“Then force her unto her hands and knees, making her beautiful ass hang high in the air. "I'm going to f*ck you in the ass, you stupid female" . . . and I do declare, and she immediately starts pleading with me not to do it?”
“Well did you do it” the sexologist said behind her desk looking at her very disturb patient.
“Humm . . . No” the young bank teller in his late twenty’s moans out disgusted of telling the young Strawberry blond sexologist with scarlet eyes with a face of an angel but a body of a vamp.
“No, why?” She asked him, while adjusted her white doctor’s overcoat over her light silk blue blouse with the top three buttons unbuttoned to show off a lot of cleavage and some of her Frederick of Hollywood laced blue 38 triple-D bra.
“You see the female I keep dreaming about is my own wife” the man said in a cold sweat of thinking about it once more “every time I would get to that point, I wake up in a cold sweat, like you see me now and see my good wife still a sleep right next to me . . . Am I a sick person Dr. Hawthorne?”
“No, No Mr. Lane, you’re not . . . just you like to fantasy about your wife” Scarlet said with a smile “Just keep that fetish in your dreams and never take them out to hurt anyone, we can cure them . . . next week, the same time OK?”
“Sure, Sure . . . next week Doctor” the man said with a handshake and left to leave the twenty-four-year-old sexologist alone “now to let my fetishes out tonight!”
Fri Dec 18 23:10:19 2009