From the author
Over the years of practice in the psychologist's office, I have heard many revelations, confessions, remorse, confessions…
Erotic life stories from my clients sometimes shocked me, sometimes involved, but always…excited.
It cost me a lot of professionalism to sometimes endure home to immerse myself in fantasies, imagining myself in the place of the characters described by my clients.
Sex is still a unique area of human behavior despite all the “sexual revolutions” and the “information age”. Sex is always intimate. And what is not intimate is no longer sex.
This main rule allowed me to learn many secrets and mysteries. The main thing is to listen patiently, because clients always complain at first about some nonsense like “headaches” or “insomnia”, and then tell how they unwittingly witnessed the gang rape of their older sister (as in one of my stories that came out earlier) or how they get off crazy about tall broad-shouldered bossy men in the fitness club. Like in a story about a girl who fell into a manic addiction to a blowjob to unfamiliar males.
Our feelings are not under our control. On the one hand, this is terrible, because I have seen hundreds of suffering housewives broken by guilt for regularly cheating on an unsuspecting deer hubby.
On the other hand, feelings are wonderful. And it is the inability to resist the movement of inexplicable feelings that makes us human.
We enjoy sensuality, like the heroines of my serial stories. We revel in feelings. We live only by them.
Unraveled tangles of contradictions line up more and more lines of “innocent” clients in my office.
The psychologist's office has become a modern "confession room", where tears of remorse are mixed with shocking confessions, creating a catharsis of acceptance of one's own sexuality.
Enjoy reading and see you … in my office …
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