hypnoswriter:
“ I felt the voice washing over me. Like a wave, washing in new thoughts and desires and washing out my old worries and stress. Each word seemed to make the world fade more, and it felt as thought I were sinking right through the couch...

hypnoswriter:

I felt the voice washing over me. Like a wave, washing in new thoughts and desires and washing out my old worries and stress. Each word seemed to make the world fade more, and it felt as thought I were sinking right through the couch that supported my body’s weight.

The doctor had come highly recommended. A brilliant therapist who had helped my sister get over her fear of flying with only a handful of sessions. My own issues with sexual intimacy had been serious enough that I had to break off my engagement when my fiancee had finally gotten tired of never getting past first base.

My first session all the doctor had had me do was look at a metronome’s pendulum as it swung back and forth. An hour later I was leaving his office convinced I’d wasted my money. Now I can’t get enough, and the time between each appointment seems so long.

All he does as I enter his office is start the pendulum swinging, and the metronome ticking back and forth and I sink down onto the couch. His voice fills my ears, and clears my thoughts.

I remember little else after that. But I’m getting better. I’m starting to have sexual fantasies for the first time. I’m embarrassed to admit they’re about my therapist, but I’m sure he gets that a lot. He’s very handsome and so very commanding.

I listen as his voice washes over me like a wave. Washing in new thoughts and desires and washing out my old worries and stress. 

(via hypnoswriter)