Sex Validation ~ Lucifer

Sexual Validation

On this beautiful sunny Wednesday morning, June 22 at 10:35 a.m. Linda was in her office with Steven, one of her patients, a shy but kind British men trying to deal with his DID and autism who was however sightly forced to leave by another British man with a way more expensive look, her patient, her friend, the devil...

-Shoo, I need a consultation!

-W-What?

-I said, Shoo!

Steven was in such a hurry to leave that he both bumped into the sofa and also slightly crashed into lucifer on his way out, while stuttering three little sorry, one for her because he was leaving, one for the man he bumped into and the last one for the couch... They should probably work on his way of constantly letting himself be walked on when they will see each other again... And she should definitely lock her door when she's in consultation, even if it was only to keep Lucifer out

-Doctor!

-Lucifer, you can't just kick out my patient whenever you want to have a session in advance... At this point Linda wasn't even surprised to see him walk into her office like that

-Yeah, but now, this is urgent.

-Fine, but you really need to stop doing that...

-Of course. He said, sitting and getting comfortable on the therapist couch

-So, what is happening?

-I had that weird dream... Lucifer started talking clearly not caring about what Linda has just said on the 'don't kick out my patient of my office'

-Okay, and what was it about ?

-Well, it was like someone was talking to me, but I couldn't see them.

-What did you see ? Was it just like if you were in the dark or...

-No, I was seeing myself in bed with other people, well making out a bit everywhere actually, something I dream of pretty often but without the- the bloody voice. He said, waving his hands at the doctor as if to vent their frustration at not understanding the basis of their dream.

-That's interesting, could you tell me more about what the voice was saying in your dream ?

-Well, it started like every erotic dream I normally have but then-

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If you stopped acting like a whore, maybe you would feel better. You with your eyeliner so well put on that it makes women jealous and your stupid overpriced suits, you with your hair so always styled that most people you know don't even know what they look like without product in them, you with your daddy, mommy and just general family issues, well "family" there, is a big word to represent the people who chase you from the place you called home, you with your very obvious sex addiction...

You always say you like sex, but do you really or you just think you do? When was the last time you had sex because you wanted to? When was the last time someone asked for your consent before anything? You sleep with them because it's their desire not yours.

Some people call you "Play Boy" while other call you "Slut" and you know they are right because that's what you are, people don't care about what you want and when you're having sex with them I know you're thinking about what it would be like if someone just wanted to spend the night with you watching TV, an evening at the beach, eating breakfast in cozy clothes or just enjoying the time spend with you without anything sexual. The thing you want is for them to like You not only the thing you do, but you don't say anything, and you just give them "the best night of their life even though it was only sex."