I handed her the letter.
Dear Dr. Bennet,
I wrote this to fulfill my weekly tasks
because I missed many appointments. As you said, I’m just exorcizing myself
from my past, letting all the poisonous juices of my memories run out of my
system. It’s a long-term detox regime. A soul detox. Like those bullshit
all-liquid diets that become popular in California and doctors find later that
they’re all full of shit. Like that, but for my soul.
In that way, my ghosts won’t be able to
haunt me. And I will be free of all my baggage too---or so I hope.
-Emma
P.S.: I know that missing appointments
is not good for progress. I just have a hard time talking about these topics in
general. You’ve got to admit it’s embarrassing. That’s why I decided to write
it out and hand it to you. Thanks for being such a patient counselor.
July 15, 2011
He grabbed my face and ran his fingers
across my cheeks. He then moved his face closer to mine, and we locked lips. A
shock wave of pleasure ran down my spine, and I pressed my lips harder against
his. I could taste the wine he had been drinking earlier, dry Porto, and his
taste mixed with the lingering aroma of sweet sangria in my mouth. I haven’t
been kissed in a long time, and my body had forgotten how pleasurable it was to
feel the breath of an attractive stranger.
‘Have you had any penetration at all in the
past few years? I don’t mean to be rude and I don’t want to imply anything, but
have you used any dildos or vibrators at all? I need to know so that I can be
gentle with you’
‘No, I have just been using my fingers and
a small pill vibrator’
‘Then fingers it is’ he said, as he slowly
rubbed his hand up my thigh, and let it rest there for some seconds.
I could feel the warmth building inside me,
tingling between my legs. I pressed my lips harder against his, and he ran his
hands again along with my legs, teasing me slowly. He then opened my legs and
started reaching for the button of my jean shorts. I was running my fingers
frantically across his head, feeling the silkiness of his hair. When the button
popped open and I heard him undo my zipper, I quivered briefly in excitement.
He then started caressing the few hair strands left after my bikini wax, slowly
reaching downwards as the warmth kept building. Right when I thought that his
fingers were going to reach for my lips, he moved them up again my thigh and
touched my knee.
I started laughing. ‘You’re really teasing
me’
‘We’re just having fun. It’s all about
building excitement’. He then removed his shirt. ‘And
I’m really enjoying watching your face as I play with you’
He then pressed his lips hard against mine
and reached again between my legs, finally caressing my outer labia, and
rubbing close to my clitoris. I smiled in anticipation because his fingers had
been close to touching it.
‘You’re already wet. That doesn’t mean I’ll
stop torturing you’
As he slid his fingers back and forth
around along my labia, I felt another wave of warmth and pressure building
inside me.
‘This is sweet torture. I like this kind of
torture’
He finally rubbed his fingers lightly on
top of my clitoris, and locked eyes with me to watch my reaction. I could feel
my clitoris being erect and tender, and warm and sensitive. I smiled, which
prompted him to start rubbing me faster. First in diagonal motions, and then
drawing circles around my tip. The warmth and the freshness of my own juices
bathed me, and I felt the first shiver run down my spine. My mouth ran dry, and
my back arched, and I smiled in sweet agony. Writhing with pleasure. He picked
up the pace, moving his fingers swiftly up and down, and then around my magic
button, as he slowly started removing my shorts. Soon my bottom half was naked,
while the rest of me was melting around his hand. My hips were now dancing with
his hand, and shivers were exploding down my spine faster. I couldn’t help the
moans that were accompanying the increasing speed of his motion, and as I
arched my back once again, I caught a glimpse of his lips curving into a smile.
He stopped and smiled warmly at me.
‘Are you not going to take off your shirt
so that I can have fun too? How selfish of you’, he said while smiling
mischievously.
I reacted swiftly by removing my shirt, and
just then I noticed I was covered in sweat already.
‘Nice bra. Lacy. You really did come
prepared’
‘I’m glad you appreciate the effort’
‘Of course, I do!’, and he slid his hand
inside my left cup, warmth enclosing my breast.
He then pinched my nipple and proceeded to
remove my bra. He reached for my breast with his mouth and started sucking my
nipple. I resumed running my fingers across his hair, and his left hand started
running down south again. The sensory overload of having both my breasts
fondled and my clitoris being played with started being overwhelming. My back
arched again, and he began kissing his way from my breasts to my belly button.
Kissing my cheeks, sucking my neck, kissing my clavicle bones, fondling my breasts,
and finally resting his head on my belly button. He then planted a tender kiss
in my lower belly before sinking his head between my legs. I then felt the
warmth build up again and explode when I felt his tongue playing dangerously
close to my clitoris. The tingling and the warmth intensified as he started
sucking my tip, and his index finger slowly started finding its way inside me.
My hips started flexing frantically again, as he intensified the thrusting with
his finger, and as he increased the pace of his tongue. The pleasure was so
intense that I stopped running my fingers across his hair, and now I was
grabbing the sheets and pulling them while more moans came out of my mouth. My
mouth was dry, the tingles running down my spine started becoming unbearable,
and I felt I was going to explode from all the sensations I was experiencing,
so I started begging him to stop. He stopped sucking me with his mouth, made
eye contact with me, and smiled. I then felt how his hands reached again for my
clitoris and the rubbing began again frantically, and my body stopped
responding to me again.
‘Do you want me to go faster?’
I wanted to reply, but words didn’t form in
my mouth. All that came out my mouth was moans. My body kept arching
uncontrollably. He was smiling at me.
‘I guess you’re ready then. It’s been
thirty minutes. And I’m already very hard’, he said as he removed his pants.
It took me some time to get up since my
body had been overwhelmed with pleasure.
‘Yeah. I have condoms in my bag’, I managed
to say
‘Oh, you came prepared with that too. Don’t
worry, I have condoms with me too’.
‘That was really amazing by the way. You
have fast fingers’
He grinned. ‘We all have fast fingers in
this age of cell phones. I also need fast fingers for my job. Plus, we went at
it for half an hour’, he said as he laid on his back, allowing me to see his
erection.
‘Does this mean that I’m going on top?’, I
asked
‘Well, you haven’t had penetration in a
long time, so I think this would be more comfortable for you. Unless you have a
preferred position or a position that you want to try’.
I had explained to him earlier that I was
sexually inexperienced, and my few times having sex had been uncomfortable.
‘Could we try doggy style? Though I guess I
could return the favor first’, I said mischievously, before I started kneeling
to get closer to his erection. I smiled, locked eyes with him, and slowly
licked the shaft of his penis.
‘Oh, you're naughty. I wasn't expecting you
to give me a blowjob right away. Won't complain though’, he said with a grin.
It had been a while since I had a guy's
member inside my mouth. Which was a pity, since I enjoyed giving head. Most
women gagged at the mere thought of pressing their lips around a guy’s erection
and would only agree on doing it whenever their boyfriends pressured them to do
so. Which was an asshole move from their boyfriends, and which was also a shame
since blowjobs could be enjoyable for the girl too? They weren't a submissive
move for me; they were a power move. Guys had to completely put their trust on
me before allowing me to put my teeth so close to their masculinity, they had
to trust that I was only going to caress them and make the best effort to
provide them with pleasure.
“Can you please pass me my purse?”
“Your purse?”
“Yes, I brought strawberry-flavored lube
with me! I was just trying to spice things up”
“Strawberry-flavored lube?”
“What’s the problem with it? It makes
things more enjoyable for me. Thus, it makes things more enjoyable for you. You
shouldn’t complain about it”.
He passed me my purse, which I opened. It
had some of the sex toys that I had purchased in a drunken haze. I reached for
the slim, black box containing the strawberry lube, opened it, and poured some
of it on my hands, and proceeded to spread it on his erection. I then kneeled
between his legs and licked the shaft of his penis first. The lube tasted like
candy. Like strawberry-flavored cotton candy. His dick was a sweet lollipop
throbbing inside my mouth.
I started sucking at first, pacing my
breath to create a rhythm. One, two, three, four, and deeper. One, two, three,
four, and deeper. I started with sets of four and started escalating until I
reached sets of thirty. My jaw was starting to get tired, so I transitioned to
using my hands briefly.
‘I haven't given blow jobs in a while
either, so I get tired easily. I probably suck at this as you can tell. No pun
intended’
He just smiled. ‘I mean, you're trying, and
I wasn't expecting this. Do you want me to do doggy style now? I'll let you
decide since you're the one who is less experienced, and I get off watching you
enjoy”.
‘No let me keep doing this for a while
since I enjoy this, and then we can transition,"”,
I said as I teased the tip of his penis with my tongue and proceeded to lick it
around the head.
I then looked up at him and made eye
contact. He was biting his lip. I then focused my attention on making a
repetition of patterns. One, two, three, four, and deeper. One, two, three,
four, and deeper. The strawberry-lubed certainly made the whole endeavor more
enjoyable.
After a while, he shifted to his side, and
we shifted positions together. He then extended his arm to reach between my
legs, touching close to my clitoris. I was so aroused already that I could feel
his fingers slide easily over my wetness. He then started to rub me faster, and
it became hard to concentrate on the strawberry-flavored lube and on the
sucking pattern that had allowed me to create a rhythm. His finger movements
became faster and more rhythmic, and I felt the tingles building up again.
“If you’re going to keep teasing me like
this, we might as well just start using the condoms now”
He smiled a broken smile, and reached for a
condom packet, which he opened, and then proceeded to put a condom on his
erection.
“Sit on me”
“Sit on you? Why are you giving me orders?”
“It would be easier for you since you can
control how fast you take me in, and then we can switch to doggy style”
Reluctantly, I did as he had asked because
it somehow made sense. Only because of that. I had read in a magazine that
‘cowgirl’ position eased penetration for girls, so maybe he had a point.
I positioned myself on top of him, and
slowly guided his erection inside of me. My body welcomed the fullness, and I
started rocking my hips back and forth. The swaying movement made his penis
touch the front wall of my insides, sending a swirling and warm sensation that
mixed with the light pleasure that was coming from outside of me. I then
noticed that he had resumed rubbing me while I rocked on top of him, and he
then reached for my nipples and pinched them. The overload of sensations
started building in the back of my neck, and slowly started traveling down my
spine. I could feel the blood rushing to my pubic area, and my tingles around
his hand joining the shivers running down my spine. I leaned my head back as I
lost control of my hips, which were rocking back and forth frantically, in a
sweet frenzy exacerbated by the pleasure of feeling his erection touch a spot
of tenderness inside me.
I could feel the sweat running down my
chest. My hips were still rocking frantically, and I had to switch my weight
onto my arms because my body was getting tired of the swaying motion. He then
incorporated and helped me turn around.
His arms were strong, and I felt light when
being handled by him. Light and feminine. And desirable. I was now facing the
bed, and he was behind me, touching my back and fondling my breasts. He planted
a kiss on the small of my back and then proceeded to play with my clitoris once
more. He started making circles around my vagina with his fingers, and there
was no doubt I was wet and ready for him.
Soon, he was inside me, hitting against my
pleasure spot. The previous feeling of fullness and satisfaction and tenderness
and swirling shivers running over me and originating from many places started
invading me once again.
He started slowly, and when I least
expected it, the movements became faster. I buried my head on the bed, pulling
at the sheets as the waves of pleasure traveled through me. The faster his body
danced, the more my body craved the movement. The faster my body expected the
pleasure to come. I kept moving my head and trying to muffle my moans on the
bed sheets. I kept tugging at the bed sheets because I felt my body was going
to explode with each thrust.
Soon, I was moaning in harmony with his
rhythm. We were both the same lust-driven beast, riding the horizons of
pleasure, and I kept writhing and moaning, and deeply aware that I had been
kept away from exploring these hidden pleasure havens inside my body for three
years.
“Do you like to have your hair pulled?”,
he asked between breaths
“Yes,"”,
I managed to reply between moans
I haven’t even finished my reply when I
felt his stronghold arching my head back. Forcing my head back. The rawness of
having my neck arched and my body positioned in place made the fact that I was
being taken more real. An attractive man found me desirable, and his lust had
driven him to take me. He was taking me. And we were lust driven, and his
strong arm was pulling my head and was sending shivers down my spine. It was
all raw, and fast, and real. It was the same chilling sensation that you get
when you feel the strong gaze of someone standing right behind you, but warm. A
warm, embracing gaze, and the awareness of the strength of the man driven by
lust hitting against the tenderness of my insides. My body was moaning harder. I was moaning harder and louder, but I
had no control over it. The swift clitoral orgasms were dancing together with
the deep vaginal orgasms, as I was swaying back and forth with his hips. We
were dancing together frantically; I was moaning, and he was grunting, and both
our breaths were coordinated and rhythmic and heavy.
If
at the beginning of the night I was worried that my moans were going to be heard
by the guests in the contiguous rooms, I no longer cared. I could no longer
care. I was no longer in control of my body. Pleasure had taken control of my
body. Pleasure had taken ahold of me.
Pleasure had taken control of us. Lust was driving us. And there was
no way I could make my moaning stop.
“I’m going to come soon,"”,
he said, panting.
“Ok.”
He kept thrusting frantically, and once
again, I felt my body was going to explode. I started doubting this amount of
pleasure could be manageable. It wasn’t manageable. That’s why my body was
releasing the sensation with my moans. It was warm and tingly and shivers and
deepness and fullness and rawness and tenderness all at the same time.
Soon, it was over.
I felt him let go of his grip, and I felt
my body resume to its usual emptiness, and then I felt light headed again. I
felt airy and light. He grabbed me by the waist, pulled me closer and planted a
kiss on my neck.
I was too tired to react.
He then proceeded to remove his condom and
headed to the bathroom while I looked around the room for a glass of water.
There was a crystal pitcher with cold water and some glasses next to the
microwave in the suite. I drank the first gulps frantically because my mouth was
dry and my head was still dizzy.
“Do you want some water?”,
I managed to ask.
“Yes, please,"”,
he said as he turned off the bathroom lights and headed towards the bed,
curling next to me.
I handed him a glass full of water as I
moved closer to him on the bed, and he shifted to allow me to put my head on
his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. Still beating fast after our previous
adventure but starting to become a strong and steady beat. I relished the
warmth of his embrace.
More than the rawness of the sex, I craved
the sudden bliss of the afterglow. The exhilarating rush of the comfort of
feeling safe and warm next to a person you had just shared your nakedness with.
A person with whom you had just shared a moment of playfulness and pleasure. I
repositioned myself to be more comfortable on top of his shoulder, and squeezed
his arm, tracing his bicep.
He grabbed me closer and placed a tender
kiss on my forehead. We spent some minutes like that, embraced in silence, and
enjoying the bliss.
“So, what do you think of the sex?”
“I think it was good.”
“You think?”
“I think.
I don’t know! Don’t make fun of me for giving you feedback! Now, go to bed
because I need to sleep. Unless you want me to leave you alone and go and take
an Uber and curl up in my room.”
“You have to admit that I have a killer
room. Nice, orthopedic king bed. Lush bedsheets. If you leave it’s your loss.”
“Oh, shut up. Good night!"!”,
I said as I pulled the blanket around me and he shifted to spoon with me
“Goodnight.”.
Dr. Bennet folded the sheets of paper and
placed them on the glass table in front of her. She then looked at me.
“This is very...… detailed,
Emma. You should consider writing erotica.”
I laughed, “who would want to read things
written by a crass woman like me, Dr. Bennet?”
“You’d be surprised,"”,
she smiled and grabbed her notepad.
“It seems that you had a good time. You
didn’t have any flashbacks like other times. Please tell me more about it.” “
“I don’t know. He was nice. We talked. He...… he
made me feel comfortable, I guess. I felt safe”
I paused to ruminate over those words. I
haven’t been feeling safe in a long time. After my parents died, and the
accident, and the...... I haven’t felt
safe in a long time. I couldn’t bring myself to trust people. It even took me a
long time to trust in Dr. Bennet, even though I knew she was my therapist and I
was paying her to help me.
“I think that’s the key word here,"”,
I added. “I felt safe around him. And I haven’t felt safe in a long time.”
“That’s a good way to put it. What do you
think makes you feel safe about him?”
“I don’t know. He asks a lot of questions
and I have the feeling that I can ask him to stop at any time”
“And that’s really important for you.” “
“Yeah, I think I never had that before,"”,
I moved uncomfortably in my chair, “most men are just full of crap”
She smiled a soft smile, “Not all men are
the same, we’ve talked about this. But it’s good that you found him then.
Especially if you feel safe around him. What I’m worried about is that at the
beginning you said you wanted something more meaningful. Like a relationship.
But all of what you’ve told me about this guy so far is just sex.”
I sighed, clasped my hands together and
placed them on my lap before replying.
“But what’s really in a soulmate? Are you
actually fated to only experience profound love for one person in your entire
life? The feelings that you experience for different people are certainly
different. The dynamics of the interactions vary vastly. But at the end of the
day, we are the sole decision makers of whom we decide to care for, and the
depth of that care is what determines who we love. We certainly regret not
loving certain people as deeply, and we go through our lives wondering if we
should have held onto a person that we let slip due to petty disagreements and
life circumstances.”
“Yet we all crave support and feeling that
someone cares about us and that we're seen for who we are,"”,
replied Dr. Bennet. “I’m not criticizing you in any way. In fact, I’m proud of
you for the progress you’ve had so far and for being able to enjoy sex again.
I’m just trying to bring to focus that we’re straying from the path to meet the
goals you had stated at the beginning of your therapy sessions with me. You did
have sex as a goal with your previous therapist, but I’m here to help you with
your emotions.” “
“I do crave to be seen and to be heard and
to feel that someone truly cares about my day-to-day...… but
it’s hard ,"“,
I grabbed a tissue from the tissue box that was lying on a table close to me.
“It’s hard to date with a mental illness. I can’t go into a date and be super
straightforward and say ‘you know, I’m broken, I’m crazy, and I want you to
accept me fully with my bouts of depression and my flashbacks and my occasional
delusions‘. It’s bound to scare people away.”
“First of all, you’re not “broken,"”,
or “insane” or “crazy”. We’ve discussed that those words are offensive and
dismiss and disrespect people with mental illnesses. And yes, it can be a
challenge to go out and date a neurotypical, especially if you are tempted to
say in the first date that...… you have special
emotional needs,"”, she placed her
notepad down once again, “but it’s possible. Some of my other patients have had
success stories. You just have to keep trying. There are dating sites for
people with mental illness. We’ve talked about No Longer Lonely.”
“And I will try No Longer Lonely once I give up on dating someone in a regular way.”
“I just think that dating other people with
similar experiences and exposure to these problems might be easier.”
“Isn’t love a form of mental illness anyway?
People love others despite it going against their best interests. People love
others even when they’re not reciprocated and lose fortunes trying to secure
feelings or a failing relationship. People do experience delusions thinking
someone else likes them and go in bouts of jealousy. People kill others or kill
themselves in the name of love and it’s all supposed to be romantic and epic
and oh so perfect. But can’t these things be labeled as crazy too? So, isn’t
love a form of mental illness?”
Dr. Bennet smiled. “Freud did call love the
psychosis of the normal. And many people can react in imbalanced ways of being
rejected or not appreciated. But to call love a mental illness is to trivialize
a fundamental human need.”
She looked at me in the eyes and we
remained in silence for some minutes. I studied her grey hairs and the lines
around her eyes and how some creases formed around her mouth. Her hair was
knotted in a loose bun atop her head, which gave her an elegant demure, but was
unusual in her because she always let her hair down, flaunting her mermaid
waves.
“Have you ever loved, Dr. Bennet?”
The question may have taken her by
surprise, for she looked at me for some minutes, puzzled.
Despite having seen many counselors and
psychiatrists all my life, I seldom asked them personal questions. Some of them
politely declined or changed the topic, so I wasn’t expecting Dr. Bennet to
address my question. I had blurted my thoughts out of sheer curiosity.
Dr. Bennet smiles warmly at me.
“I have. I loved my parents, of course, as
I was growing up. I loved some friends. And naturally, I still love some of my
friends. I got married to a man I loved for many years, but things didn’t work
out in the end and we divorced. I don’t judge myself for it. Why would I? Life
is not a fairytale. And it...… it has taken me,
or it took me some time, to balance everything out once again. But here I am.
And of course, I love my children. They can be stubborn and they can take
decisions I don’t completely support, but I love them”
“So even you have struggled for love.”
“Of course I have. We all do. Nobody said
it’s perfect. I think the difference lies in how you deal with the setbacks.
Because there are going to be setbacks, dear. It’s normal to experience them.
You just need to deal with them in healthy ways. And ask for help and guidance
when you need it. That’s why we’re here. There's therapy for therapists, you
know? So we all need extra support from time to time. It’s just...… normal”
I looked at the lamp standing behind the
tissue box and focused my attention on the tissue box once again, wondering if
I needed to reach out for more. But the tissue in my hand was still crisp and
serene, as was I.
“So, I think it’s been more than an hour.
Would you like to set up goals for our next meeting? Or maybe you want to
discuss a different meeting schedule since you’ve had had trouble
keeping up with the schedule that you had set before? I like that you’re
writing down details of what you’ve been going through. I think we can incorporate
that into our sessions if you like that….”
It was raining outside, and droplets of
rain smashed their heads against the glass window.
Dr. Bennet showed me her computer screen,
which was displaying her calendar for the upcoming month and she pointed at the
empty time slots. I picked Mondays at 3 pm and Thursdays at 5 pm.
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