This story deals with the hidden or dark side of human nature---it's like nothing I've ever written before. Any feedback on this work, and on all my other works as well, is appreciated greatly. Thank you all for supporting my stories as you have. "So, Lily," my therapist Patrick said, rifling through his notes gently, "you are continuing to suffer the me...
Tiffany's therapy surprise In Tiffany's previous story about the Practice, her parents convinced her to have counselling after discovering her new obsession with much older men. Doctor Love identified flirting and teasing men was her way of dealing with the memories of a painful first sexual experience. Tiffany's treatment continues but she uncovers a dif...
I open my eyes as I glance around the recovery room, trying to comprehend just what has happened to me. I am lying upon a stretcher with cold cereal placed in front of me. After consuming the cereal, I call for the nurse and eventually a nurse arrives and asks, "Can I help you?" I ask her, "What has happened to me?" She quickly glances through my medical r...
Dr. Tyrolea Kasparian "Hedy" Hedwig smiled at Stanislaus Smutts encouragingly. Here in the therapist's office, Hedy was still professional and fully dressed. Thick auburn hair tied back primly in a bun, knee length skirt and heels, and Hedy had been the best kind of shrink you can be. Hedy had a curious job as a counselor, to ease hopeful but hesitating me...
As I knocked on the door of a building in the refurbished warehouse district of the town, wracked with uncertainty, my mind replayed the circumstances that had brought me to this. I am a 35-year old Professor at a middle-level women's college in a small city in the north-east. The students are the kind that didn't make it to their top Ivy choices and ended...
I was in Louise's office for my bi-weekly therapy session. I'd been seeing her for a year, was $10,000 poorer, and not sure my self-inflicted problems were getting any better. Therapy guilt was growing. You know, the guilt that says you are an affluent, well educated woman who should be doing something more important with your time and money than talking to...
For the first few weeks at home and in her counseling sessions, Sue continued to play the aggrieved wife to the hilt. It is what she had done all her life. It covered up so many things so well. The problem was that her individual therapist was not a push over. The song that Sue was singing started to get old very quickly. She was confronted on her behavior,...
Your forbidden hopes and dreams of making love to your mother are finally brought out from the darkness and shame. From shock to breathtaking awe, you are flung deep into the sacred corners of your heart and mind, coming face to face with the myriad of salacious passions for your gorgeous, buxom mother. Forced to face these sinful desires, your mother resi...
"You can masturbate all you want but it won't prepare you for sex!" Never let it be said that lawyers don't have a way with words. This particular pearl of wisdom was being proffered by Ron Parker, tax evasion specialist, self-proclaimed gym rat and lover of rock ballads. He was a good enough guy, easy to get along with and over time had more than made up f...
Dr Jessica Walton floated into the conference room like a fragrance to join Moriarty and the three nurses around the table. A petite woman in her late thirties, she dressed like a senior executive, exuding an air of calm corporate efficiency. "Good morning ladies," she chirped, gliding into her seat. "I thought I should introduce myself before my first ses...