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.
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