Visiting My Psychologist - Sex Stories

Visiting My Psychologist

... the captives are allowed to come is during homosexual sex when the men fuck or suck one another. My gang of privateers enjoys humiliating our captives with shouts of encouragement and applause.

Every time I have that dream, I wake up panting and wet. Occasionally, my fingers will still be stroking myself, enjoying an orgasm. Many dreams were about making passionate love with a special person. Other dreams included various bondage sessions, lesbian fantasies, swapping, cheating husbands, orgies, and gangbangs.

This is another of my favorite reoccurring fantasies in my sleep.

A close friend takes me to a club in New York City. It was amateur night on the main stage, open to anyone who wanted to dance for money. There were two rules to enter, by the end of the “dance” you had to be completely nude and if someone wanted a lap dance, you had to go to a private room with that person.

After watching several young ladies spin and prance on stage, I decided to enter my name on the roster of dancers. I was nervous and by many years, the oldest person scheduled to dance. I didn’t care. I was hoping that someone would want a private dance from me.

I was called to the stage. The DJ wanted to know what music I wanted to dance to. I asked him to play my favorite song, “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crue. The DJ smiled, I think he was surprised at my choice. He cued up the song and I was on my way.

My dress was off in no time. Then my bra was on the floor. I danced and ...

... stuck my ass in several men’s faces. Halfway through the song, my thong was on the floor too. Dollar bills were being tossed my way. One guy called me over and stuck a hundred in the crack of my ass.

After my set, I step off the stage to loud applause and men wanting a private dance. I always wake up before I get to perform a lap dance. I am usually in a post-orgasmic sweat when my eyes open.

One last reoccurring dream I want to share.

I am tied to a weightlifter bench. My wrists are secured above my head and my legs are suspended in the air stretched to a point where I can’t move. A woman approaches with a spray bottle filled with olive oil. She sprays me, making me as slick as ice.

Once I am completely oiled down, men and women line up and spend time massaging my body from head to toe. An occasional finger makes its way inside me. I scream with sheer delight. Over and over, people are pinching and kneading my tits and nipples. The same woman in each dream strokes my clit until I beg her to stop. I have no idea who she is.

Again, my dream ends with me awake, sitting up in bed, descending from an incredible sleeping orgasm.

Our sessions were coming to an end. The doctor had taken me as far as she could. The rest was up to me. I scheduled our final session to take place in person late on a Friday afternoon. It was important to me that we see each other in person face-to-face. Online meetings work but, there is something different when you are in the same room ...