The Reason "Thank you for that Dr. T." Maria Gallegos said, putting stilettos back on those delectable feet. Hair pins dangled from her full pouty lips. She tried in vain to repair the havoc I reaped on her hair.

"Dr. T it's amazing how you know exactly where I need to be touched.”

She removed the pins from her mouth, one by one, replacing each strand of hair I pulled out. Her eyes closed, a look of ecstasy washed over her face.

"And the way your touch sends a"...  I interrupted. My next appointment was due soon after. I didn't have time for pillow talk.

“So Maria, you'll call me for your next appointment, right?”

            "Yes Dr. T, but can I ask you a question?"

            “Go for it.”

             "Ummmm... How do you know what we need when you see us? I mean, we call you to make an appointment and you never ask what it is that we want."

            “That's simple Maria. I'm Dr. T. I always know what you need. The ability to help women become receptive to love and all that it entails is a gift I don't question, like psychic ability or ESP.”

            "Dr. T, why aren't you married? Don't you want to be pleased or be loved so you could...?” I shook my head.

“Maria, don't question what can't be explained. Some things are better left a mystery. Just call me for your next appointment.”

I looked at my watch, hoping she would realize I had no more time for her. I couldn't just say shut up and go already.

Dr. T is known as a lover and I can't disrespect any lady no matter how badly I get the urge to say something out of character.  

            Maria dropped her head looking up at me with bedroom eyes, silently pleading for a response. She wanted more of Daddy dick. She wanted to be more than just someone I felt I needed to please. That wasn't happening. Her expression made it clear that my job wasn't complete. She smiled and spoke in a subdued tone, resigned to the fact it was time for her to leave.

"Ok Papi".  

            She bent over my desk to write out a check for the pleasure I had just bestowed upon her. Thick toned thighs peeked from beneath a knee length skirt that rode up on that entire ass to reveal the lips of her juicy pussy. My dick got hard immediately.

Her husband was a fool. That was more than enough for two men to handle.  Maria was, physically, the perfect woman, thick in all right places, including her bank account.            From my vantage point I could see the amount of zeros on the check. It was well over usual and customary.

I pressed the button on the intercom to notify my secretary to reschedule my appointments for the day. We had a system, one beep to rescue me from a client, two beeps to cancel everything for the day and go home early because Dr. T is about to break somebody back up in here.

            Maria walked past me. My scent clung to her moist skin, smelling like au de just been fucked. I couldn't let her walk away with questions about my personal life on her mind. Not Dr. T. The ladies left my office happy and I accepted nothing less.

           

I took her hand in mine and pulled her close to me. Her face was flushed and her eyes shone with excitement and pleasure, making her even more beautiful than usual. Or perhaps, it was the new air of confidence she held since our first appointment that made the difference.

            “You really are beautiful Maria Gallegos,” I said in her ear. “You got me harder than Chinese arithmetic. When you bent over that table all I could think about was pushing up inside you again, and again, and again. Your pussy is addictive. I enjoy watching my dick plunge in and out, sliding between the cheeks of your fat ass. When you grab me, and pull me in deeper it makes hard for me not to cum. Your thighs are luscious too, except I don't think anyone has ever taken the time to kiss you properly.”

            Maria opened her mouth to tell me something. Just as she did, I ran my tongue across her lower lip making her gasp at the intense pleasure. My mouth pressed against hers, taking little sips that did nothing to relieve her obvious need for intimacy.

Her breath came in tiny pants. She arched her neck, offering her mouth to me, begging me to take it without words, except she wasn't silent, soft whimpers escaped her hungry mouth. But I wouldn't give in. I didn't feel the need to hurry, we had all day.

In desperation, she reached for me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. The more I kissed her, the more aggressive she got, pulling on my dick, rubbing me all over.

Maria melted against my chest, her body limp with desire. I leaned her against my desk, kept clear for just such a reason. 

            
Our lips became emotionally and physically entwined for what seemed like an eternity. When I finally raised my lips from hers, we were both gasping for breath and the look on her face made me catch my breath repeatedly.

That was more admiration than I deserved. Why was I surprised? She was in love with me, just like all the rest.

Maria gave all she had behind these closed doors. As a professional, I would gladly take it all and ask for more. She came to me to test her limits and expand her capacity for love and passion. As a man, it never failed to bother me how easily led women are.

            Maria leaned back, her skirt rode above her waist, exposing her shaved pussy with the fat lips and sensitive clit. The thong she wore got lost in her ample derriere. It left nothing to the imagination. Together we removed our clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She stood in bra and panties, struggling to find ways to hide her curves from me, as if I cared. She crossed her arms over the soft round curve of her belly. Her face slightly turned from me.

            “Look at me,” I demanded.

            Maria turned to face me.

            “Put your hands down. I want to see you.”

            She put her hands down. The expression on her face wary, watching my reaction. I licked my lips to let her know she was about to get it. She smiled.

            “Damn woman, you look delicious.  Take off your bra and panties for me.”

            She rushed to get it done.

            “No Maria! Take your time. Go slow.” I turned on the Boise system. R-Kelly played in the background. 

My dick throbbed. I wanted to take her. Instead I pressed my mouth to her throat and nibbled, tasting the salty sweetness of her flesh. My mouth found the sensitive spot behind her ear and the place at the base of her throat where her pulse beat wildly.

            “Please Dr. T.... please....” Maria moaned, her body moving like a snake, writhing in ecstasy.

My dick stroked up and down her thigh like a third hand, hard and demanding.

I slipped one arm beneath her, forcing her to arch her back. My other hand pulled her nipples to hard peaks. I took one puckered tip into my mouth and suckled gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She trembled in my arms.

            My hands were magic, casting spells wherever I touched, and I touched her everywhere. I left a trail of wet kisses across her belly, stopping to dip into her navel. As my mouth moved down on her, my hands wandered up, rubbing thighs, sliding between them, sending tremors racing over her until she instinctively opened her legs to me.

            I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. I liked to watch. My cock hung heavy between my legs, throbbing and pulsating. Pre-cum oozed from the tip. My tongue explored the warm moist center of her. Oooos and aaaaahsss spilled from Maria's mouth over the music. My spin cycle tongue worked her over, round and round, up and down.

            “Tell me you want me Maria.”

            “Yes,” she breathed.

            “Say it. Tell me you want me.”

            “I.... I want... I want Daddy Dick. I want to feel him inside me.”

           

I came up from Mariaville, moving my body, warm and hard along the length of her. My manhood was hard as wood, prodding against the ache I created in her pussy. She opened to me, lifting herself. Her sighs mingled with my moans when I entered her, filling her with my strength.

             "Shiiiiiiiiiit" Maria sighed low and sensual.

            Her need grew more intense with each stroke and thrust. I pumped deep in her belly to the rhythm of  R. Kelly's, 'Seems Like You're Ready'.

            “Please let me suck Mr. Good Dick,” Maria moaned. “Please... Please...”

            I ignored her.  Instead, I flipped her over and put legs on my shoulders and went deeper and deeper and deeper.

            "Mmmm... Dr. T.... Shiiiiiiiiiit... I'm cumming..... I'm...."

            I exploded in her womb. The Magnum condom kept my seed from spilling inside her.

            Now once again, Maria has to fix her hair and put on her stilettos. Whiles she was getting ready I asked sarcastically if she had any more questions for me.

            "Yes" Maria answered. "I appreciate what you do for me, but don't you want to be loved and pleased?"

            Here we go again. “Maria?”

            "Yes?"

            Call me if you need anything, ok?

            "Ok Papi"

            She walked away. This time I didn't pull her back to me.  Maria's question's still stayed with me. The truth was, there was one woman who loved me and pleased me and had plans of me as her only, or so she said. Then I found her in bed with someone else.

           

I did everything that was physically, mentally and emotionally possible for this woman yet she claimed it wasn't enough for her and she didn't want me anymore. I loved too hard.

            I read her, not to the point of being a mind reader, but a love reader. I guess she just needed an excuse out, but what this one woman did to me was accuse me of not being there for her, not loving her, not needing her and not wanting her. The sad thing is that I believed this woman.

So I studied women's frustrations, body language and it got so detailed for me that I knew something was wrong with them just by the way they blinked. Naturally, we're all fast blinkers, but I approached women who had a slow blink and something was always bothering them from what they told me.

            Then I got to the point where I was too damn good at knowing what women want. Believing my past love, saying that I didn't love her enough or please her enough,  I made it my mission to make sure every woman I encounter is pleased, single or not.     Sure, I would love to be loved and pleased and be married with kids, but knowing that a woman feels needed and wanted is more important to me.

            So, what would it take for me to let someone please me and love me? I couldn't answer that, because I don't know.  It'll happen when it's supposed to. For now, I give women what I think they want and I'm always right.

            Some need love making, some simply need to be fucked and some need affection or somebody to talk to and just listen. I never came across a woman that genuinely wanted to get to know about me and that's ok. I think if that woman ever comes along, then I'll be in love.

                               

Slowly walks up to the stage
Relishing in the moment just before snapping fingers are raised
Kangol hat covering my eyes
Trying desperately not to see, but imagine a wonderful surprise
Shades covering my nervous sight
And the mic is held firm and anxiously tight
A sip of Brandy traveling smooth into my body,
I speak into the mic and enjoy how your moans got me
Allowing the slow hard bass of my voice to send your emotions into flight
Hey Love, can I be you music tonight
Can I rhythm and blues my way inside you and enjoy your lyrics of mmms and ahhs baby
Or can my instrument play inside your orchestra and make smooth melodies of moans baby
I’ll watch your body squirm to the rhythm of my voice and watch your garden moisten in a daze
Enjoy the concert I give while I’m performing a tasteful soul Love ballad inside your______ (drops mic, exits stage)

What perplexes me
Is how our sexes have come be
Intermingling of unsafe partners
Has killed many of us for starters
The unthoughtful, careless use of our bodies as a temple
Has made meaningful sex all but simple.
What perplexes me
Is how lazy our sexes has come to be.
 Protection, protection, PROTECTION, my brothas. 
Protection, protection, PROTECTION my sistas.

If I kissed every inch of your body and still I kiss you like I've never done it before, then forgive my lips for being blind.  If I listened to your every word that sashayed its way from your parted lips, then please forgive my heart for being deaf and wanting to feel all of your words like braile.  If I tasted every drop of your caramel flesh, forgive the grumblings of my stomach, but I am not yet full.  If I drank from the oceans of your essence, forgive my need to fall into an abyss of your sea's, as I have not quenched my thirst.  If I fall in love with you all over again, forgive me for reliving the times you forgave me!

Theres a panic in the air, trouble high in the clouds. Embers burn from yestedays fires.  A lost love buried beneath the rubble, but still there’s life, still there’s love, still there’s……a want to go on, a need to keep going.  There less panic in the air and suddenly clouds are disappearing, but still rain escapes the sky and falls upon my heart where she used to be, but thunderstorms become my heartbeat and lightning becomes my fuel, my adrenaline to keep searching, to keep loving the thought of love and to keep dreaming about you until you come true. Finally the panic has escaped the air, clouds and rain are in the afterthought and the only embers that burn is the fire that I have for you, the passion I provide when dreaming you and loving you into existence.  I enjoy the panic-less air, the impatient clouds and the evaporated rain drops.  I am in love again

(slowly walks up to the stage, kangol hat covering my eyes, shades covering my nervous sight and a sip of Brandy traveling smooth into my body, i grab the mic) Hey Love, can i be you music tonight, can i rhythm and blues my way inside you and enjoy your lyrics of mmmmms and ahhs baby, or can my instrument play inside your orchestra and make smooth melodies of moans. Enjoy the concert i give while im performing a tasteful soul Love ballad inside your______(drops mic, exits stage)

Your love is my vision during the day and my dreams at night, the loss of your love will bring about blindness to my life and nightmares to my heart, Your Love! I need your Love! Before my life could ever begin to start

Through the rhythm of your mmm's and the blues in your ahh's, my hands indented themeselves onto your thighs. My nature parted through remnants of your soul and into your heavens and earths, while love colored moans escaped your breath, passion tears hung from your eyelids and your juices make for one hell of an adult beverage that I can't pass up. I drink from your well and become intoxicated instantly, and instantly I'm sobered through the rhythym of your mmm's and the blues in your ahh's

My love for you burns like embers from eternal fires, it will burn for eternity and never waver.  As God gave us his Son, the love He gave wasn't in me to stay, love is only love when you give it away.  My love for you burns like embers from eternal fires, it will burn for eternity and never waver.