Mentally Masochist

"I was 15 when it all started.." I said looking up to my therapist "I started seeing myself living in a big house, most of it was covered with glass, very modern looking I must say. Painted in white and gray. I have three cars, all of them are four by four just the way how I wanted. Then there's a guy, he's very tall, skinny and pale. He's Russian but speaks in English, he calls me 'wife'. It's heaven when he calls me that. And every night he makes love to me, very passionate, very intense, very erotic. He enters our suite naked with his lustful eyes. There's hunger when he looks at me. He grabs my head and kiss me. His tounge greedy for my taste. I love it." then I Looked up to my therapist again. "Go on. Tell me more" he says. I swallowed hard and continued "he undresses me, his hands are like performing magic on my clothes. In just one move all of it is gone. He kisses my neck.. grabs my breast then continues down to nipples. Taking them in his mouth, swirling it around.. and his hand travels down to my waist.." then I stopped immediately as I realize I'm near touching my self. "I-I'm sorry Mr. Kahl. That is all I shall say to you for now."