Thread: A Psychiatrist's Hive (with nnaasttey)

When the doctor leaned over to embrace Damien and encourage him to be able to talk to her more comfortably, placing her hand on his knee Damien wanted so badly to just disappear at that moment, things were starting to get to tense for his personal liking. Her breast weren't by any stretch of the imagination hanging out, but when Dr. Singh leaned in, there was this subtle yet distinct gap that revealed itself to Damien between her breast. It formed a perfect pocket of desire for him to gaze upon sinfully as she so unbiasedly encouraged him to speak out, all he could focus on was her cleavege and how wonderful it might feel to be titty-fucking the shit out of that cleavage right now. Her skin was so smooth and the way light hit her beautiful brown skin through the big bay windows in her office made the melanin in her skintone glisten. He was shortly mesmerized, Damien unconsciously licked his lips thinking deviously what else he want to do to those breast, besides fuck them Damien was definitely a breast man, and he loved worshipping beautiful breast. He snapped out of it as he could feel the onstart of an errection beginning, thinking about her cleavage, with her beautifully lithe hand sitting so gently on his knee. Damien was super sensitive, the slightest gesture or touch could arouse him, he started to think distracting thoughts to subdue his growing erection so that he might be able to get back to the story but it was no use. Honestly, the mere thought of talking about such sexual things with such a sexy woman made his imagination run wild. He tried to reposition himself so that his half-chubb boner wasn't protruding too much out his pants. The awkwardness was all over his face, he was sure the doctor knew something was up, but Damien digressed Well Dr. Singh, the dreams I was having were definitely sexual in nature and they were often about my darkest and most secret...Ummm, how do I put this...d-desires. Damien was going to use the work kinks but felt maybe it was a bit unprofessional, he was trying to read the doctor's face but she wasn't really giving off any distinct facial expressions, just the occasional head nod and maybe an mhmm, as an acknowledgment of Damien's thoughts or emotions. It was nerve wrecking for him, but he continued. At first it was little stuff like handcuffs and some light BDSM things that I'd dream about, and she'd hear me talk in my sleep and actually really was turned on by it, she even told me that she wanted me to talk dirtier and more agressively toward her during sex like I did in my dreams I don't know why doc but I have a thing were I really like to degrade and almost humiliate my partners during sex, especially with words, and I figured out that she liked to be degraded in that way too...through my dreams, or rather talking in my sleep about what I was dreaming about. Not to soon after the first time I called her a slut or whore during sex, I was calling her all kinds of degrading things, because I was getting comfortable, ya know... and gotta say, much to my surprise the more the degrading the better Sarah loved it! I was happy I was able to be more of myself for once and so was she. That's when I guess my dreams became more...deviant, I guess you could say. None of this was doing anything to help corral his growing errection which was on the cusp of raging! I started to get more graphic, and darker talking about how I'd be choking her around the neck or have her strapped down to the bed or how she wasn't able to move. That's when Sarah became a little concerned, but surprisingly not because she was afraid or felt uncomfortable about my sexual desires, but mostly because she felt that a lot of my desires were repressed, and she didn't think that was healthy. So she really tried to urge me to be more vocal and communicate these things to her, and she assured me she would keep an open mind and that so far all these dark secrets I was carrying around sexually, were things she was already into, or had a great deal of interest in experimenting with so I felt really good, for a few months at least, but then my sexual appetite started to grow and I wasn't satisfied with all the things we were doing, I needed more