Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

So close, Emily's intoxicating scent consumed Ellis's senses, as did the feel of her silky skin when he caressed her cheek. No wrinkles, no laughter lines, no signs of the ageing process that had become noticeable in Beth the last year or so and McHugh could just bet that, under her clothing, Emily's tits required no support and her pussy would grip like a vice when he fucked her. Not if, now, but when, and the touch of her hand on his sent an anticipatory jolt of electricity down his spine. The caring, professional Psychiatrist, whose sole purpose was to assist Emily to overcome her trauma. I'm glad, don't ever give up hope, we'll talk about it more next session. After she departed, Dr Ellis McHugh took a five minute break before buzzing his secretary to send in his last patient of the day to jerk off in the bathroom adjacent to his office, moaning the schoolgirl's name as he came. Session 3 McHugh was more pleasantly surprised than disappointed to see Emily appear out of her school uniform, as if she'd read his mind. For since their last session, he'd envisaged how she'd look in a number of outfits, from tight jeans or shorts that clung to her perfect, firm ass, to Victoria's secret lingerie to a formal flowing dress worn to a school dance the common denominator between them all being that every article of clothing would end up on the floor. Either ripped off her ripe, nubile body by Dr Ellis McHugh in a frenzy, or slowly unzipped and unbuttoned, revealing her perfect form an inch at a time. Seated behind the desk, the man bit his lip as spoke about her need to masturbate daily, wondering if she'd ever done that for Trudeau, or how she'd respond if he revealed that she wasn't alone in her constant arousal. That, in spite of that, since they'd last spoken he hadn't attempted to touch Beth, or used the teensweethearts.com site for self-gratification. Those girls were eighteen and legal, and could not hold a candle to the sixteen year old Emily Harris. Each and every time, it had been with images of her in mind, and now she'd provided him another fantasy to stroke himself to. How he'd just love to watch her sitting back on that sofa, sliding her hand between her legs, and touching herself for him. It took all the concentration Ellis could muster to remain professional. Masturbation is normal, Emily, particularly at your age, where you're still learning your body and discovering your sexuality, but to be honest. McHugh chose his words carefully, and shot her a sympathetic smile. Although, with her eyes downcast, he presumed she'd be unable to see it, the Doctor hoped she'd still be able to intuit his care for her predicament. The predicament he shouldn't be glad she'd revealed, but was, easily consoling any remnants of guilt with the fact that if it wasn't to be him, it'd be someone else. At least he could ensure she didn't once again fall under the spell of a real predator. I'm saddened to hear that you're attempting to recreate what you had with Trudeau, and what else you've just told me. Having moved from his seat to approach the teenager, rather than assume a position of authority, McHugh brought his chair with him, and seated himself in front of her, as an equal. With Emily's movements obvious displays of nerves to his trained eye, he patted her gently on the back, squeezed her arm to console, and sat back in his chair. It's true that events like this can result in promiscuous behaviour, but that's dangerous. To simply find someone else to fuck, as you put it, can only result in further shame and regret. However, neither can you deny your needs or ignore the yearning for pleasure that Warren ignited in you because if you continue to fight them, no matter the treatments I recommend, they'll eventually explode. As he attempted to meet the school-girl's eyes and have her gaze hold his, Ellis brushed her arm with his fingertips again, tenderly caressing her skin. To ever properly heal the sex cannot be purely physical because your issues are psychological. Not saying that it needs to be love, but there does need to be some emotional connection with the next man you decide to sleep with, and an understanding from him of the why behind your sexual appetite. One who'll allow you to be yourself without judgement, and that you can talk to about your fears. Allowing his arm to drop, nails scraping lightly against her flesh as it did, he continued If you look hard enough, you might find that person already exists in your life, a friend, acquaintance, a classmate but have never imagined in that light before. - of course, not her Doctor - That's an option you should explore before giving yourself to a stranger and exacerbating the damage Trudeau has already caused.