Visiting My Psychologist - Sex Stories

Visiting My Psychologist

Every night I have dreams. For the last year, a night hasn’t passed without having incredible erotic fantasies while I sleep. It has become such a common occurrence in my life that I started to see a doctor about it. Her name is Dr. Wendy Morton. She is a psychologist who specializes in dream and sexual therapy.

Finding the right person was not an easy task. I had to travel over three hours to see her in person. We decided to conduct our sessions via teleconference on Zoom. When we would have a session, I always massage my pussy. Of course, this was off-screen so she never knew that I was enjoying myself as I described what my sleep time imagination came up with.

Dr. Morton suggested that I write down my dreams. This way I would include as many details as possible and she could analyze them accurately. It has also helped me. As soon as I would wake up, I would start writing while the visions were still clear in my mind. Some of my dreams were so realistic; I would wake up having an orgasm. I would come so frequently, that I started to look forward to my nighttime fantasies.

After six months of therapy, we concluded that the reason for my dreams was a long-time denial of sexual pleasure throughout my thirty-five-year marriage. When that chapter of my life ended, I discovered a whole new life of enjoyment. She suggested that I carry out some of the more safe and satisfying fantasies. I asked her which I should act upon. Her best answer was that it was for me to ...

... decide.

I gathered all the notes from my dreams. As I read through pages of what I envisioned in my sleep, the choice was easy for me; all of them. Let me share a few of the reoccurring illusions that would bring me to an awakening climax.

I’ll start with one of the rare dreams that I can’t carry out.

It takes place in the early 1800s and I am the captain of a pirate ship sailing the Barbary Coast of Africa. I am one of the only female pirate captains and I have a reputation for brutality. My crew is all female, making this unique as it is the only ship on the Mediterranean made up of women.

We cruise the seas looking to take any treasures and prizes available. In addition to the riches that we pilfer, I usually find the healthiest man on the ship to have my way with him before I sell him into slavery to the Bashar of Tripoli.

Once we board a ship, my crew takes all the men on deck and has them strip naked. I inspect the prisoners and choose the best-hung bull in the group. I’ll usually tie him in front of everyone and entice him to fuck me to the cheers of my crew. As soon as I come, I am finished with him, usually denying him any pleasure. On the off chance he has an orgasm; I make him suck his seed from my pussy, forcing him to swallow every drop.

Only then can the women of my crew pick their studs for their enjoyment and humiliation. My girls will have an orgy on deck fucking each captured sailor, sometimes forcing them to suck their pussies too. The only time ...