When I first entered Angela's office, I had hoped for some reprieve. She was a therapist, like a few others I had seen in the past, but she was one who specialized in my exact problem: too much of my time being spend jacking off to porn. Angela seemed pleasant enough. She was a tall, lithe woman, easily in her mid-thirties who seemed eager to help me with my problem. Over the past few weeks she and I had been exchanging emails detailing the nature of my porn addiction and her willingness to help me return to the normal life I so desperately sought after.
Angela's office was quaint. There were little flowerpots filled with succulents along the edge of her desk, pictures of her family among other little bits and baubles which were not for sale lining the edges of her office-space. She welcomed me inside with a grin and a hug. "Hello, Anon! How have you been?" I returned her hug and responded with a demure smile. "Not too well, Angela," I began as I took a seat on her office's sofa. "I've truly been wanting to get over this porn addiction. I think you're my last hope." Angela nodded- she seemed to be hearing my every word. "Well, why don't you get comfortable while I pull up some of our emails for reference?"
"Sure," I replied as I nestled myself into the soft leather cushions of the sofa. "I hope my details were not too overbearing..." Angela chucked, her eyes still affixed on her computer screen. "No, no... not at all. I actually enjoyed reading your emails, Anon!" My gut told me something was wrong, but how could there be? She was a therapist, after all. She was here to help me. "How so?" I asked naively. "Well," Angela began as she adjusted her glasses, "You've gone into detail quite well... your information has helped me to really get an understanding of exactly what it is that your mind has been craving..." I chalked off the oddness of her statement as another symptom of my porn addiction. "Okay, that's good, I guess?" I replied, shifting uncomfortably in my seat at her sofa. "Yes, yes, it's very good! All I want is for you to feel at ease when you share with me what your pornographic vices are... All I want to do is help you..."
There it was again, that strange sensation in my gut that told me something was off about Angela. I couldn't shake it. She seemed too fixated on my sexual perversions to be the good-natured therapist she advertised herself to be... I felt my neck getting hot and my skin becoming flush as I began recounting at her request all of the types of porn I had been enjoying this past week.
With an attentive wide-eyed stare and a posture I couldn't help but perceive as flirtatious, Angela listened as I rattled off the various types of kinks that dwelled within my mind. She seemed to be enjoying me words... a bit too much. When she finally stood from her desk to sit in the chair across from my sofa, I saw the blush that had made its' way across her cheeks. She was aroused by my words! Angela's nipples were poking through her modest blouse now and I began to get a sense of the kind of situation I had found myself in; this woman planned to take advantage of my openness for her own sexual gratification...
With Angela's intentions becoming apparent, I wracked my mind for my next action. Do I give in to my urges and allow Angela to continue her perverted game, or do I turn tail, leaving her behind? I'm not sure what to do... After leering at Angela's shapely body for a few moments, my decision was clear. I