You need to talk. To tell someone everything. To air out every dirty little secret in your mind. Knowing you wont be judged. You need a professional. Someone that will listen.

It’s late. After hours. You insist. You need to talk. In person. To know there is someone with you, not just an impersonal voice on a line. You need to feel a presence, a person, there with you. A connection. Lying on the hotel bed, eyes close, it easy to let go. To slip into that mindless space where the words just pour out. Liberated, free, the nasty things flow out. Every word a huge boulder off your shoulder. And I sit there in the chair beside you, listening. Understanding the trauma. Embracing the darkness. Relishing in the nastiness. Because at your core you know what a dirty, filthy, nasty creature you are. Family, friends, partners, they don’t understand. They don’t get it. But your therapist, I’ve heard it all before. I’m there for you. I’m nasty exactly like you. And it’s a comfort to know you are not alone.

With each sentence. Each confession. With each exposure, you fall deeper down the rabbit hole. Every word setting you free as you sit there eyes closed in the darkness of your own mind. I’m like you. Telling you its not you. That you need to embrace this facet of yourself. It is a part of you. You need to show me just how much a part of you it is. You need to touch yourself as you tell me about it. Show me how it moves you. Is a part of you. Embrace yourself. And when you do, I tell you it not enough through clothing. You need to touch yourself, your skin, your pussy, your sopping cunt. You need to release yourself in front of me. Show me how much this is really you. How much you delight in the wrong sickness of it. Only then can you be whole.

And when you feel the hand of your the-rapist pressed to your chest, pinning you down, and feel my other hand join yours below you’ll know that you are not alone. This is the healing you needed.

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Looking for something similar, preferably at a hotel where a key could be exchanged willingly. We’d need to discuss first in chat or messages, have safe words and feel comfortable with each other. Not into heavy abuse, want to feel your allure compel me to do things civilized rational men would not. Most importantly, looking for the right one…