Nadia’s lustful desires shared with her psychiatrist

Nadia sighed as she reclined on the psychiatrist’s couch, her plush bottom sinking into the soft leather. Dr. Stevens, a tall, silver-haired gentleman with a calm demeanor, sat across from her, pen and paper in hand. Nadia knew she had to be honest about the video she had shared with him, her most intimate desires laid bare for his analysis.

“I’ve never shown this to anyone before,” Nadia began, her voice trembling slightly. “I was so ashamed of my… cravings.”

Dr. Stevens nodded encouragingly. “Remember, Nadia, there is no judgment here. My role is to help you understand and accept your desires, not to condemn them.”

Nadia took a deep breath and began to speak. “In the video, I’m a sexy 1950s pin-up girl, all curves and confidence. I saunter into a smoky lounge, all red lips and torpedo breasts straining against a low-cut white dress. The men watch me hungrily, their eyes roving over my hourglass figure.

I pick one – a tall, dark-haired guy in a crisp suit. He stands up and I lead him through a curtained doorway into a dimly lit room. As soon as the curtain falls, I press against him, my mouth finding his in a hungry kiss.

His hands roam my body, kneading my abundant flesh. I gasp as he captures a nipple between his fingers, rolling it until it hardens under his touch. I grind against him, feeling his hardness through his trousers.

With a shove, I bend him over the divan, hiking up my skirt to give him a glimpse of my lace-covered crotch. I smack his ass, enjoying the firmness of his muscles. “What a naughty boy,” I purr. “Waiting until I’m ready.”

I unzip his fly and pull out his cock, stroking it until it’s fully erect. I sink to my knees, taking him into my mouth. He groans as I suck his length, my tongue swirling around the tip. I take him deep, feeling him touch the back of my throat.

After a few minutes, I let him slip from my mouth. Rising to my feet, I unlace my dress and let it slip to the floor, revealing my buxom figure in a lacy bra and panties. I remove my bra, freeing my heaving breasts. Pushing him onto the divan, I climb on top, straddling him reverse cowgirl style, my round bottom on full display.

I peel off my panties, throwing them aside. With one hand, I reach back to spread my ass cheeks, revealing my tight pink holes. The sight makes him groan. I reach back to stroke his cock, teasing it against my asshole.

Slowly, I lower myself, allowing just the tip to breach my tight ring. The stretch makes me moan. Then I sink down, down, down until he is buried hilt-deep in my ass. He grips my hips hard as I begin to move, bouncing on his cock. My ass jiggles with every thrust, the obscene slap of skin against skin filling the room.

He pistons into me from below, hitting depths I’ve never felt before. I cry out, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder,” I demand. “Fuck my ass.”

He complies, pounding into me so hard the divan shakes. My orgasm builds, coiling in my belly like a snake ready to strike. And then it hits, a blinding flash of pleasure so intense I nearly black out. My ass clenches around him, milking his cock.

He follows soon after, erupting deep inside me. I can feel his Seed filling me, marking me as his. Finally, I slump forward, spent. He holds me, stroking my hair as we catch our breath.

And that’s the end of the video. But that’s just one of many fantasies I’ve created in my mind, doctor.”

Dr. Stevens put down his pen, a thoughtful look on his face. “Nadia, your fantasies are perfectly normal. Everyone has them. They’re a way for your mind to explore desires it would be socially unacceptable to act on in real life.

It’s clear from your video that you have a particular interest in anal sex, BDSM elements like spanking, and sexual power play. You’ve also explored a retro pin-up aesthetic, which suggests you may enjoy the admiration and worship of the male gaze, being objectified for your curves.

The fact that you’ve fantasized about these things is nothing to be ashamed of. What’s important is that you’re comfortable with your desires and feel you have a safe outlet for them, be it through fantasy alone, or if you so choose, in a consensual relationship.”

Nadia let out a shaky sigh, relief evident on her face. “Thank you, doctor. You’ve no idea how much this means to me. I feel so much better knowing I’m not some kind of pervert.”

Dr. Stevens shook his head. “Absolutely not. You’re a normal, healthy, consenting adult who has explored her sexual desires. That’s all.”

Nadia smiled shyly as she rose from the couch and headed for the door. “Thank you again. I feel so much better.”

As she walked out, Dr. Stevens couldn’t help but admire her swaying hips and the brief glimpse of her round ass before the door closed behind her. Nadia was right, there was nothing wrong with exploring her fantasies, even if he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire at them himself.