Visiting My Psychologist
Date: 7/1/2024,
Categories:
True,
Author: Darlene69
... when meeting. When I arrived, we started our meeting right away.
She asked me the first question, “Did you dream last night?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Care to elaborate?”
For the first time since starting therapy, I was reluctant to tell her about my dream. It was so personal for me to make this confession. My hesitation surprised the doctor. I remained silent.
“What’s wrong Darlene? You’ve told me some very intimate details of your past sleep fantasies. Why are you holding back now?”
I took a deep breath. “I knew this would be our last session. I had a wild dream about you. Well, I mean you and me.”
The doctor squirmed in her chair. “You aren’t the first person that included me in their dreams. I analyze many different situations. Whatever you tell me, I’m certain, won’t be the first time I’ve heard it. Go ahead, speak to me.”
I needed to let her know. “Let me start by telling you, this is not part of the dream. Every Zoom session we’ve had, I was naked from the waist down, out of view of the camera. I would masturbate throughout our discussion.”
“Do you think I didn’t know that? I’m a Sex Therapist. I can recognize an orgasm. You are not very good at hiding when you climax. Would you like to demonstrate what you do to satisfy your urge?”
Oh my God, she wanted me to come right in front of her. I am not at all shy about my sexuality. I’ve been to orgies and sex clubs. I even was the main attraction in a gangbang. But, she is a medical professional, so ...
... it was such a surprise that she wanted to see me massaging myself.
My attire for the day was a navy blue business suit with a white silk blouse. When I dress for the office it is usually the only time I wear panties and a bra. This appointment was after work, so that day was no exception. I looked like the attorney that I am. I didn’t want to dress like the slut I am in my off-hours for this appointment.
I hiked up my skirt, pulled my silk panties to the side, and exposed my very wet pussy. My fingers started to slide up and down as I described the dream from the night before.
“It was so real, just as I’m sitting here now. You and I were talking. I confessed to you how I manipulate myself while I am describing my erotic dreams.” Just as I said that I paused as one finger was starting to press hard on my clitoris. It didn’t take long. My eyes rolled back in my head as I had an orgasm.
“My, you do peak quickly. That only took a minute. Continue telling me about your dream.”
If nothing else, I follow instructions. “In my dream, you were fascinated at the fact that I would hide pleasuring myself from you. You said that honesty was the only way to get to the real reason I have these sensational dreams.”
Again I had to pause. My body started to tremble. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop now or we’ll be here all afternoon.”
She snapped back, “Don’t you dare stop! This is good. You are expressing who you are by living out your fantasy. Go as many times as you want.”
I ...