30 minutes later, she gathered and put on her clothes and walked out the door after saying " see you next week, doctor. " standing there, breathless, and my clothes wrinkled and my hair all over the place. I felt denied. I never expected to come to an orgasm because my job wasn't to have sex with my patients but to talk with them and try to solve some of their problems. But what I've noticed is that most of my patients felt unsatisfied in their sex lives and their communication with their partners. I would listen carefully to what they said as I took well-detailed notes during each session. I could get into serious trouble for this and potentially lose my license, but I guess that was the thrill of it. At this point in my life, I didn't care. I was self-destructive. If I could find a way to suffer, I would take it. I suppose that's why I'm the way I am. A broken soul just wandering through this life. On any given day I had five or more patients that needed a good conversation and someone to worship them in every way.
I tried to gather my composure because feeling so turned on still has a certain effect on me. I could have easily just unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and pleasured myself right there. But suddenly I heard a knock on the door and suddenly without warning, she entered my office. It was my next appointment. She looked so stunning with her brown medium-length hair and her tight blue skinny jeans. She saw me sitting in my chair with my pants unbuttoned. She wasn't shocked but intrigued as she started walking closer and she said: " are you in need of some attention? Doctor".
