Therapist Sex Story 소설 & 이야기

“Who says this was for you?” He just gave a small nod, not smug. Not amused. Just... knowing. And it infuriated me. I barely slept that night. His voice looped in my head, soft and cutting. “You use sex to fill up your insecurities.” I hated how much that line clung to my skin. Worse, I hated how he didn’t want me. Most men—hell, most therapists—would’ve taken one look at me and lost professionalism within ten minutes. They wouldn’t say it. But I’d see it in their eyes.

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

Seemingly unsatisfied with one position, he slapped my pert bottom and had me lie on the bed. I eagerly spread my legs for him. He quickly reached out and grabbed my neck tightly. In that moment, a feeling of suffocation washed over me as our bodies moved together. I could no longer hold back. "Please. Let me come. I can't take it anymore." The therapist ignored my pleading and continued thrusting. Seeing my reaction, he moved faster and harder. I finally came apart, making a slick mess all over the bed. I lay weakly on the bed, my cheeks flushed, my legs sprawled limply across it. My breathing was erratic, and my chest heaved slightly.

Her words sent a shiver straight down my spine as I shifted feeling the dampness growing in my panties. The game kept growing dirtier now. Someone mentioned the time Alex and I had sex in the dorm while everyone else was at football game. Ryan admitted he had jerked off listening through the wall. My cheeks burned so hot but my pussy throbbed at the memory. Alex’s hand slid higher on my thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties and I parted my legs a little, inviting him. He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly.

“This is only a method you can use with me.” “Oh please, Mr. Miller. I don’t think you have the right to say that to me. It’s my body after all.” Ava smiled. He trailed his finger over her collarbone. “A therapist that uses sex as a way to help her patients. Distract them from their problems. How terrible.” Ava hummed and grabbed Casey’s finger. “Well, then I guess I am a terrible person.” “Are you still drunk?” “I’m not sure. But maybe if we go for a few more rounds then I won’t be. We can never be too sure.”

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

“Well, it is not as bad as what I have done to you. I am lucky that you are even still talking to me let alone still in love with me after how badly I have hurt you.” “But still, I don’t want any secrets between us.” “Then I should tell you that I tried to have sex with my therapist. He wanted to talk about what I have been through, and I didn’t, so I tried to seduce him into having sex with me. You should have seen him running scared out of the parlor. I do not blame him though he is married and trying to stay professional plus I am underage.” “Wow, just wow!!!!” “Andros? I am sorry. Truly.” “I know, I just didn’t see that one coming, I thought it would only be Santiago.”

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

He swiped on his phone screen and showed me a footage of me threatening to pierce my throat with a fork “ does this look familiar to you?” I didn’t answer for a minute, then bite my fingers. My old nervous habit “ they weren’t going to let me see him” He put the phone away and crossed his hands against his desk “ now that you are feeling, more relaxed and chatty, cab we talk about your sex life?” I raised a surprised brow at him. So this was his plan, to get me to talk to him? “ my sex life? What does that got to do with my therapy?” “ A lot Miss. Hayes. You had told me on your last session that sex was more helpful to you than I could ever be “

"You guys gonna fill me in?" "We, um…" I clear my throat and take the plunge. "We crossed that line." "Which line?" "I'll say it," Santos interrupts. "We had sex. There ya go, baby. You don't have to say it now." I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel like the biggest wimp. I'm in therapy. This is our therapist, and this is something we've been working towards for two years. Logically, I know I have nothing to be embarrassed about, but my emotions are having a hard time remembering that.