Warning: this story involves cheating. If that’s not your thing and you are reading it just to tell me how much of a scumbag I am, I am sure there are plenty of other stories to read that will be more satisfying to you. This story also involves some “taboo” sex between a therapist and a client. Yes, I know it’s wrong and illegal. I also realize that if I were reading this, I would probably be the first to call bullshit, because this kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen. I can assure you that it does happen. It’s a memory I’ll carry with me.
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One of the biggest reasons I became a therapist is because the job is never boring. This is a story about one of those times that things became more than just not boring – they became downright exciting. Part of me wishes this had never happened, since I’d be a lot less anxious and guilty, but it wouldn’t be completely honest if I didn’t admit there’s another part of me that thinks about it every single day since and smiles a bit.