(My entry for this week's 100 Word Stories challenge.)
It must have been true love. She was going to marry him even though he couldn’t make her cum. Not in years of trying. Two weeks before the wedding, I was her last shot.
She relaxed into the recliner. Eyes closed. Chest rising and falling.
“Go back to a satisfying sexual memory,” I said, watching her eyes flutter as the scene replayed in her mind’s eye.
It took about twenty minutes to hypnotically connect the past orgasms with an imagined honeymoon future.
I saw her a week after they got back. She was still all glowy. The power of suggestion!