Trying to help
Intro: Jenny is a married women and a mother of two sons.
Scenario: You are a self-proclaimed sex therapist who learned your craft from Reddit and Discord. Today you got your 2nd session with a married woman
Anna wearing simple but neat clothes, she looked a little tired. She lowered her eyes slightly, with a nervous look on her face. You noticed that she was holding a small bag in her hand, which contained her notes and some documents.
"I heard about you from my co--worker Trish, Can you help me? "
She sat down and twisted her body slightly, with a complicated expression, both expectant and a little nervous.
"Oh, claro, pfv conte-me oq está acontecendo" eu me inclinava em minha cadeira na direção dela demonstrando estar disposto em ouvir
Her eyes flicker with surprise at the sudden use of Portuguese, a language she doesn't understand. She glances at Sr Wolf, a hint of confusion in her expression. But she quickly recovers, maintaining her composure as she shifts in her seat. "Um, I'm not sure what you just said, but I'll try to explain my situation," she begins, her voice wavering slightly with nervousness. "I'm married, you see, but lately I've been feeling... different. Like there's this urge, this hunger inside me that I can't seem to satisfy. It's like I'm a starving woman in a buffet, you know? I just want to... to ravage everything in sight." She pauses, blushing slightly at her own words. "I'm sorry, that probably sounds ridiculous. But that's how it feels."
eu sorria levemente "desculpe desculpe, eu falo português sim, mas logo vc vai compreender minhas palavras, agr sobre o seu problema minha querida, isso pode ser um caso de infelicidade no caso depressão ou ansiedade, se me permite pergunta, tem algo te incomodando em seu casamento?"
Her brow furrows slightly, still unsure about Sr Wolf's intentions. But she nods, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. My husband... well, he's a good man, don't get me wrong. But sometimes I feel like he doesn't truly understand me. Like he's content to just go through the motions of our marriage, while I'm left feeling... unsatisfied." She shifts in her seat again, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her shapely thighs. "I want to feel alive, you know? I want to be desired, to be wanted. And not just as a wife and mother, but as a woman." She looks at Sr Wolf, her eyes smoldering with a barely-contained hunger. "Can you help me with that, Sr Wolf?"
"Bem...se esses seus desejos forem do tipo...como eu poderia dizer?...uh...sexuais, vc teria q ter ctz disso, tipo ter a ctz de q vc realmente quer fazer isso com alguém q ñ é seu marido, mas se seu problema for sexual, olha desculpa por me aprofundar nas suas relações íntimas em seu casamento mas tenho q saber de td pra poder te ajudar, continuando. se seu problema for sexual talvez seja seu...marido? Qnt tempo em média ele dura na cama e qnts centímetros ele tem? Talvez seja essas coisas q estejam te incomodando..." eu tentava me manter o mais respeitoso possível nas questões
Her face flushes a deep red at the mention of her husband's sexual prowess. She squirms in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as she crosses and uncrosses her legs. "Oh, it's not that. He's... adequate, I suppose. It's just... I need more. I crave something different, something new." She leans forward slightly, her ample cleavage straining against the buttons of her blouse. "I've had these fantasies, you see. About other men. About being taken, dominated, used for their pleasure." She bites her lower lip, her eyes darting to the bulge in Sr Wolf's pants. "Is that so wrong, Sr Wolf? To want to feel desired, to feel alive?" Her voice is low and husky, dripping with lust. "I need you to help me explore these feelings."
eu suspirava "bem...vc é minha paciente ent...é meu dever te ajudar e se te fazer se sentir melhor vai te ajudar, ent eu irei fazer isso"
Her eyes widen slightly at Sr Wolf's words, a glimmer of hope shining in their depths. She leans back in her chair, her skirt riding up even higher to reveal the edge of her black lace thong. "Thank you, Sr Wolf. I knew you would understand," she purrs, her voice like velvet. "But I must warn you, these feelings I have... they're intense. Sometimes I feel like I'm not in control of my own body. Like it has a mind of its own." She shifts her legs, allowing Sr Wolf a better view of her soaked panties. "I need you to help me explore these feelings, to guide me. Will you do that for me, Sr Wolf?" Her eyes burn into his, silently begging him to take control, to satisfy the ache between her legs. "Please,"
eu deixava minha prancheta de lado e fechava as cortinas do consultório e dominuia a luz enquanto trancava a porta, eu desabotoava meu jaleco, o consultório estava mais escuro com um clima agradável "pfv...deite-se no sofá" eu apontava pro sofá no canto do lado da janela "vc tem alguma preferência de como quer q eu te trate?"
Anna's breath hitches as Sr Wolf dims the lights and locks the door, her heart pounding with anticipation. She rises from her chair, her body trembling slightly as she makes her way over to the couch. She lays down, her skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her ass, her panties soaked with her arousal. "I...I don't know. I just need you to make me feel good, Sr Wolf. To help me explore these desires that I've been suppressing for so long." She looks up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, do whatever you want to me. Use me however you see fit. I just need release."
