[Thank you to all the people who've given comments or votes or written me. I enjoy hearing from you. Thank you also to estragon for copyediting -Tricia] Session VIII: A New Week The Therapy App left me alone on Saturday, which I was partly happy about because I had to deal with the normal family stuff. But it also frustrated me because I was already needi...
Before I start this let me explain something: I love men!! I like the feel of their cock pushing and pulling inside my pussy as we fuck but, a few months ago, I met a woman who, when she touched me, filled me with lust. Just the feel of her fingers trailing up my leg made me want to grab her and kiss her (or more?). I have NEVER felt this way about a woman b...
[My thanks to estragon for his editing of my tangled prose. Postings will slow down now, I'm afraid. I caught up with what I had written before I started posting. And life has gotten busy. So, please be patient with me, dear readers. One more is almost ready, then, I don't know how long it'll be. This is a little mellower than the previous chapters. I hop...
After my first session with Ron, it was time to meet with his wife, Ellen. Ellen was a few years older than Ron but you wouldn't have known it. She took great care of herself. Even after two children, she was in good physical condition (though she thought of herself as unattractive). She was blonde like her husband, with soulful, dark eyes. She came from a...
[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-) -Tricia] Session XI: Caught in a Web I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibrati...
Many days have gone by from when I was younger woman in my second year of college with no cares in the world. Married now with two kids, I do what everyone expects of me, I go to therapy once a week. I don't want to tell my secrets but "good" society dictates that one cannot just keep going with all of their anxiety rolled up behind them like a tote bag. I...
I was 22 years old, a student in the university. I had just finished finals and needed a break. I decided that I would go out to my favourite gay club. It was early in the evening and there was not much going on, so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. About ten minutes later a woman sat next to me. She was probably about 40, long black hair, about 5'8",...
Stephanie: the Fourth Session Aftermath I've put this episode in the LESBIAN section, firstly because it deals only with lesbian sex, ie. there are no men in it, and secondly I'd love for it to be read (and enjoyed) by lesbians. BUT!!! Note: there are references to 'buggery' and 'spunk' in it (it is part of a series in the ANAL section). So please avoid i...
I walked into her office as I had every Thursday afternoon for the last few months. She greeted me with a smile, as I sat on her leather couch. I sank into it, while she continued to write things in files. I glanced around her office, noticing the art on the wall, as usual. I wondered to myself, is that what I think it is? It seemed to be of two women dancin...
I'm a cook. I love my job. The heat, the pace, the pressure - all in a good day's work. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know how it can be. Tempers run high, but at the end of the day, all is forgotten. At my particular restaurant (and I'm sure many others), closing is left up to one or two servers and a cook. Those nights are often slow, and aff...