I have agonized over telling this story, it’s an episode in my life I am not particularly proud of. I feel guilty even talking about it. This could cost me my reputation if it were ever discovered.

Anyhow, it was a late Monday afternoon and I only had one more appointment to go, I was exhausted from all the listening and all the talking. I was looking forward to getting home and seeing my wife.

A knock comes to the door and I sigh, I was half hoping they wouldn’t turn up. It was my 4pm appointment.
I open the door and I WAS greeted with the sight of pure perfect ebony beauty. her hair was naturally done although slightly darker. All of a sudden I wasn’t tired anymore.

There was something about those deep dark brown eyes that had me captivated right from the start. I was instantly attracted. She could have made a priest kick a hole in a stained glass window. I kid you not. All the thoughts of professionalism raced through my mind, I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. These sorts of thoughts could end a career.

Anyhow this lady asked me if I could help her with an addiction. It turned out the addiction she wanted help with was an addiction to having sex with authority figures. She couldn’t help herself.

I thought hypnosis would be a perfect treatment for her. We discussed payment, but to tell the truth, I would have paid to just sit and gaze at her.

She lay back on the reclining chair that I use for my hypnotherapy. As she did so her skirt sort of rode up exposing more of her beautiful legs. it could have been very easy to make contact with those moundy region with my fingers in a slit seconds if i wanted to.

Man, I could hardly contain myself, I was a red blooded male faced with this vision of beauty oozing sex appeal.

Anyhow, we decided I would use a form of hypnotherapy called regression. I would regress her back to her last sexual encounter. In doing so I could change the context of the encounter, bringing her forward in time so she could process these events in a completely different way. I wasn't prepared for what came next.

She started moaning softly as she was remembering her last sexual encounter under hypnosis. I was embarrassed that someone else in the office could hear this, and think I was up to no good with a client. Imagine trying to contain yourself while looking at this.

Her moans got louder and louder as she arched her back off the chair. By this time I was sweating, but I knew I had to keep going. By now the top buttons on her blouse had come undone, and I could plainly see the outline of her breasts under her black lacy bra.

To my everlasting shame, I couldn’t resist any longer.

I put my hand out and placed it on her breast, her moaning got louder still until suddenly she opened her eyes and slapped me hard across the face, and then pulled me close to her. You won’t believe what happened next. Let’s just say my face made contact with something warm, wet and messy.Don’t scroll any further if you are easily offended. You have been warned.

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I woke up and found myself face down in my corn meal (Akamu) i was eating. Well, they were warm, wet and messy. Were you expecting something else?

At least you'be given Vaseline crew something to ponder about for the day.

Jayslicky:
At least you'be given Vaseline crew something to ponder about for the day.

lol

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Sugar97:
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