mauricetherapy

To my esteemed readers,

It has been a while since my last blog. I took a break to get away from it all but am back. My festive season was brilliant. It was full of new experiences and escapades of which, you will read about as part of my blog.

2016 is about feeling sexy, for the men to feel more masculine and for the ladies to bring out more of their feminine side. It is the year of SEX and more sex.

It is the year to gain more information on sexuality.

More than 50 women have learnt how to stimulate their inner vagina to the point of squirting since the new year. It is time that women owed 70% of their orgasm to ensure that they too climax and enjoy recreational sex not procreational sex. I look forward to more session bookings from women and especially from couples.

It is also time for the so called #teammafisi to filter out the weaker links that make us, the sexual alphas look bad in the eyes of women. The wannabe team mafisi need to lay down their water guns and get a new hobby.

For those of you in the diaspora, mafisi depicts a pool of men who are social predators. There are those team mafisi members that are equipt with the skill set to seduce and inflict sexual pleasures that make women go wild and lust for more. But sadly, we also have within our midst those men aka ‘sponsors’ who are more or less social providers. They are also known for their prowess in paying utility bills. Its time they stopped subscribing to #teammafisi.

Naivasha escapade….

Hi Maurice,

As I had said in Naivasha I would find time to chat with you and be part of your blog as long as you don’t mention my name.

Maurice replies,

You were not joking, were you!

She replies,

It was good to see you after 4 years. When I first met you at my pal’s shower I was angry and bitter about men but for some reason as you sat there speaking to the ladies, I just thought to myself ‘should I ask him where he is going after the session’ but the bitterness could not allow. I was curious about Maurice, the man not the sexologist. I followed your blog posts on and off, keeping tabs on your work. Then finally to my surprise I see you and your friends at Enashipai, at the Wave Club. As I had told, I wanted to come over and say hi but the dude I was with has major insecurity issues. And there is no way I was going to introduce you in case he digs deeper and finds out you are a sexologist. That would have probably been the end of my holiday considering it was his treat. By the way, I saw you on the Sunday, at the pool side with 4 beauties.

Maurice replies,

I never did ask, who was that guy cause he gave me funny looks when I looked over and saw you?

She replies,

He is #teamsponsor nothing more though I think he is catching feelings. You have no idea how I wanted to get away from him but I had a holiday to enjoy till 5th January.

Maurice replies,

Now that our chat is going to be my blog post, how did you get away to meet up with me  on 1st January?

She replies,

I hope he doesn’t read your blog!!!! He had plans with his boys to drive down to Nakuru.

Maurice replies,

Why were you curious about me?

She replies,

Before I met you, I was in a women’s forum where you became the agenda. It was Maurice this, Maurice that, you had those who spoke highly of you, and you had your haters who did not know you but decided to hate on you, in my opinion because their men were failing in the bedroom. When women described your practical sessions you could sense the tension and I guess my curiosity grew from there. I wanted to know the real you, the man behind the man, and what a night it was. I never thought the things you showed me were possible. I thought squirting was a myth, that bed was soaked and the the tongue thing was bellissimo. You remember the look on my face when I received that call, only if I had a choice you and I would still be at it. Are you still game about fulfilling my other fantasy?

Maurice replies,

I am only a phone call away.

She replies,

Are you really going to post our conversation?

Maurice replies,

Yes, unless you would rather I don’t?

She replies,

I am worried about you not me. No one knows who I am.

Maurice replies,

Lets put it this way, unless my readers thought I did not have a sex life which would be weird they should expect anything. Those who know me well will for sure not be shocked to see my post.

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