Stackeydreams
Dream Weaver
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*Character description*
Sara Smith
22 years old; 5ft 5; average, toned shape; B cup, perky breasts; naturally red, longish, straight hair; green eyes; light complection, but not too pale; wears glasses; only child; full time college student far from home; senior year, working on BS degree in music; quiet and shy
Story begins....
Sara sighed heavily as she placed her flute back in its velvet lined case. She had just finished practicing her recitation for the third time that morning, taking advantage of her alone time. Her college apartment roommates, Amber and Nicole had left together at 7:30 for morning classes. Sara didn't have classes on Fridays this semester. She looked at the clock, 9:22, and sighed heavily again.
'Uuggh," she said outloud to herself, before continuing in her head.
'So not looking forward to this appointment.' She thought, referring to the referral appointment that Dr. Davidson had scheduled for her with Sydney Peters later that afternoon.
'How the heck is massage going to fix my issues?"
Her frustration was at its peak. Playing her flute, which was usually calmed her nerves wasn't even doing the trick this time. Sara's brow wrinkled as negative thoughts continued to flood her brain.
'I should just say to hell with it all. I know I'm destined to become an old maid with 15 cats.'
Sara had been seeing Dr. Leonard Davidson for the last 6 months.
After four failed attempts at intimate relationships over the last 2 years, she was fed up with herself; frustrated that she couldn't let go and relax enough to get close to anyone, or let anyone get close to her. She had guys that were interested in her. But even the most patient of them wouldn't wait around forever. She'd start dating a new guy and things would be going fine, then the moment that the relationship started becoming intimate she would freeze and just shut down. Eventually the young man would become frustrated, angry or just be scared off. The most patient of them lasted 7 months.
Sara would be unable to sleep some nights as Amber or Nicole would be in their room with their boyfriend. Laying in her own bed, she'd strain to listen, wondering, yearning. Trying to imagine it was herself, her fingers would make their way to her own sex, but it would lead nowhere, except to more frustration and depression. She finally worked up the nerve to address the issue at her last gynecology appointment. And when her doctor couldn't find anything physically wrong with her, she was referred to Dr. Davidson for psychological councilling.
Dr. Davidson was very nice. Gentle spoken and sincerely wanting to help Sara get past her problems with intimacy. He would have a new stack of books out on his desk with new questions and excersizes for Sara to try every week when she'd come in to see him, all to no avail. When Sara broke down in tears at her last appointment, he came around his desk to her. Kneeling down beside her chair, he placed his hands around hers which were wringing in her lap, and he looked softly into her eyes.
"I'm not going to give up on you, Sara." He had said kindly.
"I have one more idea. This may sound strange to you at this moment, but I'd like you to see a friend and colleague of mine. Her name is Sidney Peters and she is a masseuse. Hear me out now. I know you're feeling very frustrated and this may not make a lot of sense to you, but Sydney has a very in-depth education and training in issues of intamacy. Her work is not mainstream or very popular, but I feel it may be just the right fit for your therapy needs. I'm going to call her today and see if she can work you in tomorrow. Will you trust me and try this Sara?"
Sara had nodded yes as another tear streamed down her face. Did she have a choice? Try this or give up.
Sara attempted to get some studying done and then went for a run though the local park. Upon returning to her apartment, she grabbed some lunch and figured she better shower and head to her appointment.
It was quarter to 1:00 when Sara arrived at the address Dr. Davidson had written down for her. Sighing for about the tenth time that day, she turned off her car and headed inside. Stepping quietly into the lobby area, Sara sat down on edge the sofa, and straightened her long floral skirt. Feeling fidgety she looked at her toes in her sandles and then checked that her white tank was properly covering her breasts. Her knees nervously began bouncing up and down and with trembling hands she picked a little at the peeling polish on her finger nails. She sighed again, glancing around the room and then began looking at photos on her cell phone. Spotting the selfie she had taken in her apartment just before she left, she rolled her eyes.
'Yuck', she thought, before hitting delete.
Sara Smith
22 years old; 5ft 5; average, toned shape; B cup, perky breasts; naturally red, longish, straight hair; green eyes; light complection, but not too pale; wears glasses; only child; full time college student far from home; senior year, working on BS degree in music; quiet and shy
Story begins....
Sara sighed heavily as she placed her flute back in its velvet lined case. She had just finished practicing her recitation for the third time that morning, taking advantage of her alone time. Her college apartment roommates, Amber and Nicole had left together at 7:30 for morning classes. Sara didn't have classes on Fridays this semester. She looked at the clock, 9:22, and sighed heavily again.
'Uuggh," she said outloud to herself, before continuing in her head.
'So not looking forward to this appointment.' She thought, referring to the referral appointment that Dr. Davidson had scheduled for her with Sydney Peters later that afternoon.
'How the heck is massage going to fix my issues?"
Her frustration was at its peak. Playing her flute, which was usually calmed her nerves wasn't even doing the trick this time. Sara's brow wrinkled as negative thoughts continued to flood her brain.
'I should just say to hell with it all. I know I'm destined to become an old maid with 15 cats.'
Sara had been seeing Dr. Leonard Davidson for the last 6 months.
After four failed attempts at intimate relationships over the last 2 years, she was fed up with herself; frustrated that she couldn't let go and relax enough to get close to anyone, or let anyone get close to her. She had guys that were interested in her. But even the most patient of them wouldn't wait around forever. She'd start dating a new guy and things would be going fine, then the moment that the relationship started becoming intimate she would freeze and just shut down. Eventually the young man would become frustrated, angry or just be scared off. The most patient of them lasted 7 months.
Sara would be unable to sleep some nights as Amber or Nicole would be in their room with their boyfriend. Laying in her own bed, she'd strain to listen, wondering, yearning. Trying to imagine it was herself, her fingers would make their way to her own sex, but it would lead nowhere, except to more frustration and depression. She finally worked up the nerve to address the issue at her last gynecology appointment. And when her doctor couldn't find anything physically wrong with her, she was referred to Dr. Davidson for psychological councilling.
Dr. Davidson was very nice. Gentle spoken and sincerely wanting to help Sara get past her problems with intimacy. He would have a new stack of books out on his desk with new questions and excersizes for Sara to try every week when she'd come in to see him, all to no avail. When Sara broke down in tears at her last appointment, he came around his desk to her. Kneeling down beside her chair, he placed his hands around hers which were wringing in her lap, and he looked softly into her eyes.
"I'm not going to give up on you, Sara." He had said kindly.
"I have one more idea. This may sound strange to you at this moment, but I'd like you to see a friend and colleague of mine. Her name is Sidney Peters and she is a masseuse. Hear me out now. I know you're feeling very frustrated and this may not make a lot of sense to you, but Sydney has a very in-depth education and training in issues of intamacy. Her work is not mainstream or very popular, but I feel it may be just the right fit for your therapy needs. I'm going to call her today and see if she can work you in tomorrow. Will you trust me and try this Sara?"
Sara had nodded yes as another tear streamed down her face. Did she have a choice? Try this or give up.
Sara attempted to get some studying done and then went for a run though the local park. Upon returning to her apartment, she grabbed some lunch and figured she better shower and head to her appointment.
It was quarter to 1:00 when Sara arrived at the address Dr. Davidson had written down for her. Sighing for about the tenth time that day, she turned off her car and headed inside. Stepping quietly into the lobby area, Sara sat down on edge the sofa, and straightened her long floral skirt. Feeling fidgety she looked at her toes in her sandles and then checked that her white tank was properly covering her breasts. Her knees nervously began bouncing up and down and with trembling hands she picked a little at the peeling polish on her finger nails. She sighed again, glancing around the room and then began looking at photos on her cell phone. Spotting the selfie she had taken in her apartment just before she left, she rolled her eyes.
'Yuck', she thought, before hitting delete.