The Couch (Night Cravings II of III)

Upper Eastside New York        
       
As I have lit the last candle, I must reflect and confess        
This evening, strange emotions crept into my mind at best        
Dr. Kay, I do not mean to disturb you this late, I am regressing at best        
Inhale, and exhale, bring your mind down to a place where you feel comfort, an occurrence in your life where it made your heart melt        
Have you been wrting in your journal, your triggers, for this man’s obsession        
       
Yes, Dr. Kay, his words he fingers over my skin feels like warm water, and he pleasures me without question        
My body is his playground and Dr. Kay, he plays the stings of my heart, fill all my holes, he has me screaming, moaning, pleading, I could swear Doc, I even purred        
And this has never occurred        
He leaves me chained to his King size bed, feeding me the streams of himself, his fingers I hungrily dine on        
His tongue zigzagging over my body, then I’m blindfolded, his hands smearing my skin in all flavors of icing and licking it off me slowly, mm… hmm … jabbing his finger in and out my mouth, I’m sucking on his fingers, tasting my creamy dew when mingled,          
my drools the top of my tits lavishing adorn        
I keep falling from debauchery, the obsession of the pleasure found in a tornado of his flurry, an addictive KingDom        
I want you do disconnect from your social crutch, you must find a safe mental passage, or you will lose your identity, in this man’s mere presence, his ideology, your freedom to walk away from this bondage, will never be won        
       
During these sessions should I admit he keeps me wet under his expensive sheets        
That is on the ocean, his private villa, and any hotel suite no matter where, he makes sure I am on his sheets        
Once the door closes, his tie off, his skin my naked skin in haste meet        
His world caviar dreams, yachts docked at marinas, affluent upon the greet        
       
Are these the trinkets that keeps you drawn to this man        
       
No Dr. Kay, it’s his loving, his scent, his aura, the hunger to feel his sweat droplets, merging into my skin the why he makes love to me when he has my back plastered against the wall        
Then when up lifts me over his head, his tongue awaiting when he slowly lowering me to his face for my taste me, teasing into my yoni, wrapping my legs around his neck, hoping I dare not fall        
He balances me as he’s cupping my ass, his beard buried in my trickling sweeten juices, and he still stand so tall        
His scent in the sheet is like a pheromone’s mental infusion, I’m hooked, and when he’s easing it in        
Oh Dr. Kay, I lose control, then he moves inside, my vaginal candy wetting his width for his slips, thrusting dips, and thrashing, unwrapping the pleasure of my lust little by little, oh sweet mercy, he has me feening, begging for more        
I am kryptonite, once I wrapped my legs around his back, his double humping, winding his groin against my pelvis, giving him the moistness of sugary dew, milking his girth, loving the sound when the tightness of my gripping cunt suctions his monstrous release just to hear him grunting as a tiger he roars       
       
Dr. Kay, can I read my journal, you asked me to keep        
For this late hour yes, not to forget the denial of my beauty sleep        
I will be recoding this session        
I hope you are the doctor who can treat this beautiful obsession        
Here is what I have written        
And excuse the words, I’m not smitten, twice, shy or bitten        
       

       
       
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