Therapist Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I lean closer and kiss her again and this time she reciprocates and my chest swells before I slowly get on top of her while she now lays her back on the bed. I have heard of sex therapy and I have also heard that it helps with pain and anxiety when other methods don't help at all. Matilda looks into my eyes and I kiss her mouth again, feeling my body alive and blood drilling into my groin. My dick is hard in minutes and I get my hands under her dress. She helps take off my suit from last night and her hands find it's way into my boxers. She's massaging my dick and I groan, letting her experiment.

She’s not wrong. "Yeah, well. Send over the digital intake forms when they arrive. I'll see you at nine." I hang up and head for the shower. As the hot water hits the ink on my shoulders, my mind drifts back to last night. The soft silk. The vanilla and rose. The way she felt against me—like a live wire looking for a place to ground. I’ve been a sex therapist for half a decade, specializing in high-conflict intimacy and trauma-informed desire, but nothing in my textbooks prepared me for the way that woman looked at me in the dark of a biker bar.

The Certified S*x Therapist (CST) ****** [Warning! Oral S*x Ahead!] Intro; “S*ck his c*ck until he spurts, and don't touch your p*ssy!” She ordered. Meanwhile, Madam Victoria–a CST (Certified S*x Therapist) crossed her legs, and dropped her chin, peeking at me through the edge of her sunglasses. Promptly, I protested, “B–But I already did that. Didn't I perform well–?”

KINGSTON I talked to Eleanor about my problem, and she suggested a sex therapist. The office of a sex therapist is the last place I’d ever been in and yet that's where I'm headed. This just goes to show there's nothing I won’t do for Aeliana. Up until doctor Holland suggested therapy might help her, I didn't believe in it, but I was helpless, and thankfully it helped her in all the ways I didn’t.

She spit out her gummy bear on her lap. "Like that crazy talented sex therapist?" I nodded and she gasped. "Holy crap, you lucky son of a bitch. Reid Romano was voted number one sex therapist in the world. He's like also the richest, Oh and don't forget super fucking attractive." she went on and on telling me Reid’s biography. "Susan, he's also the sex therapist that Dan hired" I said and there goes another gummy bear. "Ehhhh, Is he trying to lose his wife?" she said laughing and we continued to get drunk.

*SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.” “Good Girl ”. He applied ointment on her ass and gave her the pain killers . She gulped three pills in one go with water still tied up in the position. “I guess it’s paining, so I won't fuck you today. I can wait for a month or till you heal.” he says with a slight grin. “You seriously think I'll have sex with you after what you did with me. You're a psycho.” Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain.

She was making a gurgling noise, and he pulled himself back a bit. This repeated over and over. She was moaning but as soon as she was close to cumming all over the woman's face who had her head buried in her pussy the woman stopped and pulled away for a minute. It was more frustrating to Michelle than not having sex in months. The doctor, though, was finding it to be pleasing as he hands his hands on her tits and the back of her head. “Time to change positions.” He said. “But I was just getting started.” The therapist said as she looked up.

“You’re freezing, he said roughly. “Sit down, that’s what you need right now.” He led me to the therapy couch and settled me gently. I shook badly from the cold and nerves. “I ruined everything,” I whispered, rain and tears mixing on my face. “I made you cross lines, and now you have to get rid of me. I know that as a therapist, you aren't meant to have a sexual relationship with your patient. I pushed you to the wall, I'm very sorry.” He knelt in front of me and cupped my cheeks gently. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “You didn’t ruin anything, look at me, Liana.”

Celeste nods, but I can tell she's not on board with it, "It can be a good idea... right? I mean, unless you invest all this time into him and then discover he's a terrible lay, then what?" "I'm pretty sure he won't be a terrible lay," I murmur, but then I feel Chloe's eyes burning into me, "What?" "Have you talked about sex with your therapist already?" she asks. I shake my head, "Well, you should. Because I'm pretty sure there's something weird here and I don't think it's you trying to 'figure out if he's the one' because you don't believe in that. Normally, you would've fucked him already."

“But I believe you had a scheduled therapy session on Monday and Friday which means in two days, the therapist will be coming to see you.” “I want a new therapist.” He states firmly making his voice carry a sharp tone as if he doesn't want to be convinced otherwise. “Why?” I still decide ask, confused. “Because that therapist is such a pussy.” He groans. “I hooked up with her just one time and she can't talk to me normally anymore.” He mumbles the last part. “Do you have a thing for having sex with women who work for you?” I ask more rhetorically than anything, rolling my eyes at him as if his words were the most obvious thing.