For the next week every night was the same. I would wake up around midnight in a sweat, screaming, and covered in cum. And it was a weird amount of it too. Not animated porn cumflation amounts but still enough i was having to strip my sheets almost every night. My days though were super productive despite the weird nights. I had written several good scripts for some YouTube episodes and podcasts and actually managed to get my website up and running exactly the way I wanted. My day job to fund my living expenses was less of a pain in the ass.
For some reason everyone just seemed to be a little nicer to me. Trish, who was arguably the hottest boss I had ever had, I think even flirted with me once or twice. Probably just my imagination honestly. She always wore shirts that made her cleavage look great but with a chest like hers even if she was wearing a turtleneck her breasts would be very easy to spot.
Anyway, like I was saying life was going well except for the night terrors. Which was why I was explaining all of this to my therapist in detail.
"Like I can't remember anything Doc it's just I wake up and just, fuck you know.." I said laying on the couch.
Doctor Patricia Alburque sat in her leather chair across from me. She wore a well tailored suit that made her pretty slender body look tight and appealing. She had straight blonde hair and an angular face. Her lips were nice and full though, and if she had bigger tits I probably would masturbate to her sucking me off.
"Well Drake it sounds like maybe you could benefit from maybe some deeper cognitive therapy, or perhaps some hypnotherapy," She said. She took a few notes in her file on me and then closed it up. She leaned forward and laced her fingers, placing her weight forward, leaning on her crossed legs. It gave me the slightest peak of cleavage down her shirt.
"I guess I will try anything once," I said, "So how does this work exactly?"
"Well you need to close your eyes and relax," she said. I followed her instructions. Closing my eyes and then began trying to relax with deep breaths. "Now I want you to focus on....how I would look sucking your fat cock." The second half of her sentence sounded strange like it was coming from her but not her.
"Say that second part again?" I said opening my eyes and looking over my feet at her.
"I said focus on the night you had the terror Drake." She had an expression that felt very much like a woman not surprised a man hadn't listened to what she said.
"Oh okay." I said sheepishly. I closed my eyes again and began breathing deeply. Need to cut back on the porn I thought to myself.
"Now focus on that night. Tell me what you were doing leading up to the night terror," She said. I heard the folder open again and her pen clicked.
I was a little hesitant to tell her but it was all confidential anyway right. "I was watching porn and masturbating."
