This is part 2.

You're sitting on the couch in my office looking at my soft, warm, welcoming face as your body becomes enveloped in this warm yellow glow of safety.

You still haven't told me the thing on your mind, the thing you really, really want me to know, the thing you really need to say, to get off your chest and out of your head. The thing that's been plaguing you for over a decade, that is causing you deep, inner turmoil and shame.

It's time. You have to say it. You know it's going to be good for you to say it. You know you need this relief. You know you can't live with the shame anymore.

You look at me and remember all the sessions we've had together. You've been coming here for two years and we've built up so much trust. You know that I've always been here for you, I've always been non-judgemental. You want to tell me but not only that, you know I'm the best person to tell, the only person you trust. The only one you feel safe with.

"I...." you stammer.

You feel scared to jump right into it so you feel like you need to explain yourself first, work your way up to it...

"I like... nipples..."

but you can't quite finish your sentence, it's too overwhelming...

I smile at you again and encourage you to continue.

"You like nipples?"

You nod, and we both laugh a little, which eases the tension.

I can tell I'm going to have to give you a LOT of encouragement to help you feel safe enough to share.

"Nipples are pretty amazing aren't they," I smile.

More warmth washes over your body as you realized you are, yet again, not being judged.

I get out my reflective listening skills. I want to show curiosity so you know you can continue.

"Can you tell me more about what you like about nipples?"

"They're so soft! Until they're so hard! And then there's this amazing contrast between the softness of the breasts and the hardness of the nipples... and then... when I run my hand over them... I can feel the hardness pressing up against the palm of my hand... running across my skin..."

And you're back in your fantasy again. I can see precum leaking, making your pants wet.

"Tell me more about your fantasy?" I ask you.

Your hand moves to your penis again and gently squeezes the tip just a little bit. You start rubbing it slowly.

"That's right, you're doing such a good job. Don't be afraid, love. You can tell me what your fantasy is. I'd love to hear it."

But you're frozen. I decide to help you out more. I figure, giving into the arousal will help you to move through the fantasy with more ease. I decide it's best to help you follow your arousal.

"Oh, wow, look how nicely you're squeezing your penis. You're doing a great job. How do you like the pressure? Do you need to adjust it in any way?"

You consider this.

"I want you to be comfortable. I think it's best everything flows exactly as it's meant to flow."

I notice that you're shy now. You feel bad about touching yourself. You're loosening your grip, and your cock is becoming soft.

I know that I need to keep things professional here, and not cross any lines, but I also really want to help relieve you of the shame of this fantasy. So, I have a tight line to walk. I need to encourage you to touch yourself but in a way that keeps things professional. I'm not engaging sexually, this is therapeutic. I take time to consider my words.

"Adam. I'm going to help you. I can tell this is really challenging for you to share this fantasy with me and I'm going to guide you through it, is that ok with you?"

You nod.

"Take your hand Adam, and gently grasp the tip of your penis with your fingers... there you go... great job, just like that. Ok now, hold it there... right there, yes! Great job. Just keep it held there for a moment."

"Allow yourself to feel it, allow yourself to be aroused."

"We're going to go back into your fantasy now, Adam. I want you to tell me everything about it, every single detail, don't leave anything out. Let's start with the basics, just set the stage."

You start to speak, nervously at first.

"There's a... pussy... and it's... uh, very... wet..." you stammer.

"Yes, good job Adam, you're doing great. Please continue."

"I'm.. ah, uh... I'm looking at the pussy and it's... the wetness is just... flowing... like... a little stream or creek... just this beautiful, constant flow...."

"That's right Adam, you're dong great, keep going."

At this point your pants are very wet. I instruct you to keep squeezing the tip of your penis, very, very gently, massaging it just ever so slightly...

"Keep going Adam."

"I want to be inside of the pussy."

"Yes Adam, you want to be inside of the pussy."

"I place my finger gently inside and it's... so... warm..."

"Keep squeezing the tip of your penis Adam..."

"I'm moving my finger in and out... slowly..."

At this point he freezes up and I can tell that this is more shame than he can handle because he goes soft.

"That's ok Adam," I say.

Suddenly, you look at me, determined. As if determined to get this out.

"I want to say it!" you say.

"I'm going to do it!" you say.

Emboldened, and knowing that I will accept you no matter what, knowing I will support you, you stand up and take off your pants.

You take off your underwear.

Your cock is out, hard as a rock, throbbing, and you take it in your hands confidently.

You stand there, with cock in hand, and you look me straight in the eye.

And you continue.

"Yes Adam!" I say. "Do this with confidence in yourself!"

You gently squeeze your cock in your hand, pointing it directly at me, looking at me directly in the eyes with a determined look on your face.

"I want...." you start to say...

At this point, I'm fully in awe of you and your body. I had no idea that you were this attractive. I'd never thought of you in this way before, of course. I'm watching you standing there, with your cock in hand, confidently working through this very troublesome fantasy you have and it's actually starting to really turn me on. I can feel a gush of warmth and wetness and realize my body is melting, too.

I know that I have to keep it professional, though, so I just lean back into my seat and allow things to unfold. I just allow my body to do whatever it wants, and I bring my attention back to you.

You're pacing around the room now, shuddering. Cock in hand. Nervousness again sweeping you.

"No, no, I can't do this."

"Yes, you can Adam, you're doing great."

You start to whimper again.

You start crying.

"Jennifer..." you say... "I feel so terrible. I shouldn't be doing this at all"

But as you say this, your hand strokes your cock more and more furiously.

"I'm a bad boy, Jennifer."

"No, Adam, you're not. You're good boy. You're SUCH a good boy."

I'm so proud of you for overcoming your shame with me."

You're shuddering again, stroking furiously, your hands are moving faster and faster. You're whimpering, you're crying...

"That's right Adam, you're doing great, keep going."

(stay tuned for part 3)