What Do You Do When A Girl Seems To Only Wake Up If She Can Taste Come In Her Mouth?

This particular study has definitely been the cause of much interest over the years. Perhaps above even my most famous studies. And I'm happy to add it to my sex guide, so that everyone can benefit from what I learned.

When I was still living in California, back when the fissures in my marriage to my second wife, Jennifer, were but an insignificant scratch here and there, a very interesting case fell into my lap. 

A young woman by the name of Winnie Marks was having a very difficult time with what some thought was narcolepsy at first. However, it was soon realized, her excessive sleep mostly occurred as an extension of sleep in the morning. Eventually, her sleep became so ubiquitous, she often missed whole days of school before she finally came to. Then, one day, her mother, Angela, realized she hadn't woke up the whole day and they were already approaching the next day. Winnie had slept around the clock for the first time. As Winnie reached her late teens, her parents decided it would be best if Angela quit her job to take care of Winnie full time. Given that Winnie needed around the clock care, a state agency agreed to provide care for part of this time, in an attempt to spell her mother.

Everything was going the best it could. Winnie was for the most part catatonic, and needed assistance feeding, showering, and bathrooming. That is, until a fateful discovery was made. And it was made in a most horrific way.

John Janick, a state worker, who had, over time, gained the family's trust, to the point where he was eventually permitted to stay home alone with Winnie, violated that trust. To quite a disgusting degree. And that's when the horrendous, yet amazing discovery was made that eventually turned the matter around in one fail swoop. And also, landed John Janick in the state prison.

I think I'd be remissed if I failed to mention one important detail to the case. Winnie was incredibly beautiful. Almost other-worldly beautiful. By the time I got to meet her, she was all of 19. Those in her family simply called her "Beauty". Shortened from when she was catatonic and everyone affectionately referred to her as "Sleepy Beauty." As I stood in the family's front room, and Winnie suddenly approached, I couldn't help but marvel a bit. She was flawless, with almost a magical face with smooth porcelain skin. She had long and flowing blond hair, which wrapped around her and down to her legs. She had a petite, yet shapely body, with above average size breasts.

"Hello!" Winnie said with vigor, perhaps too vigorous for her age.

"Well, hello there," I said, somewhat surprised.

"What's your name?" she asked me.

"I'm Dr. Mosely Untreu. You can call me Dr. Mosely."

"That sounds like mostly untrue. Are you mostly untrue, Dr. Mosely?" Winnie quipped.

Though I'd heard that same comment probably a thousand times in my life, the way she asked, so innocent and yet playful and biting, I couldn't help but laugh a little. Then the others in the room laughed.

We had a nice time, as I got to know Winnie and her family. And when it was nearing 5pm, I excused myself, making plans to see them in the morning.

I arrived at the nearby state prison shortly before 5:30p. After a short screening process and mini interview, I was permitted entry.

I met John Janick in a private room.

"Hello," I told him.

"Hello," Janick said, somewhat paranoid, not sure who I was.

"I'd like to talk to you about why you're here."

"Yes. Okay."

"According to your police statement you claim that the victim-"

"Winnie!" he interjected.

"Right," I said. "Winnie Marks put a spell on you and that's why you violated her while she lay there unconscious and utterly helpless?"

"Helpless? No. She wasn't helpless."

"How was she not helpless? She was unconscious. She was completely and utterly at your mercy."

"No! I was completely and utterly at her mercy. She made me do it!"

"She made you..." I glanced at the report, "Pick her up from her bed and lie her down on her parents' bed and have sexual intercourse with her and end the act by ejaculating in her unconscious mouth?"

"Yup." Janick folded his arms and sat back. "What the fuck are you doing here? I've told everybody about this and they think I'm fucking crazy. If they knew the real truth, they never would have locked me up. I had no damn choice in the matter. The woman put me in a magical trance and told me what to do every step of the way. I had no fucking clue what was going on until it was all over."

"And what happened when it was all over?"

"Winnie came to life. Basically. She was running around the house and I was sitting there watching her."

"And what happened when Winnie's parents came home?"

"At first it was cool. They were happy to see Winnie up and about. Then one of them, I think her father, noticed some come on her pajama lapel. Then he looked around, especially their bedroom, and figured out, basically, that we had had sex. And I still had no fucking clue."

"You don't remember the sexual encounter at all?"

"No, I do. And I don't."

"Explain."

"I remember it happening. Vaguely. But not because I remember doing it. I remember it like I remember what happens in Last Tango In Paris. Only instead of Marlon Brando and that French girl, it was me and Winnie... doing stuff."

"Like you were watching a movie?"

"Exactly!

"An out of body experience?"

"That's it! Exactly!"

"Okay. Thank you," I said. "You've been very helpful."

"What about me? Are you gonna get me out of here?" he asked, sounding a little frantic.

"Mr. Janick, I'm an intimacy specialist and sex therapist. I have no pull with these people."

"What the fuck! You're a what?" he asked, all confused as he stood up. "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Janick, if there's something I can do for you. I will try."

"Okay. Thanks." Janick sat back down and dropped his head.

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What Do You Do When A Job Applicant Lists Fellatio As One Of Her Additional Job Skills?

Recently, I've been toying with a little hypothesis of mine. Something to combat, what I feel, is a growing epidemics in today's business world. And that is sluggish productivity. My theory is simple, but I would need an assistant to, well, assist me in conducting the experiment. And that's where Connie Cryer came in.

Once my wife, Jennifer, and I moved to New England, my practice really started to pick up. I was building a substantial practice and there was no looking back. Then I was approached to teach some classes at the local university. I decided to give it a go. I guess I was feeling pretty indestructible. This is when I first started utilizing the help of assistants. My assistants would help me research, compile data, conduct experiments, review clients, and whatever else was needed to continue in my psychological endeavors.

So, on that fateful day, when I was in my home office, easing back and reading through the applicants, there was one in particular who caught my eye. Her name was Connie Cryer.

For the most part, her credentials were pretty standard. She was a grad student at the university. She had done some work in the field. But frankly, it was her resume which particularly caught my eye.

Really, it was quite serendipitous. Right there, listed among her additional job skills was, of all things, fellatio!

After an extended game of phone tag, I was finally able to get Connie on the phone. To my delight, she sounded very well-spoken and appeared to know her stuff. I scheduled an interview for the very next day.

The next day, Connie arrived on time and dressed exquisitely. She wore a very respectable business suit and short skirt, with a white blouse that opened up low but not too low, revealing just enough cleavage to hold ones attention, which I thought highlighted her willingness to slut it up, while exercising just enough discretion. When she first arrived, I have to say, I was a little alarmed by her height, which couldn't have been more than 5 feet, which she attempted to combat by wearing very high heels. Her long dirty blond hair was corralled neatly and her makeup was very slight, very professional. I especially made note of her piercing blue eyes, which seemed to suspend me where I sat.

Connie's demeanor couldn't have been more pleasant. Her attitude reflected that of a very receptive, eager to learn person. To my delight, she was already quite a fan of mine. She was prepared to recite my history in the field of psychology, including my landmark discoveries and published essays on interpersonal relationships and intimacy. I was surprised when she mentioned a seminar I spoke at, when I first arrived in New England, and how she hoped to one day meet me, and if she's lucky, work with me. Sure, it could all be bullshit in order to get her foot in the door, but I was willing to accept her words on faith they were genuine. Cleavage can sometimes have that affect on a person.

"All right, well," I said as the interview was coming to a close. "Let me say, Miss Cryer, you strike me as a very impressive person, let alone candidate for this position. In fact, I'm tempted to forgo my other interviews and offer you the position outright."

"Go ahead. I won't mind." Connie smiled with a quick wink.

I smiled, seriously thinking about it. Especially since there were no other candidates I was considering. "Well. There's the matter of due process. And due diligence. As you start out in this field, especially with me, you will learn that I like to be thorough, and try to cover all our bases."

"Of course." Connie nodded, projecting disappointment.

"Oh, but be of good cheer. You've done extremely well for yourself. And I wouldn't be surprised if I'm calling you late this very day and offering you the position."

Connie lit up and then shot to her feet to shake my hand. "Thank you so much, Dr. Untreu!"

"Thank you, Miss Cryer."

And so, that's exactly what I did. After I shot a round of golf. I made the call and offered Connie the position, to which she accepted immediately, sounding as if she might be jumping for joy.

"Miss Cryer, there is one condition I failed to menion," I added.

"Yes. Anything!" she said, still sounding ecstatic.

"You must be available to start tomorrow. I have a hypothesis I've been anxious to start working on and I simply cannot wait any longer."

"Absolutely, Doctor! Whatever you say. Whatever you want. I will be there."

I choked a bit. "Splendid," I struggled to say.

The next morning couldn't come quick enough. I was thinking about my hypothesis the entire night. The logistics. And if it could even be done. I would know soon enough.

Connie arrived at 8 on the dot. My wife, to my disappointment, hadn't quite left yet. From what I understood, she would be going on a shopping trip to the Lakes Region with her niece, Kimberly, who had been living with us for some time now. Last minute, Kimberly got called into work at the veterinarian clinic. However, there was still a good chance my wife would be going anyway.

Regardless, I told my wife I would be busy working in my office all day and I wasn't to be disturbed. My wife, who might have already been starting to grow tired of me and my work, didn't say much about my request. However, I was pretty sure she'd honor it, either way.

Then I returned to my office, where I had asked Connie to wait.

Connie was wearing a more informal outfit than the day before. A similar blouse and long skirt and boots. Her long, wavy, dirty blond hair was down this time. She was sitting by the window where I had set up two chairs, overlooking the garden outside. I found it to be a peaceful place for my sessions. I sat opposite her.

"Hello, Connie," I said.

"Hello, Dr. Untreu," she said.

"You look very lovely."

"Thank you."

"By the way. I usually have my clients call me Dr. Mosely. I just like the way it sounds better."

"Absolutely. Dr. Mosely."

"Splendid." I opened up my folder. "Now, for my little hypothesis..."

Connie sat up, eager to hear about it.

"The problem is sluggishness. In the work place. Our task is to figure out what we can do to help increase productivity. And so, here's my hypothesis."

Connie listened intently.

"As you know, my specialty is in the arena of intimacy. So, my solution, naturally, is going to be related somehow to intimacy."

Connie nodded.

"And in this situation, what could possibly be added to the equation to remedy all this sluggishness. A little something to inspire workers to press on, and keep working?"

"I'm not sure."

"Think about it. What does a man desire?"

"Women?"

"Certainly. More specifically?"

"Women's breasts?"

"No. It's something that women do. Something to breathe life into an otherwise deflated man."

"I couldn't say."

"Of course you could say."

Connie thought about it. She considered her thoughts. Then, while still looking askance, "A blowjob?"

"Bravo! Give the lady a prize!"

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