Michael walked into the psychiatrist's office and was greeted with, "Good afternoon, may I help you?" from a young attractive woman with dark hair and olive skin. Her full red lips smiled under her proud nose and his mind tried to refocus on why he was here.
"Um Michael Evans...I have an appointment to see Dr. Willbond."
"Yes Mr. Evans she will be with you in a moment. Please have a seat," she indicated brown leather couch situated against the wall across from her desk. As he moved from the desk he heard her call into the doctor's office on her phone announcing his arrival. He sat down on the couch and found some magazines on a side table. He found golf, car, fishing, and even hunting magazines. He started to wonder if this doctor had any female clients.
"Good day Michael," he looked up to see a middle aged red headed woman wearing a dark skirt suit, black hose and black heels. She was a busty woman and also quite attractive. Michael could only think it might make his reasons for coming to see her all the more difficult.
"Oh...um hello," he filled in after a long pause.
"Please come into my office so we can chat," she motioned to a door beyond the receptionist's desk. Michael got up off the couch and gestured toward the door in kind, " after you." She smiled with a glint in her eye and turned to walk back to her office. He followed taking a look at her shapely calves and then up to the sensual sway of her hips before cursing himself mentally to keep his thoughts more under control.
They went into the office and he saw a desk with two chairs in front of it and a couch similar to the one in the waiting area against the far wall. "Please have a seat here she gestured to one of the chairs in front of the desk. While Michael took his seat she grabbed a pen and pad from her desk and turned the other chair to face him. They sat only a couple of feet apart and Michael could smell her perfume and feel her presence which only caused his thoughts to drift and his eyes to wander to her cleavage before her voice brought him back to attention.
"So let's talk about why you have come to see me Michael," she said matter of factly.
"Well doc..."
"Please call me Vanessa," she interrupted.
"Oh...well Vanessa I think I have a problem...well maybe addiction...I don't know. I just know that I seem to get distracted and attracted more and more to pornography. I know it's a problem...I just came here to try and get some help..." he trailed off.
"That is actually a very common problem for men Michael. I have helped several patience with just such a problem. Most of them are older than you...you are what? Thirty?"
"Almost thirty-three."
"I see. Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yes. We've been dating for a couple of years."
"Yet you still are drawn to pornography?" She uncrossed and recrossed he legs.
"I know...I shouldn't be," he replied stealing a look at her legs after his eyes were drawn by their movement.
"So what types of things do you find yourself looking at?" she asked as she casually rubbed a hand down the front of her leg worrying at something nonexistent on the top of her hose covered foot.
Michael watched her hand move over her leg as he responded," well different things...I mean women...you know..."
"Michael you need to let me know so we can start to zero in on what it is you feel you are missing." Her hand moved slowly back up her leg and Michael's eyes followed it again. "I have an idea if you are willing to try it."
"What is that?" he asked his gaze returning to her face.
"Have you ever tried hypnosis?"
"Like you are becoming very sleepy," he said sarcastically.
"Yes, that's right."
