Clean mess | Gal Gadot

Chapter 3: In love with a broken heart

Here stands the woman I made out with in my dream. The one that took my breath away. The one that called my pretty and made me fucking lose my mind! Now, she's my new therapist. Cool.

Hello sleepless nights! Hello dirty thoughts!

The funniest thing is I'm not even a lesbian! Why do I like her?

No, I don't like her! She's just a pretty lady, that's all!

I feel my drunk mind coming in. Shit.

"Hello. My name's Gal Gadot. I'm replacing Rose. I'm your new therapist since now" she informs me and puts out her hand

"Hiya! I think I'm Victoria, but I'm not so sure" I shake her hand and since I put my heels back on I almost trip again.

"Careful there" she laughs grabbing my wrist so I don't fall.

We look at each other's eyes at the same time. The time stops, as we stare at each other.

I feel her warm breath. I can smell the red wine, she was drinking earlier.

The tension, oh god. I'm gonna kill myself.

She lets go after a second and I sit down on the big armchair. It's so comfortable. I love it.

"I get the sense you're drunk. Are you?" she asks me, pursing her lips into a small, cheeky smile

"I am. Also, I'm soaking wet, because-"

Why do I want to say "because of you"?

"Because I decided to have a little swim before our session" I add, criss-crossing my legs

I wanted to look confident. I wanted to look my best. Like I'm the bad bitch in this room. Well, I kinda failed. Gal just has this thing. This strange energy. It makes me horny and I feel submissive. Oh, what I'd let this woman do to me.

Victoria, shut the fuck up!

Shit, I'm actually wondering which side I'd be, if I'd be fucking with her. Would I be the top?

That doesn't even seem possible. Can you imagine such a woman like her being a fucking bottom? Nah, not really.

I think being a bottom during a sex with a woman like Gal, would be a dream coming true.

"Is there a certain reason, you decided to get drunk and have a little...swim?" she asks "I read your file. By your permission, you gave Rose on the previous session. So I know about everything" she adds and smiles softly

I love how she looks so tough and confident, but she if you look closer, you feel her sweet soul and pure heart.

"Basicallyyy, my boyfriend made a fucking deal with some other woman. He fake-apologized to me so he could take money I get from my parents every few weeks. He'd give the woman money and get damn drugs in exchange! Dumb dick probably wouldn't even share" I laugh at myself

Nothing really matters at this moment. I can say whatever I want. Do whatever I want. I love being drunk.

"Gosh. How are you so gorgeous?" I sigh in awe and frown, shifting in my armchair a little

"Thank you, pretty" she answers, slightly almost invisibly blushing

Damn. Her calling me "pretty" awakens something in me...or makes me cum, that's another option.

"So can you tell me, why'd you decided to get drunk when you found out about your boyfriend's deal?"

"Because I wouldn't have to think what to do with it!" I laugh "when I'm drunk, I DO NOT think about any shit, which in my opinion is pretty cool. That's also why I went for the swim"