I worked as a therapist at home. I owned an apartment with three rooms. One was my work office, where I would have a small session with my patient.
"I dunno, every time I lay in bed I start to look into the dark hallway and see that damn thing looking back at me. It gets closer to me every fucking night". I looked at the recorder which was listening to us.
"This sounds more of your depression. It seems as if that is your grief that you feel and it gets closer to you because it is trying to creep it's way back into your life". She smiled at me. "It could be. Our time looks like it is about done today. Thank you so much Dr. Inoue". I stood up at the same pace she was. She hugged me on her way out.
Quickly I looked at the clock and seen that I had one more appointment. It was a new one it seemed. "Kurosaki Ichigo". I said. I only had half an hour before he shown up and that was enough time to get something to eat and clean up my office. After doing so he was right on time. I opened the door to see a tall man with a dark tone. He worn a black button up shirt with dress pants. His hands were placed into his pockets as he walked in. "So, I am Ichigo Kurosaki. You must be the famous Orihime Inoue, my ex-girlfriend recommended you to me".
He was very attractive. So I couldn't help myself but blush when we made eye contact. As I walked into my office he sat down in the black leather chair and I sat across from him and placed my coffee cup onto the table. "So, why is it she wanted you to see me?" I asked while pressing 'record' on the recorder. "Well, she believes I am a sex addict". He said calmlingly. I started to blush even more, thinking about how much he has sex. "Why does she think this?" I asked. "Well, when we were together we'd have wake up sex, after breakfast jerking session, lunchtime fuck, and my favorite, the after dinner special. Sometimes I masturbate in the shower, all of my internet history is porn sites. I sometimes don't even masturbate while watching them. I just simply watch them. It's all BDSM, she never wanted to try it with me so I just broke up with her and she told me to see you. Now I'm here".
My cheeks were even more red now. "So, you'd pleasure yourself a lot even right after sex?" I asked. "You mean jerk off? Yes". He bluntly stated.
"So if you broke up with her, why did you come and see me still?" I asked.
"Because I felt as if you'd be fairly attractive, so it wouldn't be a total waste of time. Sex is something all humans do, yet if you do it too much there is a name put onto you, simply because you enjoy it more than others". I never really thought of it that way. Then again, I've never been in his shoes for me to think so. "Well, so what is it you want to do about it?" I asked.
"I wanted to go at one step at a time. Like, not masturbate as often, stop bringing random girls home every single day twice a day". I took my glasses off. "Okay, tonight I want you to stop bringing girls home. For two weeks, try that. If you can do that then you can't be a real addict now can you?" I smiled.
"I can try that. What about my masturbation?" He asked. "Okay, lets keep that at only once, every other day". He agreed to those terms. "So are we done here?" He asked starting to stand up. "I believe so. Come and see me again in three days. I would like to see how you are progressing". I smiled while walking him to the door.
As he was halfway out the door he turned to me and grinned with his hands in his pockets. "Ya know, you are actually pretty cute". He caught me off guard and I began to blush. I have only been doing this a couple of years and I am still meeting new types of patients. I do know that I have to watch myself around him. He could really pull me in.
"Thanks Mr. Kurosaki". I left it at that. I looked at my appointment papers and seen that he was the last one for today. After those four I felt emotionally drained already.
I soaked in the tub. It was one of those nice summer nights where you can leave the window open while you lay in bed and feel the nice cool breeze softly roll onto you.
In the morning I jogged around the city. My headphones were in and my music was playing pretty loud so I couldn't hear anyone. I was at a crosswalk and I started to run but then I was pulled back by someone. Their strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me onto them. I freaked out and almost screamed. But then I seen a huge semi-truck pass by. Then the dots connected. I was almost about to get run over.
When I turned my head back to see the man who saved me I seen Mr. Kurosaki. "Um, hi?" I pulled out my headphones. "You're lucky I caught you before that truck did Orihime".
His hands were still on my hips. I was pressed firmly against his groin. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Sorry if I seem as if I am lingering but, I kind of got a hard on". I started to blush even more.
"Mr. Kurosaki, I would actually prefer to not talk to you unless it's in my office due to Doctor/Patient Rules". I pulled myself away from him. "Alright, well, I tried". He grinned. I could see that he was in jogging gear. He must be using the times that he uses to masturbate to do exercises instead. Good idea, I'm happy to see that he is actually trying here".
Once I got home I ate breakfast then showered.
That day I only had two people show up. "Sorry I'm late. Grimmy was just trying to fight with me all morning and he took my coffee and spilled it in the car so I had to clean that up". She sounded stressed, I looked at her teenaged son. His style of clothing really did show me on what to expect from him.
"Well, I have to go, be good for her honey". She smiled at him and left us alone. He sat in the big leather chair across from me. "So, lets start with.. How old are you?" I attempted to get him to open up a little for me. "I am 20 years old, no I am not living on my own due to the fact I'm forced to live with my bitchy mom till I am off probation, so what are we supposed to do here?" He asked.
"Ok, well lets start on why did you not want to come here? I'm here to help". I implied. "Because I have other shit I have to do other than listen to some-what, how old are you? 19? Maybe? You are probably in the same age area as me. You seem to look at me with pity so whats the fuckin' point in bein' here if you only wanna do this for money?" What he said made no sense to me. "So you don't want to be here because I look as if I could be one of your friends?" I questioned.
"Yes, well.. More like you'd be one of the chicks I fuck everyday". He grinned. "So, that's the reason why you don't trust to talk to me? What about your mother?" I asked. "She is just some nosy snob who is always up my ass about everything I do, once I went to the fridge to make a fuckin' sandwich and she starts making me answer twenty questions about why am I making a sandwich this late and all this other bullshit".
"So most of this anger is towards your mother? Maybe she has yet to understand that you are all grown up and you have a lot of your own 'shit' to do. Our next session, I want her to be in here and hear from your point of view ok?" I grinned. "Thats really it for me". He said.
"Ok, we can end it here". I wrote down the time we stopped and stopped the recording. "You hungry?" I asked as walked him to the kitchen. "Nah, I'm good".