Falling In Love With Your Therapist Novels & Stories

I quietly walked into my therapist's office, a heavy weight pressing down on my heart, diminishing any sense of joy. Miss Beira Sinclair raised her head from the book she had been reading and offered me a warm, empathetic smile. But when she saw the distress etched across my features, her expression fell. She closed the book and clasped her hands before her, dropping the professional demeanor she typically maintained. Beira spoke to me then as a friend and a mother, using whatever means necessary to ensure I would listen.

he flicks his hand toward me dismissively, then scoffs, “not acting like this.” I narrow my eyes. “I don’t need you to save me, Theo. Especially not from something I could handle on my own.” His expression hardens instantly cold, intense. His gaze snaps to Lockie with a look that could burn holes through him.And despite every warning in my head I love it.Every therapist I’ve ever had has told me the same thing: this isn’t healthy. It’s possessive. It’s controlling. It’s a red flag. They told me to walk away.But I don’t.

She said as she moved back to the edge of the bed. "Don't do that, don't belittle my feelings, what I feel is valued" I muttered as I sat down back on the couch. " Nobody is saying other wise. I'm just saying that you are being too hard on yourself, you have loved this guy since what?, I mean he was literally all you talked about in highschool even if he was a major red flag then. So allow your body a little space for vulnerability" She said looking at me.

He watched the two in front of him as they faced each other. The therapist was using her skills with massaging to help bring the other woman closer. His cock began twitching as he watched the woman trace the mouth of the other with her tongue. Then they closed the distance, and they were kissing, and he now wished he hadn’t thought to have them do this. He wanted to have them a little closer as well.

***He's dangerous.*** My hands lap my thighs, shaking lightly. The dark room is only lit by the fluorescent light above my head. A few meters from my stead, my therapist, Dr. Sarah, sits and gauges my reaction. What I just discovered makes me worried yet the feelings I felt the first day we met still swim through me. The tingles that drove around my body when his lips touched my knuckles hours ago. I love the feeling I felt. I love how his lips smeared across my skin and it makes me wonder how will his cock smear the wetness I felt down my pussy to my entrance and clit. I’ve never harbored such thoughts before now.

“I don't know, it's unexplainable. It happened slowly, when I realized I was in love with him, it was too deep to pull away then. There was no going back.” “You love me, not him.” I exhale loudly and search for the words, they're not forthcoming. “I thought I did. I thought that what we had, I thought it was love. Until I knew better, what we have is like a watered down version of infatuation.” He recoils as if he's been stabbed by my words. His breath quickens and he turns away from me “We need to see a therapist…” “What?” “Sherlock Holmes syndrome. We should talk to someone.”

have you been thinking about what we talked about last time? Clifton nodded, his heart beating faster in his chest. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot," he admitted. "Good," the therapist replied, moving closer to him. "Because I have too." Before Clifton knew it, the therapist was kissing him. He could feel her soft lips against his, and he surrendered himself to the moment. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as they kissed deeply. As they broke apart, the therapist began to undress, revealing her naked body to Clifton. He couldn't help but stare in awe at her perfect curves and toned muscles.

He put the inhaler in front of her With a sense of relief, she reached for her inhaler. As she took a deep breath and pressed the canister her breathing became smoother and she felt the calming sensation wash over. “Don’t panic Lift will be open in just a few seconds” A rush of unfamiliar warmth spread through her body as his hand gently rested on her back, turning her cheeks crimson red. It was the first time anyone had touched her, and her heart was racing with a mix of feelings. A spark ignited within her in that fleeting moment.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. “But Charles,” I continued, “you really need therapy. I don’t think you love me. You just love the version of me that loved you. And because you wanted to be loved by anyone, you tried to cling to my love. But that can’t happen anymore, because I no longer love you, Charles.” “....”

We sought solace in therapy, leaning on the guidance of a skilled professional who helped us navigate the complexities of our emotions. In those intimate therapy sessions, we engaged in heartfelt conversations that laid bare our deepest fears and insecurities. The therapist created a safe space for us to explore the root causes of my lingering feelings for the former flame, delving into the memories and emotions that had resurfaced. Alexander, ever the pillar of support, listened attentively as I bared my soul, sharing the conflicting emotions that had been tormenting me. He reassured me of his unwavering love and commitment, promising to stand by my side as we confronted these challenges to