You didn’t expect to see your therapist sitting on your back deck when you got home.“Oh!
You didn’t expect to see your therapist sitting on your back deck when you got home.“Oh! Hi Doctor Rosenberg. Uhh. Why are you here? And… nice dress? …”You try your hardest not to stare at her erect nipples, to little avail.“I thought we would try a session in a more natural setting, so you could be more relaxed. You build up so much tension throughout the day, and you said yourself that your anxiety has been awful. So I thought I would make a house call…“I can see your tension melting away already. Just look at anything you find easy to look at, and take a nice, deep breath, you’re doing so well… just… like… that…”Your eyes lock on to her breasts, and you can feel your abdomen unclench, and your jaw unclench, and your mind relaxes. Familiar waves of calm start to overtake you, and you are allowed to remember all the hours you’ve spent staring into her magnificent, mesmerizing breasts in the months prior… -- source link