Naughty Therapist

nym·pho·ma·ni·ac /ˌnimfōˈmānēˌak/
Noun: a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire
Adjective: denoting or characteristic of a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire. "his nymphomaniac lover"

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Jack sat nervously in the plush armchair, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the Persian rug beneath his feet. The faint scent of lavender wafted through the room, mingling with the soft, soothing melody playing in the background. He had been to therapists before, seeking solace for his inner turmoil, but this time was different. He was a young software developer with brown hair, a handsome face, lean body, and dressed in a white dress shirt, green tie, and dark slacks.

Marilyn, an elegant woman with penetrating blue eyes and a warm smile, sat across from him. Her presence exuded an air of empathy and understanding. She had blond hair and an hourglass figure. He immediately liked her. Yet unbeknownst to Jack, she harbored a secret that threatened to unravel the fragile threads of their therapeutic relationship.

Marilyn spent half the session finding out who Jack was and what he thought his problem was. She listened attentively, her gaze unwavering, and offered gentle reassurances that he was not alone in his struggles. Jack found solace in her words; he felt understood like never before.

Little did he know, Marilyn fought an inner battle of her own. Her impulses to connect with her clients on a physical level were sometimes overpowering and threatened to undermine her professionalism. Sometimes she took a long lunch break to lock her door and jill herself to regain control. If you opened the locked drawer where she kept her files, you'd find a pile of sex toys in the back.

When he left the session, Marilyn shook his hand and touched his shoulder, saying, "So I'll see you again next week? Same time?"

"Yes, this time works well for me," Jack replied. He left feeling lighter.

Marilyn closed the door and locked it. She checked her schedule and she didn't have clients for a half-hour. She was turned on from the moment she shook his hand. She got out her pink rabbit vibrator with its clit stimulator. She came three times on it, giving her enough time to straighten her hair and skirt before her next client was due.

The following week, Jack eagerly returned to his session with Marilyn. As he settled into the armchair, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and familiarity in her presence. They continued to discuss his struggles, and he found himself opening up more than ever before. He was also becoming attracted to her. The way her breasts rose and fell as he talked. The way she would look at his lips. The small touches she gave him at the beginning and end of the session.

Marilyn listened attentively, her gaze never faltering, and offered words of encouragement that felt as if they were tailored specifically for him. This time, however, Jack noticed a change in the air between them. There was a subtle tension that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

As the session drew to a close, Marilyn once again shook Jack's hand and touched his shoulder, whispering, "See you next week?"

Jack said, "Definitely." Little did he know that just moments after he left, Marilyn would lock the door to masturbate and speak out his name when she came.