Within An Impasse

Where Ever This Tie Takes Me

Holy SHIT!  I couldn't believe it, my therapist was just a fucked up as me; just in a different way. She comes off as this cool, confident, and in control person, but that's because her pussy is so closed up it needs it's own security code to open it back up. I mean I can understand 1 or 2, but 6 years without being in a relationship, no fuck that 6 years years without FUCKING! My god, compared to her, I'm probably prostitute status, or at least OnlyFans. I've had relationships of all kinds, monogamous and polyamorous. I've had friends with benefits, gone to sex parties and orgys.I have a membership at a BDSM club down town. My sex life may have slowed down the last couple of years because of that shitty boyfriend I was trying to keep, for what reason I don't know, but sex is just...something I couldn't do without; especially not for 6 years. Then to be that single for that long to then masturbate with no orgasms...how the fuck does she live??? She's super pretty girl, like model status..how...why??

It made no sense, the last relationship, she briefly told me about since she was so uncomfortable and wanted to stay professional as she could. The guy tried to suck her money try with all his potential get rich schemes. When she refused to give him any more money, he abused her, cheated on her, then left without a word after one last night of sex. She hadn't heard from since and that was 6 fucking years ago. One last thing she said and told me that this may be the last she allow herself to say about it, was that  she got curious 3 years ago and googled his name. Apparently, he moved to Bora Bora and was pictured on a Facebook page with him and some other chick flashing a huge diamond ring on her finger. She throw up that night and decided she was done forever then. I sat there stunned for 5 minutes straight before Trunchbull came barging in telling me it was time to go back to my room. 

I thought back to the first day I saw her, imagining what it would be like to have her in bed with me. The lacy underwear she was probably wearing since she seemed like such a classy woman. To know that she is so repressed and unable to have an orgasm, really made me sad for her. She deserves to have all the fucking orgasms in the world. She told me about the guy she met at the bar she's going on a date with this weekend, hopefully this guy will knock an orgasm or two out of her. 

The next day me and Frannie sat in our same table. This was really becoming a thing between her and I. I thought of her as a friend mostly, however it's been about two months since I had sex myself so it definitely was starting to get to me. The night before I had a dream about Frannie and I was eating her out.  I could hear her moans above me as clear as a bell. When I woke up my face was smashed in the pillow like I was trying to give it mouth to mouth resuscitation. My roommate laughed at me, but I didn't mind. Actually that might have been a breakthrough for her since she was mute the whole time we were rooming together, so the fact that she laughed seemed nice for her. However I guess I may have been staring at Frannie too long because then she said 

"Do I have food in my teeth?"

"No, why?"

"You keep staring at me."

"How am I staring at you?"

"Like this." She made a face where her eyes were all hooded and low and she had a slight smile on her face.

"Oh...no reason." Normally I don't hesitate to say what's really on my mind, but seeming as Francesca was the only person I talked to here besides my therapist, I don't wanna fuck up something nice while I still have an exact month here left. If things keep going well I should be out of here in no time. I may be into girls, but who's to say Frannie is, she might get offended or some shit. 

"You like me don't you?"

"Of course Frannie, we're friends."

"No I mean you liiiikkeee me. I know that look when I see it. I used to get that look when I look at some one I wanted to fuck their entire brains out of their body."