As Mike slowly walked down the glistning wet city street
thoughts of his psychiatrist probed his mind. He had been going to the
same psychiatrist for almost a year now and his bimonthly hour
of sexual bliss was about to begin. No, he had never touched her
or had any contact with her of any kind, she was much to cold
for that, but his fantasies were fueled from these sessions.
You might say that Mike was obsessed. She was a cold, cold woman,
who had never shown any signs of emotions towards him, but in
that he did not blame her because sex with clients was strictly
taboo. He could accept that, so she lived only in his
fantasies which were fueled intensly 2 times a month.
He imagined in his head her distincted jawline which
never twiched, nor smiled, and her dark eyes which showed absolutely
…End of the part1. To be continued..