In couples therapy you will encounter the same basic problems: they begin to live together and their cohabitation does not turn out as expected. They are deeply in love, but passion declines, vanishes even, seemingly without reason; or just inadvertently, they were together for sex for a long time and everything fell apart, because of monotony or simply because neither is enough for the other.
Just once, I dealt with a lesbian couple; I had just finished the session with a Buddhist girl, she had tried Catholicism, Christianity, even Islam, and now I had finally found the genuine path, the ideal. She came to me seeking to improve in meditation after trying on the floor below with the yoga girls, but did not make it, did not reach the 'supreme' state she felt she needed.
In our therapy. She stroked her clitoris, excited, while I masturbated in front of her open mouth and waiting tongue. Cumming in her mouth, I could see my fluids splash against her uvula, she swallowed every drop and sucked her fingers, which were dripping with her own juice. Upon awakening, her cheeks reddened.
From there to her house the arousal would grow in intensity, she would have to masturbate to keep her composure, again and again and again, ever more horny and less conscious, forcing her into a trance-like state. There, between sleep and wakefulness, visions of divine beings, lotus flowers, dragons and monks would flood her mind. Before leaving that 'metaphysical state', she would see herself in a temple giving her ass to the monks, just when some cock is about to touch her, wake up.
She wipes the sweat from her hands against her clothes.
"Before you leave, in the next session, we will make an interpretation of your dreams. I am not a 'spiritual guide' and I know little about Buddhism in general, but thanks to dealing with many patients, I know that dreams are an important part of the psyche. There may be some blockage there."
There is always a certain taste in directing the unconscious notions of my patients, from casual conversation, to punctuate what she should pay attention to, what will most influence her 'a posteriori' behavior.
"I don't know, my dreams have been strange ... lately. Sometimes I can't tell if I'm asleep or awake, but as the days progress the details slip away from me and ... I do not know if I feel comfortable expressing them ... they are really weird."
As she pronounced the last word of the phrase, she bit her left corner lower lip, staggering in the middle of a hidden lust and a desire to express it.
"I would recommend that you write them down, even if only for yourself. Just tell me what you can express; the more details you have, the better I can help you. Have a good weekend and I'll see you next week!"
She fumbled in her cloth backpack and pulled out a book "Buddhism For Dummies."
"This is for you, it's basic, but if you're interested, you can read it. Take it as a thank you for all the help you are giving me."
"Uh, thank you, I'll look at it."
She crossed herself (still tied to her old habits) and left.
The couple entered, the thinner one sat on the left edge of the divan, and the other on the right.
"Do you want to go first?" The one on the left said.
"Why not start it off yourself?" The other replied.
"Do I always have to?"
"... .."
"... .."
"Mmn, it's fine, sorry for the scene. My name is Alexa and this is ... "
"I'm Clara, and she's a bit.."
She did not complete the sentence before a fiery look from Alexa silenced her. Clara, more uninhibited, shook the sandals off her feet, and lifted one of her legs, playing with her toes, now with her foot resting on the sofa. Alexa frowning and with arms crossed, conveyed a sense of anger. Both did, but Clara seemed to enjoy the situation.
"She thinks we should give ourselves another chance," Clara exclaimed nonchalantly.
"We think."
"Don't lump me in with you, I'm still mystified by how you managed to convince me to come."
"At least give me a chance to fix this, it was a mistake, I'm sorry."
"Ha! Did little miss bi girl 'accidentally' fall on Tony's cock?"
They continued like that for a long time, so I'll summarize: Tony was a mutual ex-friend of both, it turns out that Alexa is bisexual, there was a party, she was already pretty smashed thanks to her low tolerance for alcohol. Tony, an athletic young man who was studying medicine, took her to the bathroom to 'help' her. Clara worried about Alexa, entered without knocking and was treated to the sight of her happily riding Tony. A repentant Alexa begged Clara to forgive her.
"You're not a saint either, Clara! Do you think I forgot your involvement with Valeria? Do you think I have not heard about your adventures with other women? "
"Oh, Alexa! Women, not men. I never said you couldn't go out with other women."
"I never forbade you from seeing other men."
