Chapter 32 The Therapist 1

• " For a start. Why don't we talk about how you're feeling right now, Mr. Osborne." Paula said as she stared at me.
• I stayed calm in my seat, back pressed against the couch as I watched her. Paula was my therapist. I've been having sessions with her for nearly two months now, and fuck me, she's gorgeous as hell. With her sexy blue 'fuck me' eyes and tempting full lips that was always painted red. I stared at her beautiful oval shaped face and down to her white dress shirt that clung to her body, giving me a perfect view of her full breasts. I imagined what her tits looked like and how they would feel against my hands. She wore black tight skirt that was pretty long. Paula had her legs crossed in front of me as she stared at me patiently.
• As much as I make my therapist uncomfortable sometimes, I think she was attracted to me. The few sessions we've had these past months are mostly about her. I barely talked about myself. And why was I seeing a therapist in the first place? It's because of sex addiction. I was addicted to sex. I couldn't help myself. Some experts said wanting a lot of sex doesn't mean it's an addiction, but some people are always ready to argue, saying that wanting too much sex is an addiction. At this point, I didn't know if it's an addiction or not. But I was sure about one thing, this whole sex addiction is messing with me. It's fucking with me.