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Archive-title: Desire
PT 1
As Mike slowly walked down the glistning wet city street
thoughts of his psychiatrist probed his mind. He had been going to the
same psychiatrist for almost a year now and his bimonthly hour
of sexual bliss was about to begin. No, he had never touched her
or had any contact with her of any kind, she was much to cold
for that, but his fantasies were fueled from these sessions.
You might say that Mike was obsessed. She was a cold, cold woman,
who had never shown any signs of emotions towards him, but in
that he did not blame her because sex with clients was strictly
taboo. He could accept that, so she lived only in his
fantasies which were fueled intensly 2 times a month.
He imagined in his head her distincted jawline which
never twiched, nor smiled, and her dark eyes which showed absolutely
no emotion whatsoever. Yes she was very cold, very unobtainable,
and in that she was so beautiful.
As he walked down the wet street, the dampness of the
pavement brought a familiar smell to his nose. He liked the rain.
The sounds of cars splashing down the pavement all greeted his sences
and created the dark mood of gloom that he was in. He seemed to always
be depressed and nothing ever seemed to matter. He stared at his
feet as he approached the large office building, and with a deep
breath pulled the large glass door open and went inside.
Ella looked at her watch and took off her glasses.
It was almost time for her appointment with Mike, and she would
need to prepare. Unknown to him was the fact that the whole
time she had been counseling him, she had found herself becoming
more and more atracted to him. On several occasions she had found
herself getting damp from the smooth sound of his voice and his
smooth looks. In her profession, sex with clients was strictly
forbidden, but as time went on she had found it harder and harder
to supress her emotions. She was finally at that breaking point
and she feared that she had lost control; something that she prided
herself on. As she slowly closed the blinds thoughts of the few times
she had reached out and touched him crossed through her mind. Every
touch she had ever placed had been always met with a think knot
of corded muscle. As she glanced one more time outside at the rain,
a wave of want passed over her. She found herself already getting
wet.
Mike pushed through the glass door that led into Ms.
Sanders office. He walked up to the receptionist and checked in.
He looked down through the glass tabletop that made up the
receptionist’s desk. As always, she was wearing a skimpy skirt
that rode up her legs when she sat. Soft white nylons hugged her
legs and supple white leather pumps adorned her outfit. Mike
wondered to himself about how much she got hit on, but then
decided that she must have liked it because of the suggestive
way she dressed. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.
“Ms. Sanders will be right with you.” She said through
pouty red lips, and gave him another big smile.
Mike said thanks and then sat down and fumbled with a
magazine. He was nervous as hell. He always seemed to be before
his sessions with Ms. Sanders. His heart thumped in his chest and
he waited in anticipation for his time with her.
Suddenly, as he heard the all to familiar clicking of her
heels on the tile, he stood up straight and put his magazine down.
She came around the corner and he immediatly fell in behind her
to follow her back to her office. His sexual bliss was starting
to roll into motion starting with the click of her heels on the
ground. There was just something about the way that sounded.
Mabey it was the fact that that sound reminded him of how good
she looked with heels and the short skirted buisness suits
she always wore. He looked at her soft brown hair and her
supple skin and yearned to touch and feel her. He wanted to
become drunk with her feel and touch her everywhere. He sighed
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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