PTSD My Therapist and Me The Forbidden Fruit.

As I sit in the sand with the reflection of the moon guiding my thoughts to the tips of my fingers thinking of the pheromones and intimate moans of my desires to get deep inside of what I thirst for daily is driving me to a place of mental ejaculation. Just the very thought of how good and wet that angelic pussy can get just before my tongue hits the tip of her clit that I want to suck before put my stamen deep inside her wet walls, and the therapeutic mind fuck she gives me at each time I have my therapy sessions of visual pleasure, as I sit on couch in the office of my therapist watching her twitch from just me sharing how my thoughts and spiritual transformation of my metaphoric mental instability of what makes me explode without a touch. As Sanjee ask me of how my thoughts were since our last meeting, I just look, and inhale, and stared at the camel-toe of the imprint of her Indian Pussy of what she wants me to touch in those panties that are so fucking wet and tight. Her thoughts of the forbidden fruit she knows as a therapist she should not have or desire to touch. You see I know despite her treating me for my “PTSD” (Pussy Thoughts & Sexual Dysfunction). Sanjee knows as she is treating me and teaching me that my thoughts of her 6”1 inch frame wants me to bend her over, and drop and spit in her ass, as I put my index finger inside her wet pussy, for her and I to share a taste of what she is treating me for.  In the private meetings we have weekly she almost admits of inserting her long fingers in and out of her pussy as she thinks of me.  As she squirts from my treatments, her self gratifications secretes all over her inner thighs, and on the sheets and towels she has to put down as she attempts to take a break from this mental, therapeutic relationship from therapist to patient is truly a violation of Doctor Client Privilege. The privilege for Sanjee is being able to treat a client that is so into his awareness of how long he’s been genetically fucked up from what “PUSSY” has done to his mind and to his flesh that he can’t get full satisfaction of getting his thirst quenched. Quiet as it might be kept this relationship with Sanjee developed with her client because of his narrative description of his mental destruction triggered and stirred up a side of Sanjee that she thought she had suppressed for many years.  Sanjee was not only his therapist but she also to had the same dark secret he had, they both had it.  When Sanjee’s client started sharing his story she was able to relate to his thoughts and desires to get fulfillment just like her patient.  The very first time Sanjee met with her very unique client he got her so aroused that she became flush red with emotional satisfaction.  The very pitch of his voice and his choice of words made her so wet that when he left her office, she went into her private room and pulled out her 91/2 inches or pure pleasure, closed her eyes and thought about her patient fucking her so long and so hard she would call out his name in her native language.

After many sessions of therapy with her client, Sanjee shared her story with a colleague who she thought she could trust.  Over time she found out that she could trust no one but her wet pussy that it would squirt each time she had sexual thoughts about the painful past as well ass her client physical attraction, and how smooth his cock was, just before she sucked her own pussy juices off of his cock and before he went to ass to mouth with his dick.

The next time you go to see your therapist be very careful that your “PTSD” (Pussy Thoughts & Sexual Dysfunction) turn into a taste of forbidden fruit.

If you are wet or your dick is hard that means that Sanjee and her client and you all will sleep well tonight.

Unitl she meets with him next week, Sanjee plans and orgy she knows could possibly cause her to loose her license.

Angles, Sprits, & Human Desires

The very essence of each one that walks near me I desire.  The forbidden fruit of intimacy continue to plague the walls of my mind. The various colors of their skin and the pheromones of the sweetness, that sits just at the bottom of their panties that absorb what I desire to drink and to taste. The inner thighs remain moist from the secretions that never stop flowing. I smell them before they reach my visual and mental satisfaction of how deep my thirst goes. That sweet aroma can only be described as mind altering. Each one I meet or see each have their uniqueness about them. Yes the external has a lot to do with how far my imagination travels but in the end they are not the same despite what others may say. The power of the very structure of her existence is that of our creator, creating each and every one of them in his own divine image.  The creation of the woman and all of her beauty internal and external would have a long lasting affect to all of mankind earthly and heavenly.  The power, the beauty, would not only be desired by men on earth but also that of some of Gods Angels. The Bible speaks about that not only was God please with what he had created but he knew the trials and tribulations of his creations would cause a break down on earth, beginning in the garden Eden and in heaven.  You see our creator was so skilled that the Angels wanted to taste what I have been describing in the beginning of this story. The only way the Angels could taste and feel what God created was in become human.  The only way to do that is to give up their heavenly abilities. Yes no more spiritual talents, no power of any sort that God had given them.  Now you know that if and Angel from heaven desires to be with the women on earth and to lose it all is some really powerful stuff. In the end God got mad at them just like he is mad at us that we are already hear on this forsaken earth that is truly a place of destruction.

Until his return the water falls that secrete from the lower parts of women will continue to give birth, and be used to control the masses of what we know as being normal.

I must go know the wind just blew by the windows of my mind another peace of forbidden fruit that I want to understand why my thirst is never satisfied. I was aware this since I was a young boy. Many have one, some have many I only have one.

Oh! Wait can you smell that, oh yes another sweet pheromone coming this way.

Shadows Of My Mind

The shadows on the walls of his mind remain dark for the unknown. The unknown is the love, attention he once had yet he took for granted it turned into rejection. The journey down a road of loneliness was caused by an impoverished lifestyle he had no control over but he had to accept. The shadows of the past remain just below the surface of his thoughts never really allowing the outside world to penetrate his deepest thoughts and emotions. He used his charisma and his charm to over compensate for him lacking the validation he long for from his mother who had no clue how deep the pain ran down into his soul. His longing to connect with a false sense of what he thought was love help further fuel his pain of addiction. His addictions and the demons of carnality he understood at an early age but had no outlet but to make every attempt to quench the thirst by feeding off of the pheromones he could smell in the wind in his sleep. The very essence of his desires as a child he knew was not normal. The spirit he first identified at a young age when he first felt alive and had to feed like a vampire on the hunt for his first feeding.  The feeding he had to get from his first victim needed to be fulfilled. After getting a taste of inevitability that spirit was full grown but it had to cohabitate with his child like ways until the time was right. You know a spirit can only dwell in a host that is willing to allow it to stay until maturity. You see he his ability to inhale that SWEETEST PHEROMONE known to mankind is his life mission.

I must go now the shadow on the walls of my mind is thirsty and wants to quench his thirst and he’s seeking another level to this spirit that wants to explode. You see to get relief from your pain you have to identify the issue before you attempt to get help.

What does your shadow say to your mind and are you acting out?

A Woman's Essence

The very essence of a woman’s existence is based on what she may or may not have experienced in her life. A woman with the love of her father and the envy of her mother can cause her heart to become hardened overtime. A woman with a hard and broken heart can lead down a road of un-forgiveness, resentment and many broken relationships trying to feel the void of loneliness or a false since of happiness from any man that attempts to insert his lies, emotions, and his tongue of deceit into her life. You see a broken woman secrete her pheromones to the universe and men from many corners of the earth can smell her pain and her desires. She secretes brokenness, yet the men only see sex and they have no concern that she is broken.  The dust never settles from one man before the next one comes alone to add to her pain.

Ladies what is your pheromones secreting positive or negative energy.