John is just what the doctor ordered.

Based on the works of OnePaige, in 10 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Every couple of weeks John stopped at the lookout over Fort Wadsworth and took stock. He found that the position above all the other eight million New Yorkers gave him a sense of perspective. He liked the view over the harbor, even on a cold late February afternoon like this. The Verrazano Narrows Bridge faded across to Brooklyn in the fog on his right. Governor's Island and Manhattan receded in a gray mist on the horizon, the ranks of skyscrapers evaporating into the ashen sky. Dark fuel barges littered the harbor like dead leaves. The Statue of Liberty's outline barely broke through the monochrome murk on his left. Old snow brightened some spots in the panorama. The white-dusted, derelict fort sat below him, guarding the shipping lanes like an old man on a park bench watching the young runners pass, his own knees shot.

John wasn't a broody man. Leaning against the truck with a thermos of coffee he couldn't help feeling the sense of isolation and waiting in the scene before him, but he knew Spring was coming. Taking stock of his own situation he really didn't have anything to complain about. His business was good. There was no shortage of houses to upgrade but a shortage of skilled and honest contractors like him. There was no shortage of older women who appreciated his twenty-nine year old, well-muscled and sexually skilled body, who hungered for his adroitly wielded male-ness.

Why would he want the dull sameness of a cubicle job when every house he remodeled was different, each its own challenge and a chance to learn new skills? Why would he want one woman when every cougar was different, each her own territory to explore with her own appetites and skills to share? He appreciated their unique and gladly expressed female-ness. How tedious it must be to make love to the same woman every week. His roster brought him new adventures and satisfactions, when, he supposed, a single lover would get bored with him. As it was, each of his new lovers was delighted to discover him and the ones ready to move on did so with gratitude, before their relations got stale.

No, he couldn't complain.

Yet, with all the variety there was also a kind of sameness. He didn't know the women deeply and he made it clear he didn't want to. But John longed for something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was there some quality in a longer-term relationship that he might want to discover?

He opened the email from Dr. Wright again and considered taking on the challenge she'd proposed: essentially, to act as a sexual surrogate for one of her clients. John wondered if this meant he would go semi-pro in the sexual restoration work fate had directed him to. He liked being an amateur, letting the women find him through his network of happy cougars. Still, it warmed his ego to have the psychologist suggest he had the skills to take on a 'special case' as she'd put it.

Dr. Doris Wright knew his skill set well, since they conjugated regularly. She wanted him to help a woman become sexually active again who, as she wrote, had become frigid, afraid of sex after a physical and emotional trauma six years before. His time in Doris's consultation room 'cleansing her chakras' always made him feel as good and powerful as having sex possibly could. How would it be to work under her guidance with...