Speaker 1: I drop into the cushy chair, peeling off the layers
Speaker 1: of pretense with each word, letting the raw frustration bleed through.
Speaker 1: It's just endless, you know, one disappointing man after another.
Speaker 1: Each time it's like unwrapping a bad gift. Too eager,
Speaker 1: too quick, or just not enough where it counts. I laugh,
Speaker 1: but it's hollow, edged with bitterness. I mean, can you
Speaker 1: believe it? They parade their desires like they're doing you
Speaker 1: a favor, and their bodies. Some promise a marathon but
Speaker 1: can barely manage a sprint. My voice grows harsher, the
Speaker 1: words sharper, and let's not even talk about size. It's
Speaker 1: like they think they can compensate for lack of skill
Speaker 1: with sheer bravado. When it comes down to it, half
Speaker 1: of them don't even know what to do with what
Speaker 1: they've got. The room is thick with my confessions, each
Speaker 1: one hanging heavier than the last. The therapist shifts in
Speaker 1: his seat, his professional mask slipping as the tension builds.
Speaker 1: You know, he starts, his voice strained, his gaze intense.
Speaker 1: All this talk it's not just talk for me. It's
Speaker 1: getting hard to just sit here. I stop caught off guard,
Speaker 1: watching as he stands abruptly, the scrape of his chair
Speaker 1: loud in the quiet room. There's a new energy between us,
Speaker 1: something palpable and charged. He walks towards me, each step deliberate.
Speaker 1: I'm not like those men, you know. I can show
Speaker 1: you if you let me. His voice is rough, almost desperate.
Speaker 1: Before I can respond, he's there right in front of me,
Speaker 1: unzipping his pants with unsteady hands. This, this is what
Speaker 1: I want to give you, what they couldn't. My heart
Speaker 1: races as he crosses a line I never thought he'd dare.
Speaker 1: The room is quiet, just our heavy breathing filling the space.
Speaker 1: I think to myself, the audacity of him. But he
Speaker 1: is hot, such arrogance, because he knows it. Wow, he's big.
Speaker 1: I pause to make him nervous, make him question himself,
Speaker 1: to let him know I'm in control here, and because
Speaker 1: this is completely nuts. For a moment, he freezes his
Speaker 1: eyes wide, perhaps realizing the precipice where on the silence
Speaker 1: stretches a taut thread ready to snap. Then slowly, a
Speaker 1: smile curls the corners of my lips, dark and promising.
Speaker 1: I lean forward, forward, the distance closing. As I take
Speaker 1: the final step he dared not finish. The room blurs
Speaker 1: around us, every sound muffled except for the sharp intake
Speaker 1: of his breath. As I make my choice, pulling him
Speaker 1: into the depths of my desires, the line isn't just crossed,
Speaker 1: it's obliterated.