Almost a year ago, I had an accident while skiing in Colorado. As a result of my carelessness, I needed surgery, and subsequently, physical therapy. In case you're wondering, no, you should not try to ski after eating an edible.
"No amount of insurance can protect you from yourself." - Rosalia M., CMPT
I had in-home PT twice a week, for nearly two months. Some sessions were easier than others, but it was always a pleasure being with Rosalia. After the first few weeks, it started to feel like there could be something between us. In addition to the therapy, she and I would talk about sports, movies and occasionally our lack of a love life; I, happily divorced. She, a casual dater.
During one of my final sessions, and in the midst of a "how-to" lecture on Bumble, Rosalia asked if I'd been experiencing any limitations from the accident. I reiterated some strength and range of motion concerns, but she shook her head. "No, no, no. 'Limitations.'" I didn't quite understand what she meant, until I noticed she was pointing towards my lap.
Embarrassed, I admitted that I hadn't really been in a situation to find out what did or didn't work. Rosalia continued with the stretches, and explained how nerve damage can sometimes lead to erectile dysfunction. I just went along with the storytelling, but did jokingly ask her if she had some secrets I could use to "stay up."
She paused for a moment, in my opinion, to decide how she should respond to my question. After looking around the room, Rosalia tilted her head towards the chairs at my dining room table. I eased myself off of her portable table, and shuffled towards the dining room.
Not long after sitting down, Rosalia knelt in front of me, resting her face in my lap. While blowing warm air onto my basketball shorts, she began to run her mouth against "it," drawing the natural reaction. With a tent starting to form in my shorts, she wrapped her lips around the "lift," and started to hum. I don't know if it was the vibration from the humming or what, but whatever pain I was in, was gone. "Take off your clothes." Rosalia was used to giving instructions, and I happily followed them.
Once naked, my erection started to go away. A few flicks of her tongue, and some ball cupping was all it took for Rosalia to bring me back up. She sucked me for like 10 seconds, but then sat back up.
"#1. You have to remember not to focus on your pain. Stay focused on what's going on, not about what hurts on your body."
Rosalia was trying to talk to me, but at that moment, I was more focused on why she'd stopped the lip service. She went back in for a few more slurps. Spit cascading towards my thighs, things were getting sloppy, and I loved it. I could feel a buzzing coming from her mouth, just before she popped her lips, and released me.
"2. Understand that after a few minutes, you might start to lose focus, and possibly your erection. You can regain both by switching positions with your partner."
I must've given her thee most frustrated look ever, because she rose to her feet. Rosalia stepped out of her shoes, undid the knot on her scrubs, and began to pull them down. Now in her panties, Rosalia walked back towards her portable table. "Is this what you really wanted?"
Rosalia bent over against the table, and slid her panties off. I walked up, and lifted myself inside of her. With each push, the sounds coming from her body sounded like something from a Nickelodeon tv show. As I continued to pump, I could feel something vibrating.....kinda like when Rosalia was humming earlier.
I woke up sticky. I'd fallen asleep while using the TENS machine, and was having a wet dream. However, what was real was Rosalia's reaction to the erection nodding in my shorts. She looked at it, looked at me, looked back at it, looked at me, grabbed her backpack and left. An hour later, a very judgemental [male] colleague of hers came to get the portable table, but he left the machine.
Fu*k skiing.
"No amount of insurance can protect you from yourself." - Rosalia M., CMPT
I had in-home PT twice a week, for nearly two months. Some sessions were easier than others, but it was always a pleasure being with Rosalia. After the first few weeks, it started to feel like there could be something between us. In addition to the therapy, she and I would talk about sports, movies and occasionally our lack of a love life; I, happily divorced. She, a casual dater.
During one of my final sessions, and in the midst of a "how-to" lecture on Bumble, Rosalia asked if I'd been experiencing any limitations from the accident. I reiterated some strength and range of motion concerns, but she shook her head. "No, no, no. 'Limitations.'" I didn't quite understand what she meant, until I noticed she was pointing towards my lap.
Embarrassed, I admitted that I hadn't really been in a situation to find out what did or didn't work. Rosalia continued with the stretches, and explained how nerve damage can sometimes lead to erectile dysfunction. I just went along with the storytelling, but did jokingly ask her if she had some secrets I could use to "stay up."
She paused for a moment, in my opinion, to decide how she should respond to my question. After looking around the room, Rosalia tilted her head towards the chairs at my dining room table. I eased myself off of her portable table, and shuffled towards the dining room.
Not long after sitting down, Rosalia knelt in front of me, resting her face in my lap. While blowing warm air onto my basketball shorts, she began to run her mouth against "it," drawing the natural reaction. With a tent starting to form in my shorts, she wrapped her lips around the "lift," and started to hum. I don't know if it was the vibration from the humming or what, but whatever pain I was in, was gone. "Take off your clothes." Rosalia was used to giving instructions, and I happily followed them.
Once naked, my erection started to go away. A few flicks of her tongue, and some ball cupping was all it took for Rosalia to bring me back up. She sucked me for like 10 seconds, but then sat back up.
"#1. You have to remember not to focus on your pain. Stay focused on what's going on, not about what hurts on your body."
Rosalia was trying to talk to me, but at that moment, I was more focused on why she'd stopped the lip service. She went back in for a few more slurps. Spit cascading towards my thighs, things were getting sloppy, and I loved it. I could feel a buzzing coming from her mouth, just before she popped her lips, and released me.
"2. Understand that after a few minutes, you might start to lose focus, and possibly your erection. You can regain both by switching positions with your partner."
I must've given her thee most frustrated look ever, because she rose to her feet. Rosalia stepped out of her shoes, undid the knot on her scrubs, and began to pull them down. Now in her panties, Rosalia walked back towards her portable table. "Is this what you really wanted?"
Rosalia bent over against the table, and slid her panties off. I walked up, and lifted myself inside of her. With each push, the sounds coming from her body sounded like something from a Nickelodeon tv show. As I continued to pump, I could feel something vibrating.....kinda like when Rosalia was humming earlier.
I woke up sticky. I'd fallen asleep while using the TENS machine, and was having a wet dream. However, what was real was Rosalia's reaction to the erection nodding in my shorts. She looked at it, looked at me, looked back at it, looked at me, grabbed her backpack and left. An hour later, a very judgemental [male] colleague of hers came to get the portable table, but he left the machine.
Fu*k skiing.
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