She reached orgasm through telephone therapy.

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Generally, when a psychologist gives a patient an emergency phone number, they explain that it should only be used in cases of sudden emergencies where waiting is not an option; otherwise, the patient should still meet with the doctor at the scheduled time. However, most of the patients at my clinic are wealthy and influential members of the local upper class. Frankly, their so-called emergencies are not very "urgent," and sometimes quite trivial: they call the doctor's home simply because they want someone to talk to, which annoys me immensely.
But what can I do?! Who told us to serve these kinds of people?
Yang Xiaoqing's emergency call was simply because she was alone at night, her mind was stuck in a rut, and she was using the excuse of being on the verge of a mental breakdown; she just wanted me to talk to her about this and that! Emotionally, she was just seeking comfort and reassurance that she had no serious problems and wouldn't cause any accidents due to a temporary emotional fluctuation.
Because it was her first time calling directly to my place and we talked for almost two hours, nearly
equivalent to a "face-to-face" meeting, I clearly told her that such impromptu "emergency" calls would cost three times the normal rate. She didn't care at all, saying she was willing to spend any amount of money as long as her urgent needs could be met promptly.
So, I stopped arguing and had a sincere conversation with Yang Xiaoqing for quite a while. Although the main content of the phone call is not worth mentioning (only the gist is mentioned)
, the whole process was quite interesting. [The following is a translation based on the phone recording.] === ...
Having already read one of the articles and being familiar with its content, I had the leisure to appreciate the details of her repeated extramarital affairs described in the confession, and enjoyed the unreserved, detailed, and explicit descriptions of "sexual acts."
Unexpectedly, as soon as I picked up the phone and gave her my name, she cried out, "Dr., Dr. Johnston!...I am...
Yang...Xiaoqing, Mrs. Zhang..." She only managed half a sentence before bursting into tears and sobbing uncontrollably.
Only after I repeatedly called out softly and reassured her, saying, "I'm here, everything will be alright," did she stop sobbing and tell me, haltingly, that she had just had another terrifying nightmare about being chased and persecuted. After waking up, she was worried she would have a mental breakdown and couldn't sleep.
I patiently explained that dreams are a normal part of a person's thinking, but they only reflect the characteristics of emotions and thoughts and are not the same as real life. The things presented in dreams have no necessary connection to what one does during the day; and the scenes that occur and are seen in dreams are certainly not reality.
Therefore, she has absolutely no need to worry about losing control or collapsing; she just needs to be a little more objective, remember her feelings at the time, and explore and discuss them during the next psychoanalysis; but if it is really necessary, and she remembers what happened in the dream clearly, she can tell me about it in detail.
Yang Xiaoqing hesitated twice and said, "...I don't remember the dream very clearly...I just feel that my mind is still very unsettled..."
But her tone was no longer so anxious. I then said to her seriously: Actually, she is just too smart and likes to use her brain too much, which makes her prone to getting stuck on trivial matters; but it is precisely because of this that she has a more attractive and special charm than the average woman, and exudes wisdom, elegance and temperament.
On the other end of the phone, she stammered shyly, "No way, Dr.! I'm not as good as you make me out to be, okay!?"
But I coaxed her, "Yes, of course! Mrs. Zhang, reading your confession made me deeply feel that; and I was reading it right when you called!"
"Ah, really?...Really!?..."
"Of course it's true! Like when you talked about applying breast enhancement cream in front of the mirror, thinking, 'A woman dresses up for her lover,'
while finding that your lower body was gradually becoming fuller, your skin whiter, and smoother and more elastic; you were happy that your hips were more perky than before, but worried that your breasts weren't prominent enough...
"...That confession is a typical example.
...Plus, you mentioned that when you went to dances in college, you had to put padding under your bra before you dared to go on stage; and when you danced slow dances, experiencing the intimacy of a man's skin, your whole body was uncontrollably stimulated by a tingling sensation." …Descriptions like these reveal a woman's psychology; but in my eyes, they are full of charm and sexiness, which is precisely what makes you alluring; so Mrs. Zhang, you don't need to belittle yourself or think you're inferior to others in every way! "
Ah~! ...I never thought that what I considered my worst feature was seen by you as...sexy and alluring!
Dr. Johnston, you're not just saying this to make me happy, are you!? ... "
"Of course not, Mrs. Zhang! ...Don't you believe me?"
"Believe, believe...of course I believe!" "Through her urgent voice, one could imagine Yang Xiaoqing's smile.
Hearing her smile, I told her that reading her 'confession' was slow because reading Chinese was difficult; moreover, since seeing her as a patient, my workload had suddenly increased, often falling behind the pace of her treatment. Therefore, I asked her to be understanding and patient.
Yang Xiaoqing readily agreed, saying that I had proven she wasn't mentally unstable, and she was already incredibly grateful; how could she dare to ask for anything more?… She promised to listen to me and patiently accept the treatment.
'Then, shall we meet again on Monday as scheduled?' I said.
'Ah, no… Dr., can you not hang up now? I…' Yang Xiaoqing pleaded urgently, '… I want to talk to you more, do you… have time?'" "
Of course I have time, but these extra emergency calls cost three times more than a regular consultation at the clinic," I told Yang Xiaoqing. Before I could finish, she interrupted me, saying that money wasn't a problem because what she needed most was to spend time with loved ones on weekend nights; and being woken up by a nightmare and still shaken, she felt an even greater need for that…
"Oh, okay. So, Mrs. Zhang, what would you like to talk about?"
"Talk about you, Dr., okay?" she asked with a smile.
"Me?… What do I have to talk about? Besides, it's not appropriate for a patient and doctor to be too…"
"Oh dear, I'm not asking about your background, why are you so nervous?… I just want to tell you how I feel about you!… Dr.!"
"Oh! That's fine then. Mrs. Zhang, please go ahead!"
"I'll tell you, but don't laugh!… I think you… are really nice;… I also feel quite destined to be with you. " "...It's not because of Ling Hailun that I feel this way, but every time I talk to you, I feel so relaxed and happy. ...It's like the satisfaction of having a deep conversation with an old friend, a confidant, and having all my innermost thoughts..."
"Hmm, that feels good, doesn't it?" I asked her professionally.
"It is good, but it's also very strange! ...Because, because at your clinic, besides expressing my feelings, I also feel very...close, very intimate with you...
"...It's like going to a rendezvous with a lover; receiving his physical caresses and spiritual lovemaking; and after a few times, I feel like I can't live without him! ...Dr., do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, but I believe Mrs. Zhang also understands why she feels this way!" I replied.
"What reason?"
"It's a projection of a need, a..." I was about to explain to her when
Yang Xiaoqing pouted, "What projection, what...projection!? I don't understand!...
"...Don't talk about such profound things, okay!" "I just wanted to express my feelings for you, I didn't mean anything else, Dr.~!" The voice carried a hint of resentment.
[It was my own fault for being so talkative!] I thought to myself, and said, "Okay, I won't say anything more, Mrs. Zhang, please continue!"
********** After a long silence,
Yang Xiaoqing began to murmur as if in a dream: "Hmm~ Dr., Dr. Johnston! I miss you so much~!...
"...You know what? The first time I saw you at the clinic, I felt that I could communicate with you and get close to you; you could say it was an intuition! And the more I talked to you, the more I could open myself up; it was as if I didn't have to be afraid of anything in front of you, and I didn't have to hide anything; I could let you see through me completely without feeling shy...
"...That feeling, I only have when I'm with my lover, and a very close, soulmate lover!...
"...But because I can't be with every lover every day, and I can't just see them whenever I want." I always have to wait so long to meet him in secret; so I often suffer from lovesickness, even though my husband is away from home for years, I live a life almost like a single woman...
"...And now, even though I have a boyfriend: Nick, although he's single, he insists on maintaining his freedom and so-called 'living space'; if I want to see him, I have to make an appointment beforehand, and wait until he's willing and wants to see me; it makes me feel like...worse than a concubine!...
"...So, in the end...I'm still at home alone, unable to sleep, still lost in thought;...and naturally I think of you, and my feelings for you!"
"Hmm~ that's a very reasonable point," I commented.
"Well, it's the weekend tonight, and I didn't have a date with Nick; of course I miss you even more!"
"That's true..." I said with emotion.
********** ... A soft hum came through the receiver.
"Dr., Dr. Johnston!..." The languid call carried an urgency.
"Hmm?..." "Are you listening to me?...Do you know what I'm wearing right now...?" "
?" "..."
"I'm only wearing...a pink, semi-transparent nightgown, no bra underneath, and tiny...panties, also semi-transparent, lace-trimmed violet. I'm lying on the bed, the deep purple satin sheets feel so smooth...mmm! So sexy!"
"Do you think it's appropriate to think of me this way?" I hoped she would calm down and consider it.
But it was no use. She gently scolded, "Oh dear~ what's appropriate or inappropriate! Thinking of you this way, it's almost...that!...Oh~~! Dr.~!...I want you to be..."
"Want me to be where?" I responded, also asking in return.
"Want you to be at the clinic, giving me a massage!" "..." Yang Xiaoqing chuckled as she spoke.
"Oh~, that's it! I should have guessed it long ago!..."
"But you didn't guess it?..." she asked with a smile.
"Hmm, I didn't guess it;...because I didn't want to think about it." I replied.
"Oh my~, Dr.! You're such a hypocrite!..."
"Really? Does Mrs. Zhang think about that kind of thing all the time, aren't you ashamed?" I retorted.
"Ashamed, of course I am a little; but your massage is so comfortable!...It's hard not to be ashamed! ...Ah, oh~~ Oh! ...Dr., Dr. Johnston~! Your hands are so good at touching! ...
"...Oh my god!...Your fingers have made me...wet up!" Her voice was sweet and delicate
, with a hint of soft moaning; like a kitten, it was incredibly tempting to hear; it made it hard for me to stop my increasingly rapid breathing.
“Dr.!…Dr. Johnston, can you…be a little more proactive?!” “?…”
“I mean, talk to me, don’t always be so silent!” “!…”
“…Dr.~!…Dr.!!…Why aren’t you saying anything!?…My, my butt…
is moving involuntarily on the bed!…
” “…Oh~, Dr. Johnston~! Are you looking at me? …Are you watching me move my butt so anxiously?
You know, every time I masturbate in bed or in the bathroom, all I think about is you, sitting next to you on the sofa, touching me with your fingers…
” “…So, while you’re touching me, you’re also touching your own pants, that bulging thing…
” “…I get even more excited; I touch myself so hard, so hard! …Oh my god! My clitoris…is all swollen, so hard! …Dr.~! Talk to me, talk to me!” "...Tell me, is your thing...hard and big too?...Baby, I...
my butt is...raised up!" Her breathing became increasingly rapid.
Unable to remain silent any longer, I asked, "Mrs. Zhang, are your legs...open too?"
"Of course...open, really, really wide!" Yang Xiaoqing responded anxiously; she pressed on even more urgently, "You're the one who told me to spread my legs and wiggle my butt, right!?...Dr.!?...?"
"Yes, like when I massage you on the sofa, it feels so good?"
"Exactly!...While you're massaging me, I'm thinking: You're the one who told me to spread my legs wide!"
Because that means I'm completely opening my heart and my whole being to you;... letting you see through me, understand me completely, and see everything; revealing all my secrets, even the things I can't say, the things I can't show to others... the filthy things... because only in that way, without me saying anything, can you know, and I won't feel ashamed or embarrassed to death...
"Dr., Dr. Johnston!... Do you understand what I mean, do you understand my heart?..."
"Yes, I understand!" That was the only response I could give her.
"Oh, thank you, Dr.!...Thank you!...Well, shall I take off my panties too?
It'll be more comfortable to rub my bottom against the sheets with my bare bottom exposed; my legs will be wider open...okay?"
"Okay, Mrs. Zhang, please take off your panties!"
"Oh dear, what's with the 'please'?!...Even if you order me, I'll willingly take off my pants!
You know, baby?...Sometimes I really think you're so reserved, and so timid!...Is that really who you are?... "
"...I didn't answer, because I didn't want her to get used to calling me "baby," and I didn't want her to say I was timid.
"Dr., Dr. Johnston?... "
"Hmm? "
"Just answer me, please!... Her pleading voice was sweet and feminine.
"Oh, because I'm a doctor, I'm always habitually...gentle" I finally found an explanation.
“I think so too;…but now, can you please stop being a doctor?…What I really need…is someone I can be closer to…someone I can be more intimate with. You’ve already seen my body, and your hand has touched my most private parts;…even if I temporarily forget my doctor identity and be intimate with you, it won’t matter; why keep reminding me!?…”
Hearing Yang Xiaoqing say this, I almost forgot that the content and nature of this phone call was practically like the currently popular paid pornographic conversations, except that the roles of the man and woman were reversed: Yang Xiaoqing, as the “patient,” had to pay extra expensive consultation fees, while I enjoyed the erotic temptations she offered on the phone without having to pay a single penny, which seemed quite absurd!
However, what seemed like a simple "sex call" became complicated because she had emotional demands on me, making it something I couldn't take lightly. I quickly and decisively told Yang Xiaoqing directly, "Okay, then I won't be your doctor, but your lover on the phone; or even more simply, I'll be your sex call client!..." "
...Okay, anything is fine, as long as you think I'm sexy and interested in me..." she then said eagerly and coquettishly, "...I'd even be willing to strip naked and serve you!...Baby, I, I..." "
Okay, Mrs. Zhang, no need to say anything more!...Quickly take off your pants!" I interrupted Yang Xiaoqing, adjusting my tone.
"Ah~ yes, yes!...I'm taking them off, I'm taking them off! Oh~! My panties are...so wet they're transparent!..."
"Okay, now open your robe!...Spread your legs wide and wiggle your butt!" I said authoritatively.
"Oh~, I did as you said, I did everything you said!" Yang Xiaoqing responded coquettishly.
“Very good!…”
“Dr., Dr.! I…I’ve been very obedient, my legs are spread wide open, and my butt has been wiggling!”
“Okay, now tell me, what else do you want to do on the sofa?”
“…Do…do what you want me to do most; like…”
“Like what?”
“…Like a sexy erotic woman, performing for you, wiggling my butt for you!…while masturbating; oh my~~I’ve only just touched the outside of the hole and my fingers are already wet!…Dr.~! Do you like watching that kind of performance?”
“!…” I didn’t say anything.
"You're a man, don't men generally love watching women...do striptease?"
"Yes, mostly."
"Even if they already have...wives or lovers, they still love to watch?"
"What do you mean?"
"...Like you, you already have a lover, Ling Hailun; do you still love watching women do striptease?"
"How can you say that, Mrs. Zhang?...Ling Hailun is my patient, not my lover!"
"Then when you're on the sofa with her, don't you always...do...?" Yang Xiaoqing only said half a sentence.
"Please don't mention other people, okay? Mrs. Zhang! Otherwise..." I interrupted her.
"Oh~! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it!...I..."
"Okay, it's good that you didn't mention it..."
I didn't expect Yang Xiaoqing to be so tactless, which almost made me stop and ignore her. But then I thought about it: her question wasn't wrong; Ling Hailun and she were close friends, and they probably already shared private information; so when Yang Xiaoqing "expressed" her feelings for me on the phone, she also thought of Ling Hailun, which was a normal thought. However, I had to intervene to maintain the privacy between doctor and patient, which was unavoidable.
But it still affected my mood during our conversation; the initial sensuality dissipated, replaced by an awkward atmosphere…
“Really, I… I’m so sorry!… I’m so sorry!” Yang Xiaoqing continued to apologize.
“It’s alright, it’s okay…” I comforted her.
Although I said that, my mind was drawn back to my first meeting with Ling Hailun. It was because I intentionally or unintentionally touched her firm breasts while massaging her neck and shoulders. Her encouraging smile, her unbuttoning of her shirt, and her pulling my hand to her full, round bra ignited a burning desire within me. We quickly ripped off each other’s clothes and had our first sexual encounter on the sofa.
Once it happened, it happened again. Since then, Ling Hailun came to my clinic every week, ostensibly for psychological therapy, but in reality, it was just to enjoy each other and satisfy her sexual desires in the consultation room! As a psychologist, I naturally reached a consensus with her afterwards: the physical intimacy between the two of us should not be related to the psychotherapy I was providing; discussions about sex should only focus on sensory experiences and techniques, completely excluding any emotional connection.
In fact, based on my professional judgment, Ling Hailun had absolutely no need for psychoanalysis or psychotherapy.
Her optimistic and cheerful personality, her easygoing and carefree attitude towards life, made her emotionally stable and balanced; the only problem was that her husband had been in Taiwan for many years, leaving her feeling bored and naturally seeking an outlet for her physical needs. And I became the obvious choice without a second thought.
Now, however, because Ling Hailun and Yang Xiaoqing are close friends, I have become the target of their questioning, forced to explain the nature of my relationship with one patient to another; this has led to my cold and displeased reaction to Yang Xiaoqing, a complicated situation that was completely unexpected.
Fortunately, she was sensible and apologized promptly; I, too lazy to argue with her, simply said, "Never mind, it's okay..."
Falling from a sensual atmosphere into an awkward situation, Yang Xiaoqing was clearly extremely anxious, repeatedly apologizing and saying sorry on the phone. Feeling that continuing the argument would be unbecoming of me, I changed my tone and gently reassured her, telling her not to take it to heart; telling her: I said it's okay, and it's okay!
"Really? Dr. Johnston, you're really not angry with me?... " she pressed, still unconvinced.
"Yes, Mrs. Zhang!... I'm really not angry."
"Then... that's good, otherwise, I'd be completely naked in bed, not knowing what to do!"
"You can roll around on the sheets! Didn't you just say they felt smooth and comfortable, very sexy?"
"But rolling around alone, with no one to keep me company, how can I create any romance?!" Her sweet voice returned.
"Try it! And tell me how you do it?" I suggested.
"Oh~! Okay, I...I'll try..."
I imagined her sweetly nodding in agreement.
"...I started swaying left and right...my whole body; like tossing and turning in bed, so restless and unbearable, wriggling and touching myself with my hands; um~! My legs are wide open again!...Oh~~! I'm starting to think about how passionately and enthusiastically I shook my butt at you on that leather sofa!...
"...Oh my god! I'm hot again!...My stomach is sore and bloated, and I'm wet again! Oh~ Johnston!
The other day, on the sofa...I put my wet hole in front of you and let you massage me,
did you...like that?..."
"Yeah, it looked very sexy." I praised.
"...When you were just rubbing the flesh outside my hole and my clitoris with your fingers, did you ever think about inserting them, inserting them into my vagina, poking and prodding?"
"Um~According to a man's thoughts, of course I did." I admitted frankly.
"Oh~Oh!" …That's what I guessed too; Dr., so you wanted to poke me back then? …”
“I was working then, so I didn’t…” I answered truthfully.
“And afterwards? …You only thought about it afterwards, Dr.? …”
“Hmm…” [How should I answer?] “…You must have wanted to poke me afterwards, right?” [Overly aggressive.] “Hey, Mrs. Zhang! Are you… still rolling around?” I changed the subject and asked her.
“Yes! …Rolling around, it’s so, so good! Ah~, Johnston! I wish you were here right now, seeing how miserable I am! …I hope you can’t help but massage me, massage me by poking me! …Oh~! Dr., Dr.!! …”
“Alright, alright, Mrs. Zhang! …Stop rolling around, and don’t think of yourself as so pitiful! Quickly bend your legs and spread them wide apart…”
“Oh~! Dr., Dr.!” Are you going to poke me? Oh! ...Oh! !"
“Yes, it’s time to go in!” I told her firmly.
“Ah~! Dr.! Then hurry up and go in! I, I’ve been waiting long enough!”
I couldn’t help but sigh, “Ah~! Mrs. Zhang…”
“Ah~, yes! Yes, go in!… Ah~, ah, ah~~!!… Hello~ hello, hello~ hello!… Oh~! Dr. Johnston! I’ve missed you so much!!”
Her sobs came through the receiver, mumbled, “…I’ve missed you so much… I feel… I love you so much!!”
Yang Xiaoqing’s screams.
************************** To be honest, the kind of passionate, sensual conversations Yang Xiaoqing had with a man on the phone are very common and normal behavior between lovers. Many couples, unable to meet often or have the opportunity to make love at any time, resort to exchanging sweet nothings over the phone, which is inherently a romantic and wonderful thing.
But now, Yang Xiaoqing, due to emotional turmoil and slight mental imbalance, has come to me, her psychologist, as the man she needs and the object of her sexual desires. This shows that she is trapped in a mental predicament, unable to resolve her psychological obstacles, find her true self, and understand what she truly wants. This leads her to seize any opportunity for temporary relief, clinging to it and becoming emotionally dependent on it, like a drowning person grabbing at any floating weed, believing it to be a savior…
As for her desperate cries of "love," while they shouldn't be taken literally, they still hold immense significance for her and even for the direction of her entire life's pursuits; they are crucial indicators and important references for her continued psychotherapy. At this moment, it is absurd and contradictory for me, her psychologist, to act like a hypothetical lover, engaging in simulated physical intimacy with her over the phone.
I believe many doctors, including myself, could easily, if they simply wanted to appease Yang Xiaoqing, but it's unnecessary.
First: She's a female patient, and more importantly, a woman. As a male psychologist, it's physiologically impossible to avoid female physical stimulation and sexual responses. Therefore…
Second: Yang Xiaoqing is inherently a very attractive and sexy woman, so…
for a doctor who can access a woman's body or mind, trying to take advantage of Yang Xiaoqing is incredibly easy; and frankly, the temptation is quite strong and difficult to resist.
Especially now, she's almost naked on the bed, and I'm on my own bed; listening to her passionate cries while imagining her description of the sexual act, and her current appearance and expression…
naturally, it's hard to suppress my sexual urges towards her!
**********
...
“Mrs. Zhang!? Tell me!”
“…Hiss, hiss…, oh…, I don’t know, I don’t know!…Please…don’t ask anymore, okay?
I, oh…!…I’m almost coming out!…Ah, ah…Baby, you…”
The phone receiver carried Yang Xiaoqing’s sobs, convulsions, and involuntary cries amidst her whimpers. From her intermittent, gasping breaths, bursts of high-pitched moans erupted. In my mind, I saw her lying on the bed, frantically masturbating, on the verge of orgasm.
“Ah, ah…Baby, you definitely don’t want me…to come so quickly!…I also want to not…not so quickly, but I’m holding back so much I can’t hold back anymore…Ah, ah…” she cried out in one breath.
“…Just pull out already!” I immediately interrupted her.
It was truly amazing; with my shout, Yang Xiaoqing’s orgasmic waves were suppressed and didn’t erupt! And the moans and soft groans in the receiver gradually subsided and weakened, calming down considerably. Finally, her voice softened into a sweet, coquettish murmur, "Oh~ Dr. Johnston!... You, you're so, so good!...
You... you're so good at poking and playing! Just one command and I obediently followed. ... You know what? Just now I kept going up, going up to welcome you; my butt kept lifting up, lifting it so high...
... That, that made me get excited so fast, so fast, I almost came out. ... Luckily you knew to stop me just from the sound of the phone, and stopped me immediately. ... Otherwise, I would have been finished! Hehe..."
Yang Xiaoqing actually laughed; her heart was clearly full of joy, or at least she had a good sense of humor. I said smugly, "...Hehe, you know how amazing I am now, Mrs. Zhang!?"
"I know~, I've known for a long time!...You're really amazing!" Her tone was full of praise, and she said in a coquettish voice, "Dr., you know what? What I like most...is a conqueror, a big man who can dominate in bed!
As soon as I meet that kind of man, I feel a strong desire to be conquered by him. Before we even get into bed, I feel like I've lost all my ability to resist and will let him do whatever he wants to me, and at the same time, my body will become incredibly excited!..."
"So...?" I asked, while rubbing my penis.
"...So sometimes I wonder if I have...masochistic tendencies?...If a man is even slightly assertive, I feel like I want to become a little white rabbit, letting him do whatever he wants to me!
...So, Dr. Johnston, have you...noticed this about me too?... "
"Huh?..." Unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, Yang Xiaoqing wanted me to analyze it for her: "What are you asking?... "
"I'm asking if I have masochistic tendencies?... " She really wanted to know.
But I didn't want to explain the complicated reasons anymore. Yes, Yang Xiaoqing had to pay the extra charges for this phone call; but this so-called "emergency interview," which had long since turned into a simulated sex "porn call," could no longer include any psychological analysis!
"...You, no, Mrs. Zhang, what were you thinking?!"
"...Oh, that's good!...Then, Dr,..."
"Stop with the 'that' and 'that', Mrs. Zhang! Be a good girl and hug your legs, open them wide, I want to fuck you as much as I want!
Thrust hard, thrust into your uterus, pound the warm flesh inside!...Is it open yet? Tell me quickly!..." "
...It's open, it's wide open again!...Ah, ah~! Baby~...Thrust, thrust into my uterus, pound the flesh inside!...Ah, ah~~! You...pounded me to death, it feels so...so good!..."
"You love this kind of hard thrusting, don't you?..."
“Yes, yes~!… I love it so much… I love it so much, I love this… hard thrusting style of yours
so much!…” Yang Xiaoqing responded loudly, her excited expression reverberating in my mind, making me even more excited. I imagined my erect penis thrusting more and more urgently and violently, deeply ramming into her honeyed vulva like a blooming flower, as if churning and scooping out an inexhaustible stream of lustful fluid, flowing all over our genitals during intercourse, slap, slap, squelching, chattering sounds…
“Ah, baby Dr.~, lover!… Just thrust me to death!” The shout from the microphone was deafening.
“Mrs. Zhang, you are such a sexy, wanton, slutty and wanton woman!” I praised her.
“…Then you…are a truly invincible, incredibly powerful man!” she praised in return, then continued, “…Oh my god, you…that amazing penis of yours has almost pounded me to pieces!…My God, how can you be so good, so mighty!?…
Just imagining it makes me dizzy and out of my mind. If I actually slept with you that day, wouldn’t you steal my soul and take my life!?…” she spoke in a very refined and elegant manner.
So I asked, “Tell me, what is the scene you imagine?”
"...Imagine it?...Of course it's different from the real thing....It's me lying on the leather sofa, being poked hard from behind by you, it's so stimulating, so crazy!" She was imagining herself in the clinic.
"But what about the real thing?"
"The real thing is me on the bed, thrusting really hard into my own hole!...Oh~ Dr.!
You know what?...The thing you put inside me...it's really big, really big, really hard!..."
"What thing? What kind of thing did you use?" I started imagining Yang Xiaoqing on the bed again.
"Sigh, I can't say, I...I can't say it!..." she stammered.
"You have to tell me, so I can know!"
"...I, I used a...a...vibrator..." she stammered.
"A plastic...vibrator?" I pressed, wanting to see that scene.
"Yes!...A plastic...vibrator!..." I could almost see her pursed lips, responding shyly.
“Well, there’s nothing to be ashamed of!… Mrs. Zhang; didn’t you tell me before… to use a vibrator for masturbation?”
“But, but this one… isn’t the original one… it’s another one… bigger and thicker!
Ugh, I really can’t say it, it’s so embarrassing!…”
I imagined the “other vibrator” she was using, and pressed, “Bigger… what kind of vibrator?”
“…Oh my! It’s a bigger plastic… dildo, a fake penis!!” she had to answer.
“…Because my ex… my boyfriend gave me a vibrator; it’s the kind you can buy at department stores and pharmacies, it’s battery-operated, white, and straight; but because it was too sharp and slippery, it didn’t feel very good every time I used it;… So after I told him, he went to a sex shop and bought one… the kind that looks exactly like a real person…
“… He said it was a New Year’s gift for me, so I could use it when I missed him. …Well, at the time, I really couldn’t accept this kind of thing; I said, oh my, how disgusting!” " Nobody would use it!
... But he insisted, so I had to accept the New Year's gift; however, I specifically emphasized that on the way home, I would still throw it out the car window, because I really couldn't keep such a thing at home! ... Especially, if my husband or housekeeper found out that I was secretly hiding such an unsightly... tool, wouldn't I be so ashamed that I wouldn't even have time to dig a hole to hide in!?"
[Translator's note: Please refer to sections 26 and 27 of "Xiaoqing's Story". The scenario described there is slightly different from this: whether she was truly ashamed and insisted on throwing away the dildo
is unknown. But this proves that even if she emphasized it, she didn't actually do it afterwards.] Yang Xiaoqing started shyly, but then spoke candidly and frankly about the origin of her use of a plastic dildo for masturbation; showing how many secrets she had, she eagerly hoped to share with someone, no, with her intimate lover. At this moment, I, her therapist, though now a projection of the man in her heart, had a clearer imagination of her: imagining her bringing home things she'd be ashamed to throw away, lying to her lover, and masturbating in bed with a plastic dildo in her small hands; imagining herself on the sofa being penetrated from behind while masturbating with her; it was as if I were seeing two Yang Xiaoqings at the same time: two equally sexy and incredibly alluring women!
And I couldn't help but become more and more excited.
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"What are you doing?... And what about that thing? Is it inside or out?"
"Oh my god, Dr. Johnston!... You're so mean, I'm not talking to you anymore! Hehe..."
"You dare call me mean, huh? Why won't you tell me? Why are you laughing?"
"...Because you only care about that thing, wondering if it's inside me; if I don't tell you, you can't imagine it!... I call you mean because you keep asking me questions but don't tell me what you're doing or thinking? It makes it impossible for me to imagine you.... You know, that's not fair!"
"Oh, I see!" She suddenly realized that Yang Xiaoqing was right.
"...So!...You also need to tell people what you're wearing and what you've taken off?...And, is your thing also swollen and hard? So that when people miss you, they have some basis for their thoughts, hmm~?
...Dr. Johnston, okay?... "
...Okay! I really can't resist you...I'm wearing a bathrobe right now~, nothing underneath; holding a dick in my hand, listening to you describe the incredibly erotic scenes while rubbing myself..."
"...Oh~! Baby, is yours the same as this six-inch one? Thick and long?"
To satisfy Yang Xiaoqing's curiosity, I said, "More than six inches, mine is thicker and bigger!"
Her coquettish response was incredibly sweet: "Oh~ I'm so happy!...You know what? I need something bigger to truly satisfy me!...Oh~ baby~!...While you're rubbing, are you also hoping I'll do something special to make you happy? That will make you want to poke me even more?...I really want to make you happy!..."
“Okay, change your position, kneel on the bed and stick your ass up…”
“Oh~ Dr.! You know what? That’s my favorite position!” Yang Xiaoqing exclaimed.
“It’s also my favorite position to watch you!” I told her frankly.
“Oh~ Dr., Dr.! We’re so in sync, it’s wonderful, wonderful!”
“Hmm, Mrs. Zhang, are you in the right position?”
“Yes, I’ve been in the right position for a long time!… Dr., do you want to come in… come in and fuck me again?…”
“Hmm, I want to fuck you!… Mrs. Zhang, spread your ass apart!”
“… Ah~, I’ve spread them apart! I’ve already spread them apart automatically, and I’ve been shaking and twisting!…”
“… Hmm!” I couldn’t help but rub my penis hard.
“Ah!… Ah~! Dr.,… Dr.~! Ah, fuck me! Fuck me!… Ah~!”
Then, Yang Xiaoqing’s bright voice rang out like a silver bell through the telephone receiver; it sounded wonderful and moving to my ears.
I responded with low growls, praising her unparalleled sexiness, stunning beauty, and alluring charm capable of captivating any man in the world; this encouraged her, making her even more passionate and excited, calling out and cheering incessantly… [I won't describe this almost incoherent groaning and shouting further.] Finally, through vivid imagination and intense masturbation, we both reached climax simultaneously.
Then, panting and moaning softly, we relaxed…
murmuring words of mutual admiration and praise… tenderly
cuddling each other in increasingly dreamlike tones…
reluctant to say goodnight, we thanked each other…
until our eyelids drooped and we drifted off to sleep…
I still smiled, thinking: Being a therapist is great!
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I think introducing Yang Xiaoqing from multiple perspectives makes her more vivid and lifelike; even if you can't see her and can only imagine her, you can almost grasp and touch her; not to mention hearing her sweet, seductive voice and lewd words when she's excited.
Speaking of "voices," one must mention Yang Xiaoqing's excitement during lovemaking and the beautiful, naturally flowing moans, all of which are captured in this telephone recording. Because you can't see or touch her, the imagination based solely on her voice feels even more enchanting and stimulating, doesn't it?
You see, I, a seemingly respectable psychologist, am talking about obscene things.
Doesn't this prove that men are ultimately just men, nothing more than animals driven by lust?

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