Angiejoy - No mercy after hours wmv
Powerful Transformation
I am a psychologist. He walks in for another session, his presence sending shivers down my spine. This patient, for reasons I can't fully explain, stirs something deep within me. I try to remain professional, ask all the right questions, keep a neutral tone. But between the standard inquiries, I slip in something more.
I want to know what I am to him. Does he feel anything? Does he sense how his presence electrifies me? His answers are disappointing, cold, detached. To him, I'm no one. Just another service, another chair to sit in for an hour. My heart sinks as I feel a sharp sting of rejection. And then, anger.
Rejected and Desired
I suggest a relaxation exercise, tell him to breathe deeply, to close his eyes. Once he does, I don't hesitate. I shrink him—down to a size I can cradle in my palm. Then I take him home. At home, all pretense falls away. I'm bare, shameless, commanding. He's tiny now, helpless, and I make him mine.
I press him between my cheeks, let him writhe. Slip him into my navel, let him feel my warmth. Then between my breasts, where every movement is a tidal wave. I use him—relentlessly, completely, without apology. And when I'm done, I swallow him whole. No hesitation. No mercy.
I consume him—his body, his pride, his indifference. Let him learn what happens when you toy with a psychologist, especially one with a hunger that no conversation can ever satisfy.
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