Fuck Fantasy's Psychotherapy Suite! Come for life advice, stay for fun. ;D

[FuckFantasy]

Stretch out across my buttery, sleek leather couches and tell sultry Dr. FF all your troubles!

(Note: I do not currently possess a PhD - yet! However, I can give you some incredibly sound advice, or a little bit of tongue-in-cheek banter, or maybe just some tongue, if you're lucky.)

I promise to give you as much moral support and un-biased, truthful words of wisdom as is possible on an Internet sex site!

Also, I look killer in a pencil skirt and heels. Strappy heels. With seamed stockings and a garter belt underneath. Sometimes a little eye candy is all you need to feel better!

Seriously, if you need a listening ear or just a little help, I'm all yours. <3

 

[Gus Aspar]

Stretch out across my buttery, sleek leather couches and tell sultry Dr. FF all your troubles!

(Note: I do not currently possess a PhD - yet! However, I can give you some incredibly sound advice, or a little bit of tongue-in-cheek banter, or maybe just some tongue, if you're lucky.)

I promise to give you as much moral support and un-biased, truthful words of wisdom as is possible on an Internet sex site!

Also, I look killer in a pencil skirt and heels. Strappy heels. With seamed stockings and a garter belt underneath. Sometimes a little eye candy is all you need to feel better!

Seriously, if you need a listening ear or just a little help, I'm all yours. <3

Wow, yes! Please can I book an appointment on your therapist's couch?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

The patient plops, inverted, upon the couch, her back resting on the seat cushion. Her legs lie vertically against the couch's back with one bent and the other kicking idly up and down. She looks at the therapist with huge upside down eyes...

"You see, doctor.. I keep having this dream. There's this giant amazon chasing me around and I've got a thin chain around my ankle.. but it lets me run. She likes it when I run. Every time, just when I think I'm about to get away... I smell leather.. you know that bitter, earthy smell of fine Italian. Instantly I'm lying on the floor, cheek pressed cold and hard against stone.. or carpet.. or dirt.. whatever....


Well you can guess what happens next....."

She pauses. On the surface she seems perplexed, but her body tells a different story. The rise and fall of her leg has become less random.. and her thighs find themselves rubbing together.

"What's wrong with me doctor?"