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Originally Posted by Not_Judy
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Originally Posted by OnerDriver
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Originally Posted by Not_Judy
The Therapist Story:
At one point in my life I went through some pretty horrific life changing experiences. Rather than focus on what put me in therapy, I'll focus on the the therapist.
I go to my first session and I notice instantly that the counselor is attracted to me. I read people instantly, comes from being in sales and sales management most of my adult life. She giving all the tale-tale signs, can't get comfortable in her seat, over eye-contact, lips - licking them, biting them, touching them etc. and also doing everything she can not to project that she is attracted. We have our first session, I'm crying, she cries, offers advice for different perspective and whatnot as counselors do but at one point she reaches over and touches my leg. It did not go unnoticed on my end.
I have 5 more sessions with her. We become very comfortable with each other during the sessions and get to a place where we are laughing and smiling as I am working through my issues and our discussions. One evening I get a phone call from a cell phone number that wasn't stored as a contact in my phone and it was her calling from her personal cell phone. She informed me that she no longer worked for the group and she was calling her patients to inform them of the changes. She kept everything very professional stating no real reason as to why she was leaving but she did inform me that the office would be calling to make arrangements to set me up with another counselor. I honestly felt that mentally I was in a much better place and had been considering ending my counseling. I explained this to her and she agreed, she felt that I potentially needed to discuss a few more topics concerning my relationships with women as this was one of the issues I was having at the time and offered to meet with me one on one privately at no charge. I agreed.
The first private session took place at my home. She arrived and was dressed a little less formal that she did at her office but still very nice. I mentioned to her that it was nice to see her a little more comfortable in how she was dressed and she replied with it was nice to be a little less formal with meeting and having a low key session. She also made a comment that I instantly picked up on about being comfortable around me in general.
As we discussed my issues with relationships that I had she does the therapist thing and tells me that it stems from issues with my mother, blah, blah, blah...but as we continued and I started being a little more open about my dating habits I noticed her body language changed; she was intrigued.
The next session took place at my home as well. This time she showed up with her hair up, her glasses on, a form-fitting blue button down shirt (exposing cleavage) and a short black mini-skirt with high-heels. I had never seen her dress like this before. She explained that this would be our last private session and that she just wanted to talk and feel me out. Not real topics of conversation, she wasn't trying to dig deep into my psyche or any of the rest of it. I offered her a drink, she accepted and we sat in my living room had a few drinks, smoked a few cigarettes....at the time I smoked weed, she knew this and allowed me to smoke a bowl in front of her. We actually had a good time together. Without going into details and making this sound anymore like penthouse forums that it already has, lets just say the evening ending very well and we both learned a lot about each other.
That was 2013, I haven't seen her in 2 years but she still reaches out on occasion. in fact, she's the one that called this past weekend. She is still single and trying to find a man but keeps me posted on her dating experiences and wants to come see me for a random hook-up but I decline due to the girlfriend.
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I also picked up a chick on my second or third visit to the therapists office. I was sitting in the waiting room when she came in and was checking in when I noticed her pull her pants up and was mesmerized at her assets.
After she checked in she went outside to smoke and I joined her. Struck up a conversation with her and she was at my house that night. This chick was Cuh-Ray-Zee!!! Of course the sex was nothing short of some porno type shit. We got together a few times over about a month's time span until I finally couldn't take her crazy ads anymore and stopped responding to her texts. |
What's porno type shit sex?