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.

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Your Deceit

The Poet says….The spirit of sexual deceit are hidden behind the spirit of innocence, but the eyes reveals a small peak into the windows of the spirit that wants to come to the surface to whom you will meet in life. If your flesh longs for some mental and physical attention you will be deceived on the spirit that wants to devour the spirit in you. Do not be mad on about the type of person you let in your life. Your flesh feels good for the release you got.

Expectations

The Poet says……Men need to learn to secrete more emotions, and knowledge if they really want to connect with their significant other.  If women can’t see past the size of a man’s tool, or how deep he can get while scratching that occasional itch, she will always end up with the same thing, a Wet Ass, A Happy Pussy, but never the real nurturing men she needs and deserves to be with. You see without her having and expectations from any man, everyone who she meets will treat her just like a trick……Come on ladies make your man accountable for you, not just your pussy.

Broken Promises

The Poet says…Coming home to a husband or wife with no love is, like coming home to emptiness. Each day you pull up to get out of the car, and all you want to do is to drive by, and never stop. He said, he loved her but they sleep in separate beds. She said I need more from you, he said I don’t want to talk about, it. She said ok, I am tired of begging for you to touch, and talk to me. He did not care, but another man who will listen to her needs and say yes.

"Know Your Needs"

The Poet says....If you feel like your, Mind, Heart, and Soul is under siege, drop to your knees, and seek help from the only one who can give it to you, stop running from what need to deal with, you have been feeling a certain kinda way for a long time.....Real Talk.

The Pussy & Dick Syndrome

Her pussy, his dick everybody wants a lick of that clit or that dick that don’t belong to them. It is the nature of the beast to want to get between the sheets with another man or woman. You can be married for years, while shedding tears of sexual disappointments and dysfunction with modern day relationships. You see it does not matter what walk of life you come from but saved, unsaved, Indian, Jewish, Islamic, eastern world, or the western world people want to fuck, have orgies but they just won’t admit it because of their religion or cultural background won’t allow them to be who the fuck they really are. Hell we humans are no different than the animals that walk this earth, they fuck, and control animals just like a man who wants all of the pussies he can stick his dick in. It is no difference then that woman who likes multiple sex partners. When a man has man hoes, he’s a stud, pimp, being a man. When a woman does it she is being a hoe, what the fuck is the difference, NONE. You see I am a different man, like someone said it is better to know, than not know. Sex is not nasty, and people get tired of fucking the same man, woman, bitch, hoe, that nigga they with, they just won’t admit that shit. Women from the north, south, east, or west want a different dicks, hell that shit he got sometime, just won’t scratch that itch no more. You got to keep that shit fresh, or the mind wonders so far, you will lose your husband, your wife from just being stupid. When it comes down to it this world revolves around “PUSSY” it rules this world. If you don’t this PUSSY rule this world, just turn on the news, or pick up a local paper, and read about how many churches have shut the doors because the Pastor could not keep his dick to his self. Also look at your government officials and you wonder why they are having mistresses, or babies out of wedlock, because people won’t be honest with what the fuck is going on. Good wholesome, housewives are fucking the cable man, and the pool man. When a pussy or dick just don’t satisfy you anymore, folks take the shit personal, and be mad at you, but you are doing what is natural. This shit is never personal, it’s about business, and the business is FUCKING and many men and women as you can to satisfy that sexual itch. That itch never goes away, it lays dormant, for a while.

The moral of the “PUSSY & DICK” game is you may be with someone who never steps out of the confines of their relationship, but trust and believe they do think about that shit, and the more they think about what they are not getting, or desire to do, they just won’t ask you to do those things, because they know what the answer is. This applies to both men and women. You see this behavior has nothing to do with how you look, or how you dress. You see a UGLY mother fucker woman or man can take your mate from you. They may not look like much, but they are licking and swallowing, blowing in holes you don’t even want to wash, now isn’t that some shit.

No matter how much money you have, no matter how big your house, or how many cars you own or how long your dick is or how wet and juicy clit and tongue is. It don’t mean shit for that urge to merge jumps up in the man or woman your with.

What the fuck, if you think your boy is lying just sit back and pay close attention, the ride will get real bumpy…..Ask you mate do they desire to some of this shit below:

Men ask your wife or girlfriend would she like…             

You to fuck me and another man                            

You like for me to fuck  you in your ass                

Would you like to choked, and fucked hard in your ass                                                

Would you like a dildo in your ass and pussy                            

Would you lick another woman’s ass and pussy while I watch

Baby can I have a girlfriend, just for sex               

Women ask your man if he would like…..

Baby I would like to see me eat another bitch ass

Would you like for me to swallow your CUM

Baby can you CUM in my ass and get spanked

Baby I want to watch and another bitch

Baby can get double stuffed while you watch me

Ask your mate some real questions, but reassure them to tell the truth and you won’t get mad.

Unspoken Emotions, The Poet Experience.....

As I awake each day with you deep in my heart and mind, I wonder do you think of me as I think of thee.  My unspoken emotions keep me at times when I think about you, and your goodness. Your goodness does not push this, longing for our desire to spend more time with one another. As I come to your home it feels like I already belong, to a place that is so full of grace and compassion that is everlasting. It is so wonderful to have this feeling about someone who you know you can trust, and will not judge you. I have that special something with you, even though I have to keep you it my heart, and never tell a soul. It seems like you’re ready, and your body is calling and yearning for me. You feel so good, just like I knew you would. As I walk in the room, and I began to undress, I look into your eyes that are waiting to connect with mine. I start to inhale that angelic aroma that illuminates from your heavenly body, waiting for me to touch in a place where it counts. As I lay back waiting for you, and a reflection of your body flickering, like a candle in the wind. As you stop alone the way to pleasure me in way that is just so indescribable, it makes me grab the sheets, thinking of what is coming next. I welcome any and everything you do to me, because you know what I like, and how I wanted, nice and slow. As you travel closer to my upper body, tasting and licking the fluids that is coming out of my body catching every drop on the tip of your hot tongue. Sometime in the night as your body is next to mines, your back to me as I rub your back and your body begins’ to move as acceptance to my touch that you long for so much. I ask you to close your eyes and let me have my way with you to do as I please. You trust me so much you do not deny me access to unlock the doors of exotic and erotic desires of your heart. As you climb on top of me, watching my every move, you can’t wait as I take my magic wand and begin to tap on the external doors that lead into the deepest cavern of your extremely hot body. As your hot pussy drip with ecstasy anticipating the insertion of this smooth black anaconda, pounding you so hard, in such a way you are not even sure how to breathe. Your eyes let me know how I truly make you feel. Your pussy talks to my dick each time you come up and slide back down. Fast, or slow all you need to know is that my only desire is to make certain that when I am done you will have had “The Poet” experience. I make love how I write, I write a story, that makes you want to read all of the pages until you are done. Just like when I make love to you, I will give you this hot black smooth stick. After I hear you scream my name to the top of your lungs, telling me how well I fuck you, and baring down harder making that pussy hit the bottom of the dick, your pussy just gushing with excitement. As you ride I take my right hand and glide my index finger over your hot hole, to get that scent of sex on my finger to smell what my dick is getting. I love how your sex smells while I am in you deep and strong, I get off on it when I can smell your hot hole. What really gets me off when you want to smell it with me?  After we have made such sweet love I am already anticipating the next time, and the next time. Carrying you around with your body chemistry all over me reminds what I have experienced just a short while ago. I want to expose you the things you have never thought of experiencing with a man such as me. I want to not only to donate my lions and emotions but I want to make a deposit of goodness to you each time I talk with you and spend time with you. Please never stop being who you are and what you do, because I never want to wake up out of this dream that seems so real to me.