“Evelyn ”, Richard said as he opened the door, I walked from the waiting room to his office. I walked in, instantly facing the walls made of widows, sun was shining through on a cold, winter day. I took off my jacket, laid it on the couch, while I heard Richard close his office door behind me. Before I could turn to take a seat on his leather couch, he pulled me into him, embracing me from behind. He had a bundle of my hair in the grasp of his hands, tugging it, tilting my head slightly back, while he breathed down my neck, and slowly nibbled my shoulder. He then whispered, “ we are going to try something different today.”
He kept one hand interwoven between my red locks tightly, while the other I felt moving under my dress, gliding against my thigh, slowly to its destination. Then two fingers slipped in my thong, and into my wet pussy. I took a huge breath, as I often forget to breathe around him. Richard slowly moved his fingers in and out of my body, every time they entered me, it was faster and harder. I started to moan. “Evelyn , I want to introduce you to exposure therapy. I feel this might help with past traumatic events.” Before I could ask how him fingering me was related to my therapy, he whispered, “Trust me.”