I enter your tiny but cozy waiting room, uneasy as I'm not quite sure what to expect from a visit to a sex therapist. With a shaky hand and a racing heartbeat, I grab a chair and take a seat in your lobby, waiting for you to emerge from your office and greet me. While I wait, I wonder if you have someone in there now, exploring various sexual topics.

At 6'2" and 195 pounds, I fill out the chair nicely. My tight jeans and button down shirt accentuate my form. I'm not a body builder, but you can tell I spend some time in the gym from the way my clothes hug my body. I'm usually pretty confident in myself, given my appearance, but today I don't really know what I'm getting into. I wonder to myself what you will look like and how this will go.

After what seems like an eternity, the door to your office swings open, almost as though whoever was opening it had forgotten their own strength. I wonder who's so worked up and why. It only takes me a moment to develop a strong suspicion. Your previous patient was the one in such a state of excitement! As he enters the small waiting room, you in tow, I can tell he's flushed and clearly flustered. I wonder to myself what could have caused such a reaction, somewhere deep down hoping I might soon find out for myself.

As you emerge from your office, I take the moment while you're speaking with your previous patient to drink in your form, following the contours of your body with my gaze. 'Fuck,' I think to myself, 'I want to bury my face in that cleavage. That dress... those legs... fuck.'

It's only in the back of my mind that I first process your comments to your patient as he leaves: "Thanks, Adam, now don't forget about your homework assignment. I expect to see some real progress when next we meet," you say, smiling almost seductively as you send him off into the world. Instantly curious about the 'homework' you've given him, my mind races with the possibilities of what I might experience here today.

As he leaves, you turn to me with a slightly different smile than the one you'd given him as you showed him out, this time more professional and welcoming. "Hello," you offer warmly, "you must be my next patient. Please, follow me."

"Yes, hello doctor. It's nice to meet you," I wait a moment for you make way and leave the tight little doorframe that leads into your office. But, to my surprise, you do no such thing, gesturing me through the door and past you. Brushing by you, so close that I wonder to myself if I can detect the scent of arousal, our proximity only serves to heighten both my excitement and anxiety. I can't wait to see where this leads.

This passage is intended as either a starter or an example. I'm happy to discuss kinks and set up a scenario prior to starting a roleplay, or feel free to jump in and message me in character.

My preference would be to play this as a man who is used to being in control and confident, but is then put in his place by the strong presence of an instructive, vocal, and slightly dominant sex therapist. I prefer to play in first person. It makes me a feel a stronger to connection to the characters and events, as this is a real fantasy of mine.