My anxiety attacks were getting worse. I could barely sleep. All I wanted was someone to confide in, yet I seemed to be pushing away everyone who attempted to get close to me. I decided to seek professional help.
The therapist’s office was plain but comfortable. There were no visual distractions in the room – except for the therapist. She was gorgeous! Dark hair, light eyes and fair skin, my favorite combination. Her severe business suit seemed to enhance her femininity. Her large, beautiful breasts were pressed tightly under her blazer, just screaming to be stared at. She was small framed with sexy curves; not to mention, she had the sexiest British accent ever. It’s a weakness of mine. A beautiful woman with an English accent could probably talk me into doing anything she wanted. Many outlandish thoughts raced through my head as I sat on the couch, watching her take notes.
“So, I read through your file and I have a few questions,” she began. “Where do you think these anxiety attacks come from?”
“It’s stress, I guess,” I replied. “That, and I don’t really talk about my feelings.”
“Have you done any other activities to help express these feelings?” she asked.
“I have been doing some writing lately.”
“That’s great,” she nodded. “What kind of writing?”
“Mostly… erotic stories…” I answered hesitantly, unsure of her reaction.
“That’s very interesting,” she said. “You know, writing erotica can actually help you understand your feelings better, because even if they are based on fictional characters, every character is actually you. Subconsciously, you express your innermost thoughts without even realizing it.”
Her insightful words hit home. I appreciated that she found no shame in it. This made me trust her even more. Once we began to speak in detail about my erotic stories, my session grew very interesting. She had me explain where my inspiration came from. I told her quite a few things I had never revealed to anyone before. Her facial expressions betrayed her excitement when I revealed some naughty secrets. I could tell she wasn’t the type to blush easily, but she was definitely getting turned on; the way she gazed into my eyes and bit her lip gave her feelings away.
“We are going to try something a bit different today,” she said. “I want you to sit up straight, close your eyes, and concentrate on my voice.”
I shut my eyes and listened intently. I got excited when I felt her move to sit next to me.
“I want you to picture that we are on a date,” she said.
I raised my eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. Suddenly, I could feel her hand touching mine.
“Imagine that we are at a romantic place,” she stated calmly.
I trembled a little when she squeezed my fingers. I was already skipping ahead, imagining her naked. She was getting closer. I could feel her soft breath near my face, the intoxicating scent of her perfume overwhelming me.
“In order for you to control your anxiety,” she whispered, “you have to purposefully build tension inside you… then let it all go.”
The tone of her voice was so seductive. I was melting inside as I listened to her every word. Tension was definitely building. My eyes were still closed, my senses heightened. I knew her face was directly in front of me so I leaned in closer. I felt her hover millimeters from my face for a moment. I’m not sure if it was to tease me, or because she was debating whether to go that far. Still, I waited. I opened my mouth slightly, hoping to get contact. Finally, our lips met. The lingering moments were worth the wait. The sensation was overwhelming, as if I’d jumped over a ledge and was now freefalling in the wind. Her kiss made my cheeks flush and my heart flutter.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, our thighs now touching. I kissed her longingly as I ran my hand up her back. She straddled my lap, her plump bosom pressing against mine. She took my hands and pinned them to the couch, making me lie back, then caressed down my arms and squeezed my breasts through my shirt. She leaned in to kiss me. I was lost in the moment, her every move building me up to implode. She kept me from touching her every time I tried. She made sure I knew that she was in control.
She positioned herself between my thighs and spread my legs over the couch, pushing my skirt up to my waist. She grazed her nails over my panties to tease me, then lifted the cloth to the side to bare my flesh. My pussy was soaked. I could see a sheen of wetness over my panties when I looked down. She trailed the tip of her tongue right between my lips, lingering at my overly teased clit a moment, then kissing it.
She pressed her lips to my pussy and began the slowest, most seductive whirl I had ever experienced. I could feel every long, slow lick with such intensity. My impatience set in. I began whimpering and moaning loudly. She was so calm and collected, just taking her time, deliberately licking me to madness. The slow, wet suction of her lips kept me at the very peak of bursting for what seemed like forever. I was shaking so badly from the tension that my abs were burning. I was powerless.
I felt so relieved when she finally started licking me faster, making me gradually ascend to my long-awaited climax. I held my thighs open and gripped tightly at my flesh, shaking and juddering up and down against her face. She grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, keeping my pussy positioned over her mouth. Her searing blue eyes were locked on mine, just watching me lose control. Then I came so hard, I collapsed in a bursting gush of wetness all over her delicate face. My pussy got instantly sensitive. I pulled myself up quickly with my hand gripped tight on my pussy, feeling the throbbing sensation through my fingers.
She stood up and undressed. Although I was still a bit wobbly, I was eager to watch her peel off her tight business suit. She came straight to me and straddled my face. Her sopping wet cunt soaked my lips and chin as soon as she pressed her pussy down on me. I held her ass firmly, sucking her clit steadily. I darted my tongue in and out of her slit, letting her grind on my lips. Her thighs trembled on my cheeks, her hips thrusting, persistently chasing after her climax. I suctioned my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue up and down rapidly until she came powerfully on my face.
She slowly lifted off me and helped me up. My shirt was soaked and my hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. She wiped her juices off my chin and kissed me softly. We smiled at each other warmly while we straightened up and got dressed.
I’m sure in most cases there might have been an awkward silence. But in truth, what happened between my therapist and I was the best remedy I could possibly have had. I walked out of that office feeling like a brand new woman. When I went home that evening I slept all through the night for the first time in months. The experience triggered something inside me. I felt bolder and calmer, ready to take on any challenge that came my way. I wasn’t afraid to lose control any more. I suddenly had a mental boost that countered my panic attacks. Thanks to this wonderful therapist, I haven’t had one since.
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