening at his favourite restaurant. ‘Jordyn . . . I’m gay,’ he hesitantly replied to my suggestion of staying the night after taking me home.
A stunned silence filled the air between us as we sat opposite each other, full of revelation and then contemplation. I was deeply touched at hearing I was the first Lloyd chose to confided in. I had empathy for his situation, also not part of the sexual norm. I heard later about the rumours and speculation from his teaching staff, students and the broader school community. The innuendoes fell silent when we eventually started living together.
I’m the executive officer of a principal’s association and we met at our annual conference. Lloyd had recently become headmaster of a private girls’ school. There was something that attracted me to him unlike any other man I’d been interested in. Lloyd’s heart-melting smile was the first thing I noticed. He’s handsome and charming with a presence about him that accompanies his prestigious position. That also appealed to my naughty headmaster whim.
I’ve never had a thing for older men, or women. Lloyd is almost old enough to be my father at aged 53. He’s certainly looks fit and healthy with an athletic body of a younger man. I know he thinks I’m pretty even if I don’t ignite a sexual spark. I enjoy having a body most men dream about. I’m blessed with chest-length naturally blonde curls, deep blue eyes and a glorious smile with teeth that cost a fortune. Lloyd obviously found something more attractive in me than my curvaceous allure.
It wasn’t difficult finding reasons to contact Lloyd. He accepted my invitation to join a couple of focus groups and obviously liked me getting in touch for information or advice. I’ve never had a problem attracting the interest of either gender and thought nothing more of it. A catch-up for coffee led to something further and we started dating. Well, that’s what I thought it was until that evening at the restaurant.
It wasn’t just a physical attraction. I enjoy Lloyd’s company, our work and education a common interest but so was our love of fine dining and the theatre. But just hanging out together was just as much fun. I use to be a music teacher and Lloyd plays the piano beautifully. Lloyds impeccable dress sense and care with his appearance and grooming also impressed me. I quite enjoy having a door opened for me. He just makes me feel special.
We’re very happy living together and more than close friends. It certainly wasn’t a matter of convenience as some still thought, protecting Lloyd’s professional standing and squashing the innuendos. Our relationship means much more to us than that. Although, I’m sure his prestigious private school was relieved. They wouldn’t be as understanding of same sex relationships as my organisation has been in the past.
Lloyd’s kind, caring and affectionate but a girl sometimes needs more than a lovely companion. I don’t consider myself as promiscuous. I’ve been in a couple of relationships and I’m selective when it comes to casual sex. Our situation was unusual really; a couple with commitment and even a little tempered romance but celibacy wasn’t something I’d ever contemplated. I know Lloyd loves me in all but one sense of the word. I must have been naive thinking it wouldn’t be an issue.
Self-pleasure helps, my hands roaming over my breasts and between my legs to satisfy an intimate need and pretending its Lloyd turning me on. He watches because he knows how excited it makes me. There’s nothing more than that for Lloyd and it’s frustratingly never enough for me. Toys provide pleasure and relief. But I’d love to feel his erection in my hand and can only dream how much better it would feel inside me than medical grade plastic.
Lloyd doesn’t just entertain my sexual thrills. Oh, he has a wicked streak as well! I mentioned my naughty school girl and headmaster fantasy in a whimsical moment. Can you imagine my surprise when Lloyd brought home his academic gown and a girl’s school uniform? The skirt and blouse are much too short and tight and make them even more exciting to wear. Lloyd’s good at chastising a naughty school girl, even if only for my sake.
Lloyd bent me over the couch during one of our games and pulled my panties down. He’d never been so intimate! My pussy was a liquid mess feeling his warm and firm hand on my ass and his slaps then sending adrenaline surging through my veins. Overcome with lust, I lost it and begged headmaster to make love to me. Then I was riddled with guilt at hearing the anguish in Lloyd’s voice as he sobbed that he couldn’t and apologised over and over again. I never want to put him through that again.
We later discussed the festering issue and I realised how much it troubled him. Lloyd’s such a darling and so considerate and more concerned about my needs than I really was. I instantly rejected his suggestion of a lover. He felt my anguish and suffering as if it were his own but it was too much of a compromise. It just confirmed how much he really does love me.
Lloyd desperately wanted me to be happy and cope with my frustrations. He started looking for professional help. I have Lloyd to thank for discovering a boutique medical centre known as the Practice. Doctor Love sounded perfect, specialising in women’s health and he was a sex therapist and counsellor. We also thought the aptness of his surname an amusing omen. I was reluctant but Lloyd convinced me to make an appointment with the Practice manager.
Maddisyn was one of those people you instantly like and made quite an impression. A tall and an attractive brunette in her mid-20’s with shoulder length loose hair and a petite figure, Maddisyn certainly caught my eye. She was stylishly dressed in a jacket and matching short skirt with high-heels that emphasised her slender long-toned legs. What’s the harm in looking? I soon realised how upmarket and stylish the Practice was and felt a little underdressed as Maddisyn showed me around the wonderful facilities.
The medical centre is a beautifully restored double-storey terrace building that provides exclusive health services for women they call Guests. The prestigious Park Crescent address is renowned for lovely park views and historic buildings with many converted to professional suites. Every room is furnished with lovely antique furniture and furnishings. No wonder it’s expensive. My darling Lloyd said I deserved the best.
Maddisyn always makes me feel welcome. Her soft and caring nature turns an appointment into more of a visit in the tranquil ambience of the Practice. The Sitting Room is gorgeous for relaxing before a consultation and hardly your usual waiting room. Nothing about the Practice reminds you of a medical clinic. It’s lovely sitting on one of the luxurious matching couches in front of the white marble fireplace while enjoying a glass of wine.
I enjoy dressing up when attending, Maddisyn’s pampering and indulging in the perfumes and cosmetics provided for Guests. The Guest Lounge is gorgeous with spa like facilities set in a window with a pretty view of a private courtyard garden of ferns, hanging baskets and delicate trailing plants. Wouldn’t you agree it’s an enchanting setting to prepare for seeing your doctor? I also discovered why Guests would want to look their best.
My new doctor is strikingly handsome in a distinguished sort of way and so much like Lloyd. Doctor Love would be a little older but also has a healthy physique and they share the same gorgeous smile. Being a charming gentleman comes so natural to them. My doctor obvious like the company of younger women. I’ve noticed his eyes discretely roaming and who am I to disapprove? I enjoyed the attention. Maybe I do have a thing for captivating older men.
My initial counselling was wonderful. Doctor Love explored the emotionally and physical effects of my relationship with Lloyd. I couldn’t believe how easy it was discussing my intimate issues. It felt liberating and an emotional burden was lifted from my shoulders. I’ve never been so relaxed or enjoyed a doctor’s appointment so much, maybe a little more than I really should.
I surprisingly heard after a couple of sessions about some intimate treatment for my sexual frustration. Doctor Love mentioned sexual therapy as if it was common practice! Apparently, my new doctor likes being naughty just as much as me. It was obviously illegal, unethical and blatantly immoral but the thought of professional sex was such a turn on. I really shouldn’t have made another appointment. Then again, I also like doing things I really shouldn’t.
I knew attending the Practice would be convenient and discreet. How could I refuse the opportunity to stop pretending? I knew counselling alone wouldn’t satisfy my need. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t fantasised about having sex with Doctor Love as I gazed into those dreamy blue eyes. Didn’t Lloyd suggest taking a lover? How could it be cheating if it’s prescribed by my sex therapist? I really didn’t take much convincing.
I glanced around taking in the lovely period décor of the consulting suite with its antique furniture and elegant furnishings. ‘So, tell me more about the sexual therapy you suggested last session,’ I smiled, capturing Doctor Love’s sensual gaze.
‘I’m sure it will help,’ Doctor Love answered without the slightest hint of anything inappropriate. ‘Otherwise, I wouldn’t have recommended it,’ he added reassuringly.