TEMPTATIONS OF THE SEX THERAPIST

BY MANDISI PATIENCE NCUBE

Fictional 2019 mandisimncube@gmail.com

Chapter 1
As the first in her family to go to university, she was thrilled and she knew she would
end her family ‘s poverty life. After finishing high school, she applied for a scholarship
with confidence as she had managed to get 15 points in the arts subjects. Her mother
wanted her to be a lawyer, her father wanted her to be a politician but she was not the
kind of girl who would want to study the popular subjects, that every Jack and Jill in
Zimbabwe was doing, she wanted a unique course. After high school, she would spend
most of her time watching Dr Phil, Steve Harvey and Oprah. She enjoyed their shows
and wished that one day she will have her own show, be like them and help people
through their emotional psychological dysfunctions. Her parents wouldn’t understand
why she wanted to study counselling. In Zimbabwe, counselling was not much of a
great impact, people could not understand it and its market was still low but she
believed that she would make a difference and change the counselling association in
Zimbabwe.

She had applied for six scholarships, two in Zimbabwe, three in the United States of
America and one in south Africa. She got all the six scholarships. They were all full
scholarships which included a large amount of living allowances except for the one’s in
Zimbabwe. In Zimbabwe the options were to study a degree in law and development
studies, in south Africa, the option was to study diploma in public relations which she
had no interest in, and in America, one was for counselling psychology degree which
was her dream and the two were international relations degrees. Her parents were so
proud of her and they advised her to take the international relation as it was paying
degree and its job market was high, even in her country. They were happy, they
pictured her being an ambassador or a senior member of the parliament. She saw the
happiness in her parents and she didn’t want to disappoint them, she agreed to
international relations. Instead of accepting the international relations course like she
had promised her parents, she chose her counselling psychology course, which had
always been her fantasy and dream, and she knew she was making the right decision.
That was the advantage of having old school parents who never understood technology,
they could not even review her application, they thought her word was enough. Her
parents trusted her a lot, she was their innocent girl.
Her name was Linda Ndlovu, tall approximately 6,86m, a little light in complexion. Her
natural African black hair amplified her beauty, she loved her hair, took good care of it:
used different kinds of natural traditional herbs just to make it look like that of pretty. Her
strawberry small lips made her fall in love with herself to the extent that she thought she
was not her father’s daughter. Most probably her mother cheated with a coloured. Linda
felt half black, half coloured, she did not mind if her mother had cheated, her beauty
mattered. Her elegant, winning personality, soothing voice and her sexy beautiful brown
eyes made her feel more sophisticated and more thankful for her beauty. Linda was
proud of her body and believed that she was going to be the face of the true African
beauty in the American soil and they would probably be jealous of her beauty, she
thought and cracked a little smile at the corner of her lips.
Time came for Linda to go to USA, she made her goodbyes promised her parents to
buy them a big beautiful house and plenty cars. The Ndlovu’s were happy, they had
raised an intelligent woman. Linda was happy to go to USA, one of the biggest reasons
why she was happy was that she did not have a boyfriend at home, so she was not tied
up to anything in Zimbabwe, except her parents. Linda promised her parents that she
would be a good girl and will never let them down.
Upon her arrival in the United states of America, she made good friends who were
focused with school and this boosted her zeal to study more. Linda was always at the
top of her class. Her lecturers loved her, they admired her interest in counselling at a
young age. During her 2nd year at the university, one of her lectures decided to refer her
to some counselling institution as an intern. Her lecturer knew she would learn more
about the course in practice and would make a good competent therapist in the future.
The first institution that she worked for focused on children. She was only observing
what other therapist did and also worked in the reception. It did not pay much but it
helped her understand counselling more and it would help her resume look good. Her
lecturer also referred her to the national AIDS counselling, the suicide prevention unit,
the lesbian and gay communities and Linda liked what she learnt from those
organizations.
The students referred to her as the female version of the great father of psychology
Sigmund freud. All she did in her spare time was to research, criticize theories and
hoped that one day she will come up with her own theory. Her critics made her
understand the human mind in an extra-ordinary way that other students could not
understand. With her part time internships money, she managed to buy her parents a
house. It was not a big house, but it was something that they could brag about. She
wanted to make them proud.
4 years passed, Linda graduated with an upper-class degree, she was prouder of
herself. Her dreams would now be fulfilled, she would be a better person in life and she
would change the world of counselling back in her country. All she wanted to do was
save enough money to advocate for a better counselling service in Zimbabwe. The
university offered her another scholarship to do her masters in any field she preferred.
She also had plenty of job offers from the organizations she worked for but she turned
them down because she knew there will be more job offers with a high pay when she
finishes her masters’ degree. Linda chose to continue with her counselling psychology
degree. She chose to major in sex and marriage therapy, and immediately got a part
time job as a secretary to one of the organizations which focused on sex, family and
marriage counselling. They allowed her to practice minor cases with help of the
supervisor and she turned out to be a great therapist especially in sex therapy. When
she finished her one-year masters’ degree, Linda was employed by that organization as
a qualified sex therapist. It was called the FMSC firm (family, marriage and sex
counselling). She did good in helping people with sexual and marriage problems. The
people she helped reviewed the organization as one of the best in therapy services. To
her disappointment her dating relationships were bad and her friends would laugh at her
as to why she wouldn’t use her counselling techniques to fix her relationships. It wasn’t
easy, she was not good with managing her own relationships. She was a therapist, she
thought she knew everything, she thought she could manage her love life, but she did it
wrong. Men never loved to be told about carl Jung theories. Her men never wanted
counselling when they were on a date, she used it wrongly and couldn't realize that she
herself needed counselling for her relationships. Poor Linda, she remained single and
yet fixed a lot of marriages.
Chapter 2
Working for long hours and listening to some people ‘s miseries drained her energy. she
became stressed and would go to the bar to drink her worries away. She thought a
bottle of beer would relax her. “who needs a man when there is beer”, she thought, but
who was she fooling, herself of course. When she got home she would feel lonelier, she
had no man in her life and the men that she met were either married or didn’t want
commitment.
‘You always talk to those people with sexual problems or needs, doesn’t it affect your
libido ‘, her friend Miller asked.
Miller loved to talk to Linda using counselling language. Miller thought it was somewhat
intelligent especially when she wanted to boost around. Miller was a lawyer and her job
was stressful too, but to her, it was far much better than Linda ‘s. Miller was an
American, a beautiful black woman, talkative and law suited her. Miller and
Linda had gone to the bar after work, to drink their sorrows away.
‘Seriously Miller, is that your question, I do this job because I love it and the answer to
that stupid question of yours is that it doesn’t, I’m trained professional I can handle
myself’, she took a sip of her drink and focused her attention to the television, she knew
she had lied to her friend and she knew Miller was not going to agree to that. The bar
was full of men, mostly old men. Linda and Miller were the only women, even the
bartender was a man. They loved going to this old men's bar because there were low
chances that there will be men hitting on them. Linda and Miller preferred being alone
when they were tired from work. They loved it when men approached them and only
when they were in their best moods.
Soft country songs were playing, the surrounding was very old but it was relaxing. It was
around 7pm, the night was still young, partly the reason why they were only old men in
the bar. Young people loved going to the bars late at night, 10pm was the time that they
arrive and some left in the morning. Old people would come at 5pm and leave at 8am,
they got tired very fast.
The therapy talks especially with men who complained about not getting enough
satisfaction from their partners made Linda feel uncomfortable. She would crave for sex
to the extent that she got sick.
Her hand was tired of doing a man’s job every day, she wanted the real thing. The
vibrator wasn’t warm enough. The vibrator did not have hands to touch her breasts or
kiss her. Linda wanted a man, even a one-night stand would do. Linda thought of the
things that she would do to her man, things she could do better in bed, things that men
wanted, she knew all about that and she had mmemorized good sexual moves but they
were just in her memory, they were not practised.
‘You need a man in your life Linda, we are not leaving this bar until you flirt with
someone, and get laid', Miller said as if she was Linda’s behavioural therapist. Miller
wanted to remove Linda’s undesirable behaviour of not having sex and replace it with
the desired behaviour of having sex
“There are old men in the bar Miller, who will I sleep with”, Linda questioned her friend.
“They are not all old, the bartender is young, the bouncer is young and ooh look at that
guy, he has been staring at you for the past 50 minutes’. Miller said pointing to a well-
dressed man in the corner, tall, dark, handsome with Trey Songs’ face and those juicy
lips that made every woman in the world crush on him. He wore an expensive watch
and a formal white shirt with no tie. It was a simple shirt, but on him it looked more
expensive than Versace clothes. Their eyes met as Linda looked at him, she felt like
she had clashed her eyes with the God of desire. He starred at her without blinking, nor
smiling, but his facial cue showed that he had interest in Linda. He was everything that
Linda had dreamed of or was it the lack of sex that made her view this guy as the one.
She shifted her attention to Miller,
‘How do you know that he was looking at me Miller for the past 50 minutes”, Linda
asked.
“Because I have been looking at him for the past 50 mins”, Miller smiled and winked at
the guy.
‘He looks nice, I can do a one-night stand, relationships take long to build especially
when I’m horny like this’. Linda didn’t even believe what she had said, but that could
work, she needed a man for that night, she knew a relationship wouldn’t work. She
wondered why she had so much interest in this man, what if he was a serial killer or a
human trafficker, she quickly dismissed that thought, she was horny and she needed to
get laid.
“That’s my girl, go get him, he looks handsome, which means he is good too, do him
good, you might keep him” Miller said laughing.
“ooh well that is encouraging Miller”, She took two glasses of wine which boosted her
confidence to go and talk to the guy. Linda had become more beautiful that even other
male therapists at work wished to share the bed with her. At night, she didn’t even look
like a therapist, she looked more like a beautiful, intelligent hooker. She acted like a
hooker because she wanted to escape the professional zone of a counsellor.
Linda left her seat and went to the corner of the bar to talk to her man. He was her man
now, she had to think positively. One old man who was playing poker tried to hit on her
and she just ignored him and kept her focus on the handsome young sexy man.
‘Hi, can I talk to you’, she said as she looked at the well-dressed guy with eyes that
confused her, she thought the guy might not be interested, but she wouldn’t know
unless she tried.
‘Sure, we can go to my office’, the handsome man said. Linda was more confused, she
asked,
‘your office? what do you mean?’.
‘I own the bar, it’s too loud down here and I need a quiet place to listen to a beautiful
lady like you’, the guy said as he stood up and showed Linda way to the office. she felt
at ease, for a moment Linda thought the guy might be a police officer who could have
thought that Linda is a prostitute. Linda followed him, by just looking at him, she could
feel her lady parts getting excited, getting wet and pumping so fast, that she couldn’t
wait to have him touch her. The guy held her hand as they walked to the office upstairs.
‘You look beautiful, and I’m happy that you came to me, I was hesitating, I never like
approaching a lady when she is with her friend, it’s kind of impolite to the other friend’,
he said.
He was a gentleman, he cared about Miller’s feelings. His eyes were getting red, like he
had smoked weed. Linda has always been fond of guys with such eyes and they turned
her even more on than she was. She just smiled as she entered the office, it was a
small neat office with a desk, three chairs, an old computer and pictures of different
kinds of alcohol hung on the wall. She took her coat off, thinking of what to say now,
since she had said she wanted to talk to the guy. The handsome man helped her hang
her coat and Linda started to move to the chairs, she wanted to take a seat and tell the
guy that she liked him. The chair would make her avoid humiliation and strengthen her
when the handsome fellow turned her down. Before she sat down, she turned around to
look at the man who walked behind her and broke the silence.
‘You are doing great with the b... ‘ , she couldn’t finish her sentence as the most
handsome man she had ever seen took off his white shirt, showing his muscular toned
body. His abs were so toned and they looked so yummy, that they left her mouth dry
with amazement and hunger to taste them, feast on them until her mouth couldn’t take
it anymore. Linda had no words, she just looked at his chest. She saw herself waking up
on that chest every morning till death separated them.
He moved closer to her unzipping his trousers. He wore black formal trousers which
looked good on him, not tight, but he looked sexier in them.
‘Let’s not waste time, I know you want me and I want you too’, he said as he leaned
over to kiss her.
Linda bit her lip, her blood ran to her head to her knees and she couldn’t think of what to
do or say, all she wanted was to be touched by this man. The feeling was so enticing,
she wanted him more
‘I want you too’, she said as she leaned to kiss him.
Their lips met, his lips were so warm and tasty, it was like Linda was kissing Trey
Songs. Every woman who has a crush on this singer has visualized kissing him and
they could even tell how his lips taste. He started to undress Linda. She was wearing a
beautiful red formal knee dress, it was tight, it showed her beautiful African ass. She
was an African, she had a great ass, an ass that made men lose their minds. He was
touching her all over her body with his warm hands, he played with her breasts, while
kissing her lips.
Linda's voice came out in a soft moan, “I want you more,” she uttered "I want to feast
on you’.
He kissed her neck still squeezing her breast and nipples. He lifted her and sat her at
the table and finally taking her sexy black lace panties off. He moved his tongue to her
nipples, sucked the other while gentle massaging the other. Her mind was lost in the
pleasures, she let her body take control, her mind was blank, and she was so dripping
wet that she wanted him inside her. He went on to kiss her more gently, licking her all
over, going down to the stomach and going to her lady parts. He used his tongue so
hard on her making sure all the areas are fully satisfied, his fingers touching her in and
out, making her even more wet.
He reminded her of the song by Kelly Rowland and lil wayne, ‘motivation’, he was her
motivation, she just wanted to feel his hands all over her body. He lay her down on the
carpet, continued licking her vagina, touching her breasts, playing with her nipples so
gently as if they were breakable and he did not want to break them. She lay still,
moaning in pleasure, touching his muscular body, feeling him as he entered her with his
tongue. She had missed this and she was loving it, she didn’t care that it was a stranger
whose name she didn't even know, she just let her inner whore take control.
She wanted to feel him inside, but she was also enjoying the tongue and the hands,
until she couldn't take it anymore more, she begged him to take her.
He entered her
She groaned and moaned like it was the best sex she ever had. She looked into his
eyes, they made her want to release all her vaginal juices, she held herself as she
enjoyed his hot big penis inside her. She couldn’t control herself anymore, she released
and to her surprise her hot juices made the guy cum too.
The encounter was mesmerizing, and they lay there breathing heavily. She was happy,
they had switched the music at the bar to electro, bet it was Miller’s idea. The bar
sounded alive and there was a lot of noise in the bar and it was rare that they could
have heard her screams of pleasure. She had slept with a stranger for the first time and
it felt good as if all her work problems had been taken care of, she did not even bother
to ask for his name, she just enjoyed a one-night stand. She stood up, got dressed and
left, the guy did not even try to talk to her, he just lay down there smiling. ‘I’m going to
do it again with a different hot sexy man’, she said to herself on her way down to the
bar, Miller was nowhere to be found, most probably she found herself a one-night stand
too. She sent a text message to her friend Miller thanking her, ‘girl, thank you, the hole
has been filled’. Linda went home with happy smiles. That night she slept soundlessly. It
was true that semen helps women to sleep better.
Chapter 3
The next morning, she woke up feeling refreshed and she was happy to start another
day at work with all of her worries taken care of. She thought that if she had sex like this
every time, she would be the happiest person alive. Little did she know or realize that
she was turning to be the clients whom she dealt with, who used sex as a defence
mechanism which lead to poor judgement in thinking about serious relationships. She
thought the day was going to be a happy day, she had an appointment with a couple
who needed sex therapy as their relationship was failing because of their sexual
experiences. Sex is the stronghold of every relationship. Poor sex in every marriage
destroys the marriage. The unsatisfied partner might cheat just fulfil his or her sexual
fantasy. Linda loved working with couples or women clients only, that way she was
comfortable and confident, but dealing with male clients only was difficult, some would
flirt with her and she had to avoid that and be professional.

‘Morning Linda, you look more pretty today ‘, Mike said, one of the marriage therapists
in the organization.
Mike was married, had two children. He was in his late 30’s, handsome, dark in
complexion and he always smelled nice. Mike had been friendly to Linda, but Linda
suspected that Mike could have feelings for her, but Linda never thought of Mike as
someone whom she would have relations with, she was never fond of married men. At
26, she was the youngest therapist in the offices. Men in the organization were proud of
her and they all wanted her; her intelligence and sexiness turned them on whenever
they thought of her. She was dangerous to all men, her feminine silk soft skin
brightened the day, it brightened the office. She was like a trap from hell sent to tempt
all men into lust, even the gay hungered for her.
‘Thank you, Mike, I’m in a happy mood today, how are you too’. she went to her office
ignoring Mike who still wanted to talk to her. Corridor conversations were good for her,
they kept her in her professional zone and she avoided making friends in the office,
most of them were older than her parents. She felt it was weird to make friends with
people who were that old. The conversations were always dull and she would feel
uncomfortable when they started flirting with her.
Her first session was with the couple which she had been seeing for two months. They
were at the edge of divorcing because the husband was failing to satisfy his wife and
the wife had cheated, but the husband was willing to get help and make their marriage
work. The session went well. The couple was at the final stages of counselling, they had
tried couple of sex positions, communication skills and they had learnt how to love each
other and perfect their marriage. The environment at the office was a joyful one and
Linda loved it when her clients were happy, it made her work less stressful. “I will see
you on our next session Mr and Mrs Peterson, have a good day”, she said to the couple
on their way out. Thinking that her work was good and relaxed, she got a call from Mike
who was referring some clients to her, who had sexual problems. She agreed and
waited for Mike to come with them.
When the couple came in, her smile faded, she stood shocked memories of last night
came flooding by as she looked at the bar owner from last night's encounter. She
looked puzzled and he looked even more confused. The gentleman had been holding
his wife’s hand and he started shaking
‘Honey are you okay, you are shaking?’, the wife asked as she saw that her husband
was uncomfortable and looked as if he was about to throw-up.
Linda controlled her shaking, pretended she had never met the gentleman. She wanted
to keep her job and she wanted to maintain her professionalism. She wouldn’t want
Mike finding out that she sleeps with random guys at the bars. She did not want to end
the marriage of this couple, even though she hated the fact that she slept with a married
man. But why was she worried? she asked herself. The couple had sexual problems, so
maybe the husband…, she could not finish her thought.
‘If you are feeling sick sir, you can go outside, get some air and then come back when
you are feeling better’, she said with confidence to the gentleman.
‘No’, he paused and then said, ‘I’m fine’, the gentleman cracked a little smile and turned
to his wife, ‘let’s do this’.
“You may take a seat, seat wherever you feel comfortable”. This was the first time she
failed to welcome her clients appropriately, she could not smile, her mind was blank, her
mouth was dry. Linda asked Mike to stay since it was his clients. She was afraid that
she would lose control, she thought of last night, how good it was, she wondered why
she did not see the ring, she was drunk and horny last night. She looked at the couple
with confidence, read their cues especially the man and she saw confusion, regret and
the mixed-up thoughts of last night, how a hooker she was last night could turn out to be
a therapist.
Last night was wild and immoral. Linda regretted last night a bit, she thought of writing
a book about the effects of last night. It was going to be the bestselling book of 2018.
She dismissed her crazy thought and asked Mike to brief her about this couple. Mike
told her why he had referred the couple to her.
‘this is Daniel Jones and his wife Candice Jones, they have a problem which needs
your attention, I will leave them to you” Mike said,
Mike took a seat behind Linda, like he was supervising her. She asked them to feel free
and talk about why they had come for counselling and why they needed sex therapy.
‘Our sex life is not great’, the husband said looking straight into Linda’s eyes with a
solemn face.
He was not blinking; his eyes were red and scary as if they were blaming Linda for his
broken marriage. She was confused at how bad it can be after she had the crème-dela-
creme experience with him last night.
‘why are you saying it’s not great Mr Jones and what are your expectations?’.
His wife jumped in before he could answer, ‘I am not good with sexual intimacy, my
body becomes weak, I have explained to my husband but he wants to have sex with me
every day, thrice a day, he loves going down on me for a long period of time which turns
me off and it makes the sex painful, I just want him to understand that I don’t like some
things he does’, this is not porn, why can’t we just make love like normal people”.
Linda wanted to laugh at Candice, that was not porn, that was good sex, only if Candice
knew how much Linda enjoyed the sex last night. She maintained her professionalism
and tried to understand Candice, maybe Candice had an STI which caused sex to be
more painful. Every woman loved a man who could go down on her for a long time
especially if the tongue was gentle and longer.
‘How do normal people have sex Mrs jones’, Linda asked
“They understand each’, said Mrs Jones.
Mr Jones quickly jumped into the conversation, ‘What do you want me to do then
Candice, my sex is amazing you are lucky to have a husband like me, just enjoy it, don’t
be so weak, I have tried to understand but you are failing to try”. He looked at his wife
who was crying and embarrassed and then he turned to Linda. “Doctor, I want my wife
to experience these pleasures with me, she gets mad when I tell her I had sex with
other ladies, especially the one I had sex with last night, I wish she could teach my wife
how to handle her man. Linda ‘s heart pumped so fast, she got scared, she thought the
husband will say that it was her, but she wanted to hear what he had to say about last
night.
‘You tell your wife about your sex with other women?‘, Linda asked.
‘Yes, he does, I just want to see him happy, he tells me that, thinking it will change my
sexual mind, but it has been making me lose more interest in him, but I love him, I just
want him to understand’, the wife cried.
‘You know what doctor, I can’t do this and pretend I’m happy in my marriage, why can’t
she be flexible, just like the girl I had last night. She let me do things to her that my wife
doesn’t like and I wish I can see her again tonight at the bar and give her the best sex
she ever had that I wish I was giving to my wife ‘, he said looking direct at Linda as if he
was inviting her again. He stood up and went away, leaving his wife crying. Linda was
left speechless, she did not know what to say to the wife. She thought it was her fault
the husband was acting like this. Linda was failing to give them proper counselling, it
seemed like she had made it worse. She couldn't figure what to do. Linda was only sure
she couldn’t go back, she thought of Mrs Jones and her miserable weak self, she was
missing out, her husband was a good sex guru.
‘Mrs jones, I suggest that we can schedule for individual counselling without your
husband, I can refer you to another therapist who can be able to help you”, Linda said
but she knew that she was the capable therapist who could help her, but with what was
going on she wanted to maintain her boundaries between this couple.
“Thank you’, she said as she stood up and left.
‘That was one hell of a session’, Mike said as he stood up from his supervising chair
walking towards Linda who was coming from the door after walking Candice out. ‘Would
you like to go out for coffee, you look tired and worried, this session really drained your
energy, right?’, Mike continued.
“Too many questions Mike”, Linda cracked a little pretence laugh, “We can go out for
coffee and I am good, I’m just tired, I had a long night yesterday”.
Linda was confused, she did not know what to do, she could never tell Mike about last
night, he would accuse her of breaking the dual relationship principle and being reckless
last night. She was a therapist and she had to lead by example and be of good
behaviour. She pretended she was just tired. She told herself that she was never going
to that bar again, Linda thought she was being punished of breaking her rules of
sleeping with a stranger. In this instance, she wanted to have a boyfriend or a husband
whom she could go home to and have all the good sex she wanted, but that was just a
dream. She told her supervisor that she needed some time off from work to clear her
head. Her boss gave her a week off. Her boss knew that Linda was working hard and
giving her a time off would help her come back to work fresh with new techniques.
Chapter 4
Her week off had been quiet and lonely. Her friend Miller had gone to Dubai with her
boyfriend. They had asked Linda to come, but she refused. The thought of ruining
Miller’s trip with her rich boyfriend would end their long loving friendship with Miller.
Linda had been disturbed by the sex that she had at the bar. She called it “the last night
sex”. The last night sex and the counselling session made her feel like she had lost
control of her body. Linda never wanted the id to take control of her life. However, her
week off helped her to come to a good realisation about her life, take control of it and
forget about ‘the last night sex’. She got back to work feeling refreshed and ready to
start making the right decisions about her life.
‘Your client has arrived ma’am, should I let him in?’, her secretary Jane asked. ‘Yes, tell
him to come in, thanks Jane’, she smiled, this was her day to make the right decisions,
to be the old Linda who was never controlled by her sex instincts. Linda stood up from
her chair to welcome her client. She loved welcoming her clients, her beautiful warm
smile, her handshake made her clients feel free during the sessions. They felt loved,
cared for and they felt like all their problems were solved.
On opening the door her smile faded, she felt her body shiver. She felt the room getting
darker and gloomier, and something unexplainable was throbbing between her legs.
Her client was pure evil. The type of evil that she wanted to have in her life. All she
wanted was to be consumed by this evil for the rest of her horny life.
‘Dr Linda’, his ascent made Linda mess up her pants, she felt a warm discharge
between her legs and she knew she had just released by hearing him call her name
formally. His ascent was something that Linda had never heard ever since she came to
America. To her it was a mixture of her favourite singers. A mixture of John Legend,
Zayn Malik, Chris Brown, Usher and she even felt a little bit of Trevor Dongo ; one of
her favourite singers in Zimbabwe. These were some of the singers that turned her on
whenever she listened to their songs. And to her surprise a guy with a mixture of those
voices was her new client who made her orgasm with just saying Dr Linda.

‘Yes”, she ran out of words, the wetness in her panties made her feel uncomfortable.
‘You look young and too gorgeous to be a sex therapist’, he said.
She orgasmed again. Linda had never been with a white man and this white man that
she wanted was her client. A tall gentleman with attractive ocean eyes. His lips were
that of Sam Claflin; kissable, lips that were only made to utter sensible romantic words.
Comparing people with celebrities that she loved was the best way for her to measure
their beauty and the best way to get her turned on. This client had everything that she
wanted in a man.
She smiled ‘thank you but how does a sex therapist look like?’.
 ‘They should look old so that we are not tempted like I am now’, his words made her
happy, she had a chance with him.
‘If you are not comfortable I could refer you to another therapist, preferably an old male
therapist’, she smiled, but deep down wishing that the guy would stay and her wish was
fulfilled.
‘No, I will stay, by the way my name is Steve, Steve Jones’. Linda realized that she had
been fantasizing about this gentleman, that she forgot to make a formal welcome, they
were still standing at the door.
‘Nice to meet you Steve, I’m doctor Linda, come-in, take a seat, seat where ever you
feel comfortable”.
‘Thank you; doctor’.
‘You are welcome’.
Steve took a seat at one of the couch that was at the corner of the office. Whenever a
client sat at that couch, Linda knew that the client’s problem was deeper. Her office was
bigger, it had two couches, the one at the corner, one at the centre of the office and
there were two chairs opposite her desk. Each of the seats had their own meaning. The
corner couch meant there were darkest secret, scary sex life, associated with rape,
abuse and any other bad sexual acts that were darker. Linda prayed and hoped that
Steve wasn’t a victim of rape or a rape perpetrator. The centre couch was mostly sat by
clients who were recovering from the corner couch, who now felt at ease with their lives
and also couples who were willing to change their sexual life. The two chairs meant that
the clients were undecided, if it were couples, it meant that they were fighting and
needed more than sex therapy. Candice and her husband from last night had sat at the
chairs and the session was a disaster.
"I will begin by informing you about this counselling process and how everything works’.
She informed Steve about the rules, goals of the counselling session and when they
were in agreement, Steve related his problem.
Steve had sadistic fantasies or tendencies. This affected most of his relationships, as
the women never agreed to it, he would instil too much dominance over them hence
hurting them sexually, physically and emotionally. The reason why he came for therapy
was to find help on how to stop this sadism as he was struggling to have a serious
relationship. He stated that he was too controlling, and his control usually led to
violence. He said that he once raped one of the girls who could not stand the sadistic
ways and had to pay her for her silence. Steve was pure evil, Linda thought.
On the other hand, Linda had always fantasied on practising sadism, she had gone to
one of the sadists clubs and she enjoyed being in control. She wondered how she could
be able to help the client who could help her to be introduced to the sadistic world and a
client whom she wanted to have passionate sex with. She tried to be professional but
she failed. The session ended but she had not done anything that could help the client.
Her feelings had disturbed her reasoning and her professionalism. She was bothered by
the fact that Steve said he once raped someone, was he a rapist? what if he attempted
to rape her? She thought of his comment about her being sexy she liked it but she
wished he didn’t say she was sexy. Linda had a lot of thoughts, but most important
thought was the fact that her body and mind wanted Steve and avoided the fact that he
was the client. Her day was a bore, she had to go home to change her uncomfortable
panties. Thinking of Steve made her cancel seeing her new clients. She left the office,
went to a bar. Drinking was the only solution for her. She chose a gay bar, that way her
underwear would remain dry. The gay bar wasn’t a bad idea after all, she made new
gay friends. When alcohol took control of her mind and body, she found herself telling
her new friends about Steve, though she hid the fact that she was a therapist. Her new
friends made her feel comfortable, though the only advise they gave her was to have
hard sex with Steve. One of her new friends who went by the name Johny drove her
home. That night she hardly dreamt, her mind was blank and sleeping with a blank mind
was the best therapy for her.
She woke up the following morning, tired, her body was aching. She prepared for work,
drank some coffee and started a new day. The thought of meeting Steve again clouded
her mind. Professionalism was all she wanted. She arrived to work late and Steve was
there waiting for her. He sat at the corner again.
“Good morning Steve, how are you today?’, she asked, her face was still dull, alcohol
was ruining her day.
‘I am fine Doctor, you look like you have a hangover’, he showed a little smile.
‘I’m fine Steve, just a little hangover, my friend was having a birthday party yesterday,
so I had to celebrate with her’, her lie saved her. ‘yesterday you said you want to
change your sadistic actions and be able to find love, right? Linda asked, she had to
start her session before the hangover took control of her mind.
‘yes Doctor, I want to settle down’, his ascent made her blood hot again. She wanted to
taste him so bad. She lost her mind, stopped thinking about her job, and fantasied about
having sex with Steve. The look in his eyes expressed lust, Linda could see that he
wanted her, and maintaining her boundaries was the most paramount concern in this
session but his eyes kept on calling her. The way Steve talked, the way he smiled made
her lose control of her professionalism and let her inner whore take control of herself.
‘doctor Linda, are you listening to me”, Steve interrupted her thoughts, she felt
embarrassed that her client had seen that she was not concentrating on what he was
saying. Could Steve have seen that Linda had been fantasizing about him? that was the
question that she would never ask him.
‘I’m sorry, I thought I could manage, I’m still tired from yesterday, can we reschedule for
tomorrow, no charge’. Linda was losing it, fantasizing in the middle of the session, was
the first sign of disturbance, therapy was what she needed now but facing the truth was
something that she was not ready to accept.
‘Thanks for the no charge part, but do you need any help, I can help you get over this
hangover, I’m good at it’, Steve sounded concerned about Linda and she loved it.
‘No thank you I will be fine, I’m sorry about this, I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this’,
she said as she stood up from her counselling chair at the corner where Steve sat to her
office desk. She faced the wall, too embarrassed to look at Steve.
He stood up from the couch, went to where Linda stood. He was moving slowly as if he
was scared and did not know what to say or do. He moved so slow like a husband who
has been caught cheating and was now trying to sweet tongue his wife. He finally
reached where Linda was standing and stood close behind her.
‘You are not comfortable because you are attracted to me and you want to have sex
with me’, he could have been less blunt. She turned to face him, he was so close to her
that she could feel his heart beating.
‘No Steve, that is unprofess… ‘. He couldn’t let her finish her sentence, he kissed her.
His lips were so warm and soft, she kissed him back not thinking of the consequences
of kissing a client, especially this one who seemed dangerous. She lived in the moment.
The more she thought of his hand touching her and how he looked at her, she could feel
butterflies all over her body, her thoughts made her lose control and her mind was shut
down. He kissed her moving his hands towards her buttocks, squeezing them, his
hands firm and rough yet in a way that made her moan for more. Steve was a sadist
who enjoyed rough sex which made Linda love it more than any other ordinary sex. He
tore her blouse apart and the buttons fell all over the office floor. Looking at the buttons,
scattered everywhere, she thought, this is what she craved for, someone to impatient to
take off her blouse slowly, this was someone who was hungry for her. Someone who
was aroused by her, someone who wanted to reap her soul off and cast it to hell. She
let him. She knew her soul was made to make deep passionate love to him. To her
relief the office was sound proof.
She whispered to him, ‘teach me to be in control Steve’.
‘Not now doctor, it’s a process, right now I want you, I want to feel your beautiful skin, I
want to taste you, I want to eat it so bad’.
He said so going down on her, roughly lifting up her skirt and removing her panties. it
amazed her how he could be so rough but still do it in such a romantic manner. He
kissed her thighs, licking her all over her legs, moving to her lady parts. He started to
lick her wet juices out of her vagina. She liked the way he did it, slowly...., touching it,...
playing with it as if he owned it.
She enjoyed it a lot because it was bad, bad because it was unethical.
 Steve licked her, sucked each nipple till it got so erect, so hard, till she hardly
recognized they were her own nipples. His mouth on her nipples, she reached for Steve
‘s organs, she played with them gently. She could feel the wild beating of his veins. Her
warm hands turned Steve more on, he let his fingers play with her lady parts, fondling it,
moving his hands in and out, still sucking her breast. He moved on to kiss her lips, his
hands still doing magic. He moved his other hand to caress her neck while chocking it
and kissing it. Linda felt like a goddess, she liked how her body was responding to
Steve. He was the fire that consumed her inner soul, the fire that burned her dignity, she
burned in the silence of passion yet she wanted the more of it. She avoided to think of
any consequences.
‘I want you so bad right now’, he said as he opened her legs wide to enter her, she was
a warm, sweet, tight African fruit he had never tasted before
Her kiss could tell him better how much she wanted him and he wanted her too. The
moment he entered her, she knew she deserved his body, his touch, his organ inside
her. He moved inside her roughly and she liked it, he lifted her to the walls and made
love to her like he was in love with her.
She controlled her noise, but still couldn’t help the moaning. ‘Steve, oh Steve fuck me’,
she whispered his name in pleasure. She wanted him deep inside her. He looked into
her eyes as he rode her to ecstasy, his sexy horny eyes made her lose control. She
could feel the blood running from her head to her toes and it made her release more
than 3 times and she liked it even more. Her hangover was well taken care of.
‘Did you like it?" he asked.
“Yes, I did’, she said trying to catch her breath, ‘but…’.
‘But what doctor’, he asked still playing with her nipples.
‘We shouldn’t be doing this Steve, I’m so sorry it’s a mistake, please go’, she said as
she took Steve’s hands off her breast, trying to dress up.
‘As long as you liked it, it’s okay, I’m not worried about the rules doctor, my job is done,
I satisfied you, I will see you in our next session”, he kissed her, dressed up and let
himself out of the office.
Her blouse was torn apart, her skirt was ripped, she wore her coat and confidently
walked out of the office partly loving that she had sex and not thinking straight about the
consequences of her behaviour. Her body was making decisions for her now, she had
become a slave of her bodily phantasies and she wanted to have more sex with Steve
again and again.
Chapter 5
Linda was home on a weekend relaxed and thinking about the mistake she made with
Steve. She told herself that she will end it the moment she saw Steve. A knock
disturbed her thoughts, she was not expecting anyone. Too lazy to stand up and answer
the door, she ignored the knock. Her thoughts of Steve and their amazing sex had
weakened her. The person at the door did not stop knocking, it was as though that
person knew Linda was home. It got more louder and louder as if the person wanted to
break the door. Miller was still in her trip, it could not be her. Johnny had just left, could
he have forgotten something?
She was wearing shorts and had her bra only, it was too hot and since she stayed alone
and never expected a visitor, she found it useless to be fully dressed. She went to get
the door with an angry face and to her surprise it was someone she never expected, a
devil in her home could cause more harm than the temptation that stood before her
“what are you, how do you know where I stay?” she was shocked at how Steve knew
where she stayed. She was afraid of him this time and all she could ever think of was
that Steve was a sadist and he might be dangerous.
“Relax, I followed you, I wanted to surprise you” he said with a deep sexy voice.
“No, you can’t be here, I’m calling the police”. She said with a shaky voice going over to
the phone.
‘And say what, that the client you fucked is stalking you? Let’s be real here Linda” Steve
said entering the house and closing the door, “I came all the way here to see you
because I enjoyed what we had on our last session and you turn me down by calling the
police”, He said with a threatening voice and Linda stood there puzzled and scared.
She was scared and on the other hand wanted to kiss him.
‘Please leave, I don’t want trouble’. Linda said as she moved away from Steve and
avoiding to look at him in the eye.
“Don’t turn away from me Linda, just keep looking at me, it turns me on really hard”, he
said as he moved closer to her. Steve was calling her Linda, not doctor like he used to
say, what could this mean, did he think that they were in a relationship. She thought.
She looked at him with eyes that showed fear. “You are beautiful Linda”. Linda was in
shock, she did not know what to do, send him away or give herself to him.
The body took control over her mind, she saw herself removing her bra, unbuttoning her
shorts and surrendering herself to Steve. “Can you teach me now” Linda asked, she
wanted to learn more about sadism, and hardly thought of the fact that Steve was her
client who wanted to change the sadistic behaviours and have a normal sex life.
 “Let’s focus on the now, will do that some other time when I can control myself, right
now it’s your time to help me change, you should always remember that” he said as he
started to caress her body bit by bit.
“We are in no rush, I want to show you what I have learnt from the sessions that we
had”.
‘Not the sessions Steve’.
‘I want to love every inch of your body, I just want to taste this beautiful body and I want
you to remember every kiss that I give to you’, he said with a more deepened voice and
kissing her neck. These words made her nipples hard, she was on and she did not want
to do it slow, she wanted him. Her fantasies had already got her in the mood and she
didn’t want any fancy romance, she wanted to fuck Steve. He kissed her and she liked
it.
‘You know how to kiss me and I want to be kissed more often by you Steve, I crave for
your kisses Steve, your kisses haunt me, my lips tremble at night when I think of you’,
she sounded like a poet as she kissed him back. “We can’t take it slow, I’m already in
the mood”, Linda spread her legs wide on top of the dining table.
“I will take you to your room”, he said like a gentleman lifting her to the bedroom, she
didn’t argue, instead listened like a good girl. ‘Just give me directions to your room’. she
did, they entered the room, Steve lay her down on the bed, opened her legs and feasted
with the juices of her vagina. He licked every part of her vagina, using his tongue to fuck
her. She wanted him to stop, but then she thought it will be fun if she cum inside his
mouth. Linda enjoyed the pleasure, moaned so softly, held Steve’s head as she
directed him on where she wanted him. The clit was her turn on, she asked Steve to
focus on it, and ordered him to lick her softly while using his finger inside her. Steve was
good at it and she had never been romanced the way Steve did. He turned her on and
more on, vibrating inside her, she lost her mind. She couldn’t take it anymore, her
ecstasy crushed leaving her weak. Steve did not stop until she was done. He left his
hands inside her, holding her vagina tighter “Are you ready for me now” he asked. She
was weak but still she wanted to feel his muscular organ inside her.
“Not yet, I just want to make you feel good too, we are in no rush remember’, she smiled
as she went down on Steve, she carefully kissed his penis, rolling her tongue at the top
head of the penis, she sucked him with her warm wet mouth, she sucked every ball
carefully and this made Steve crazy.
‘yes babe, urgh’, he groaned and moaned softly. He lifted her up, kissed her and sat her
on top of him. He held her waist and moved her up and down slowly, looking straight
into her eyes. ‘Yes, I’m loving it Linda’. She loved it, being on top, being in control, she
loved that their rhythms matched. He touched her breasts, squeezing them romantically.
She rode him increasing the speed and she saw that Steve could not hold it anymore.
They changed positions till they lost count. She made it freaky until Steve cam. She
could hear him moan and she knew she was doing a great job. ‘I liked it, that was so
good Linda’, Steve said, looking at Linda in amazement. The sex was good and it might
had made him develop feelings for Linda.
‘Steve’, she called him.
‘Yes’.
‘Can you leave please’, she said looking at him with eyes full of tears.
‘Why? we had an amazing sex just now’’.
‘Yes, I know and I want you to go’. Steve stood up, put his clothes on,
‘I don’t understand your behaviour, one minute you are in the game and now you just
change’, he said looking at her with a frowning face. ‘it’s okay, I will go’. He put on his
shoes and left murmuring angrily.
Regret overcame her that night. She thought about her behaviour towards Steve. It was
a bad way of behaving especially that he was his client. Steve was capable of doing
anything to hurt her just like she did by telling Steve to go soon after they had sex. She
liked the sex, and liked Steve, but it was hard to have all that with a happy heart or a
peaceful mind. Linda thought about her job, what if they find out, what if Steve reported
her, she would lose her certificate and more her residence and work permit. Going back
to Zimbabwe was not an option, her parents would hate her. What was she going to do
in Zimbabwe, do HIV counselling, it did not pay that much and it wasn’t her speciality.
Linda needed a plan and wished her sex with Steve to have been just a dream, she
wanted to wake up in the morning and realise that she was just dreaming.
The thought of ending it with Steve was a good thought which only lacked commitment
and action. She would reason with him and he would understand. Linda decided she
would tell him when he comes for the next session. Linda thought that a professional
setting which was her office would be the best place to break up with Steve. He would
understand that their relationship should remain professional. She thought that if Steve
really liked her a lot he would agree that they stop having sex and he would look for a
different therapist. What if Steve agreed to look for another therapist but disagreed to
stop having sex with her. Questions and thoughts buzzed in her head that night. She
hardly slept. Steve was a temptation, his eyes, the way he talked, the way he made love
to her changed her whole world. He was the most handsome white man she slept with.
She was from Africa, she had been with black men at her school and when she came to
America, she had dated black men and it never worked out and she had always wished
to kiss or have sex with a white guy. Too bad Steve was the wrong white guy who was
gifted in sexual pleasures which she could not enjoy.
Maybe if she told Mike, he was going to help her, but Mike would become jealous and
ruin her career. Mike was the guy who was serious about work, serious about work
rules and it might have been a bad idea to confront him, but he was the only person
whom she ever talked to at work, the only person who gave her compliments each and
every morning. She thought of her friend Miller, she was not much of a good help, she
had encouraged her to continue having sex with Steve but outside the workplace. Miller
had celebrated when Linda told her about her first sex experience with Steve. ‘you don’t
say, congratulations my friend, how does it feel to break the rules, anyways I am so
happy for you, I am taking you out for dinner when I get back, you are in my league
now, love you girl’. Those were the words Miller said and she was excited to the extent
that she bought Linda an expensive purse. Miller was not a solution for this, she would
make matters worse, make it look bad, blame her for treating Steve bad. She had to
decide for herself, it was her own cradle to carry. She finally came to an agreement with
herself that she was going to end it with Steve in a nice harmless, non-emotional way,
confess to her supervisor that it was a mistake and it would never happen again and
that she is going to therapy, maybe that way she would keep her job.
Linda decided to visit her friend Johnny, the next day. Maybe Johnny would have better
advise.
“I don’t know what to do, I like him but I want to protect my job, I’m scared someone
would find out. What should I do’, Linda cried as she lay on top of Johnny’s legs.
‘Stop complicating things you idiot, you have only slept with him twice, and it’s not like
you are pregnant’, Johnny was so blunt and harsh, ‘in fact why did you choose a
complicated field of work, you are young, you need to have fun, change your career and
stay with Steve before I take him’. Johnny was just like Miller, he was of no help at all.
The weekend was long with questions that had no answers, thoughts and feelings that
confused her. She wanted the weekend to end quickly and get a solution on Monday at
the office. Her office seemed to have all the answers at this state and she waited for the
long weekend to end
Chapter 6
Monday came and Linda was ready to stop her affair though she did not want too, she
was still confused. Linda thought it would be better if she told Mike about her affair. Mike
was going to give her some psychological support and back her up when things went
wrong, she thought. Linda prayed in her heart and hoped Mike would be so
understanding and helpful. When she got to work, she went straight to Mike’s office.
“Good morning, can I talk to you, I… need your help”.
“Yes, come in, what is the problem?”.
She hesitated for a moment, she thought Mike would judge her and hate her for good,
but Mike loved her, he would protect her and help her. The thought gave her some
strength to talk.
“I have been having an affair with a client”, she finally said it, wondering what Mike’s
reply would be. She watched him as he looked at her in disbelief. “I want it to end Mike,
but I can’t stop, he has been stalking me, last night he came to my house, I cannot stop
thinking about him, but I want him out of my head, please I need your help Mike”, she
cried as she begged Mike to help her, but Mike never said a word, he just stared at her,
watched her cry helplessly.
“Please Mike say something”. She pleaded
“What do you want me to say Linda, this is stupid, how can you be so careless, I
believed in you so much, can’t you see that you have humiliated yourself, you are just
taking advantage of your clients Linda, are you insane”, he said angrily, he was
disappointed, he always loved Linda, but Linda never noticed it. Mike’s disappointment
was not because Linda slept with a client, it was the fact that Linda had the guts to talk
to him about the affair which means Linda only viewed him as one of her workmates. He
was disappointed because Linda never noticed that he loved her and that a mere
disturbed client had sex with her and he couldn’t.
“I don’t believe this, please go, I can’t think straight right now”, Mike said as he chased
Linda out of his office.
‘I’m sorry Mike’, she said as she left the office. She was disappointed at herself and
how Mike treated her, she left to her office, she didn’t want her boss to know about her
behaviour yet until she had ended it with Steve. She sat there in her office quietly
waiting for Steve to come to his session. She was ready to end it with him today.
A knock at the door, she was expecting Steve any moment now for their session, “come
in, its open”. Her heart pounded on seeing him, he looked more handsome than ever,
his delicious scent, his smile, his teeth, his eyes….it all made her head spin, but she
wasn’t going to be the slave of her body, she was going to end this.
 Steve looked at her and he hated her. He hated her because she was turning him to
the old Steve. He hated her because he was falling for her and she wasn’t. He hated
her and still wanted to make passionate love to her. He wanted to end the counselling
sessions and start dating her, but it wasn’t going to be fun. Steve was a destroyer, he
wanted to destroy her then leave. He could have drawn her to hell, to death, to all the
depths of pain which he felt but he couldn’t, he loved her. He loved her intelligence, he
loved how beautiful she was, he loved her small beautiful portable body and most of all,
he loved her sex. He tried to control his hate and pretend to smile. His mind was so
much attached to Linda and he thought of starting a proper relationship with her.
“Hi Steve”.
“Hi Linda”. Silence overcame the room as they were occupied in their thoughts.
“I need to talk to you about something important, that is different from the counselling
sessions” she said. “I don’t know what our sessions are anymore”, She forced a smile.
“You are a great guy Steve, I like what we have, but I am uncomfortable with it and it’s
against the therapy ethics, I want to refer you to another counsellor’. Finally, she said it
and wished Steve would understand her concern.
“I agree with you Linda, I need another therapist”.
“Really you need another therapist’, she was surprised. ‘That is great, I’m so glad we
understand each other, thank you, I will give you the address of the counsellor, in fact I
will call him right now”, she smiled as she stood to get a pen and a paper and call him.
“I like the idea Linda and it will give us more time to be together, we can have sex
anywhere, now that I’m not your client, we can go out, we can have a good time
together and most probably we will enjoy the after-sex company” he said as he stood up
from the couch to Linda, who was by her desk. She turned in disappointment and he
was there next to her, caressing her hips.
“That is not what I meant Steve, I meant we should also end this”.
“What, is this a game, you use me and you just throw me out of the window like trash, I
thought you liked me” Steve’s face changed, it was scary, fierce, she was scared
‘We can’t do this Steve, I’m sorry I made you think otherwise, I’m disturbed, I need to
seek therapy too, we just can’t be together”.
‘You make me sad Linda, tell me you never liked this” he said as he kissed her neck,
his firm hand around her neck. “Tell me you never liked it’, he asked harshly and kissed
her neck more deeply.
‘You are hurting me Steve, stop or I will call the police’. She cried.
‘Tell me you never liked this Linda’, he asked again with a threatening voice. Linda was
scared, he wanted him to stop, but she liked it, her body wanted him, she could feel his
tongue all over her neck, she loved it, it was harsh but loveable, she thought she could
have it for the last time, but Steve was dangerous. Her mind was full, she could not
think straight.
“Steve, I can’t do this, not today, please stop”.
“You really want me to stop?”, he looked at her with lustful eyes which tempted her
even more.
“No’, she replied, her response shocking them both, what was she thinking, she could
lose her job, Mike could come to the office, but she didn’t care, she wanted her favourite
client to love her. She closed her eyes and let Steve kiss her. This time it was different.
Steve was rough but she liked it. He had no time for loving romance, he was hurt, he
wanted a relationship, but his therapist never felt the way he felt about her, she just
enjoyed the sex. He had no time to caress her breast to make her wet, he entered her
and roughly had sex with her. He had no love this time, he was a sadist, he wanted to
hurt her through sex. He thought the only option was to care for himself, how satisfied
he was. Linda was unaware of the storm within his heart, the old Steve was coming
back to life all she was aware of was the way he was making her feel, she was in love
with his out of control passion. She had always wanted to have it rough and there was
her dream, though it had happened in a way that she could regret for the rest of her life.
They looked at each other’s eyes. Their eyes told a scary story. They had different
opinions about their relationship and the only thing that kept them together was sex.
Steve was trying to avoid a heartbreak and a relapse and he just had to hide his
feelings and tell his heart to harden. On the other hand, Linda told herself that she was
only going to enjoy the sex and avoid any feeling of falling in love with Steve. Steve did
not even wait for Linda to release like he always did, instead he cam and he only
satisfied his body. This was going to work for him, but not for long. He deeply loved her.
“Meet you tonight at your place”, he said, zipping his trousers, giving her a kiss on the
cheek, he was done, it was only a rough quick. She sighed she didn’t know what to do.
Steve took her home address and left. Did she want Steve to leave? did she want to
end the relationship? was she a sex addict? was this a punishment that she lied to her
parents about her job? she was not a public relations officer for the Zimbabwe embassy
in America, maybe if she listened to her parents, this wouldn’t have happened, she
wouldn’t be facing this dilemma that took control of her life. Questions buzzed in her
head, she had no answer, in fact the answer was to stop, but she didn’t want to.
She was cancelling client’s appointments, she was afraid to be tempted, she was afraid
to give them biased information. As she left the office, she met Mike on the corridor.
“Mike, hi” she felt embarrassed.
“I’m coming to your house tonight, we need to talk”, Mike said.
“Talk... tonight…I can’t tonight, can’t it be tomorrow”, she stammered.
‘I’m sorry, you are the one who needs help, if it can’t be tonight, then you are jobless’.
‘Okay, tonight at 7pm’. She was going to convince Steve not to come or to come later
when Mike was gone, she needed Mike to help him get away from Steve, but is it what
she really wanted, she can quit her job and avoid humiliation and move on with Steve,
she can be a waitress for the meantime, write books, be a lawyer or be a politician,
something that had no complicated rules.
Too bad, she was falling in love with Steve or was she falling in love with his sex, she
was confused but either way one of the two would work. But she had avoided falling in
love with Steve, falling in love with his Sex was better. She called Steve and told him
she was working late so he should come around 9pm, he agreed.
Chapter 7
Mike came at the agreed time. Linda wanted to believe Mike was going to help her even
though he would hate her in the end.
‘Come in, thanks for doing this Mike, I really appreciate it’ she said.
‘I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it to protect our organization from bad publicity that
you would portray, I don’t like what you did Linda, everyone in that place believes in
you, they believe that you are doing a good job at a young age but you are just fooling
us, the only way I can help you is for you to quit tomorrow”, he said harshly.
‘Mike, you don’t understand, this is my dream job, I can’t quit, what will I tell the boss”,
she cried.
‘You should have thought about that before you screwed your clients and acted like a
whore, this profession is not for you, you are young and you need to find something that
will go with your desires, work with children or old people or gay people for Christ’s
sake, that can help your feelings stay in place’. Mike said harshly and frightening.
‘Because right now you deal with sex all the time and your mind cannot concentrate,
you need to go for therapy first before you apply for a new job’. Linda had never seen
Mike talk like this, she always viewed Mike as the sweet quiet gentleman who was
loving, considerate, understanding and never got angry, but she was mistaken, Mike
was revealing his other dark side and this scared her.
‘I can’t quit Mike, I will lose my permit’, she said
‘Then confess and tell the boss you are seeing a therapist, you are disturbed, you are a
sex addict and you want to quit, then she will agree with you and it will never go public.’,
he said confidently. She thought this was the best solution, but what about her career,
she loved her job and she was working for the best counselling organizations in
America. But why was she confusing herself, she was in the land of the rich, there were
plenty jobs in this country, she could manage and Steve had a good job too, a civil
engineer, it was paying, they can manage their lifestyle. She laughed at herself, why
was she thinking that she was going to be with Steve, what if Steve did not want to stay
with her. What if Steve did not feel the same way she did, it was going to be a
disappointment, losing her job and losing the man she loved, the man who could satisfy
her.
‘Thank you, Mike, I will think about it, I’m sorry I have been a bad person’ she said.
‘Yeah you have been a bad person and make it easier for me and you, just do what I
told you tomorrow, if you don’t I’m telling the boss and you will lose your certificate and
later on your permit’, Mike said as he stood up heading to the door. ‘You know what, I
thought I liked you, but I don’t anymore, have a goodnight’.
 He left her with her sorrows alone, she was disappointed, her behaviour had cost her,
no one will like her after this and what if she confesses and Steve leaves, what was she
going to gain from the confession. Maybe telling Steve would help her, she will know
what to do. She waited for Steve to come. Steve came 45 minutes earlier. ‘I couldn’t
wait till 9, I thought it would be better if I waited for you even outside, how was work’,
Steve asked as he entered the house, giving her a kiss.
‘I’m in trouble Steve we need to talk’.
“Are you trying to dump me again?’, he asked with a frowning face, his deep, sexy voice
made everything that came out of his mouth less frightening, to the extent that whatever
he said would sound romantic to Linda.
‘No, not today, it’s about my job and this relationship, I have been stressed lately about
us and I had to confront this guy whom I work with for help and he was mad at me and
told me to quit tomorrow” she said.
‘Then quit’, Steve said as he was busy preparing dinner, not really minding what Linda
was saying.
‘Steve, why would you say that, it’s because of you that I’m in this mess’
. ‘You could have said stop when I first kissed you, but you liked it and I know you will
always like it and I know you want me right now’ he said as he moved closer to her,
holding her hands and kissing them.
‘Stop Steve, if I confess I will lose my job and on the bright side I get to be with you but
with a different job probably as a waitress, if I don’t confess, it means I have to stop
seeing you’ she said.
‘Linda, you are smart, you deserve better than this, if we stay together, you will never
like it, I am dangerous and I’m not ready for a relationship now, I really like you a lot and
I want to be with you, but I’m having doubts about us being in a relationship’. He could
see the disappointment in her eyes and he was right, he was not the right man for Linda
maybe in the future, he was only 33, he didn’t want commitment, he had so many things
to do and so many women to sleep with, he didn’t want to hurt Linda, he was now falling
in love with her, he didn’t want to cheat on her, so it was better to remain in the friends
with benefits zone. He could not tell her this now, it would ruin the moment of making
love to her beautiful body. He had to tell her his plans in the morning or after he had
harvested her sweet body. ‘Look, I’m sorry Linda, I have really fallen in love with you
and I want to be with you too but we need to think about the consequences and I am
fine with the decision that you will make, I won’t make it difficult for you now, save
yourself Linda’. He said looking straight into her eyes. Linda smiled and she kissed him,
she wanted to make love to him so bad before she could lose him or lose her job.
He kissed her back, lifted her and sat her on top of the washing machine. He kissed her
to show her how much he loved her, she kissed him to show how much she loved him
too and that she didn’t want to lose him, he had changed her life, she had found the
meaning of love and the meaning of good sex.
‘I want to be in control tonight’, she said.
‘not now love, I will let you control after me, let me do the magic to you, leave it all to
me, I want to love you tonight like it was our last time together on this earth’ he said
whispering in her ear, playing with her ear with his tongue, moving his tongue to the
neck. He kissed her neck, stripped off her blouse, slid his hand under the bra, played
with her hard nipples.
“touch yourself” he demanded as he stopped kissing, taking of her bra, moved one feet
away from her and watched her touching herself with her incredible hands. She felt her
nipples get hard, she played with them, watching Steve’s reaction, her eyes were horny,
she never knew that touching herself like this will turn her on. That is why she liked
Steve, he was always teaching her new stuff. She moaned hard, Steve was looking at
her and he couldn’t stand watching this amazing woman, he kissed her, their tongues in
their mouths made magic. She slid her hands into Steve’s trousers, held him, he was
hard, she played with him and she heard him moan. ‘Don’t stop’, he said
. She laughed and she took off his trousers to get the full view of Steve’s organs.
‘Your hands are magic’ he said.
She liked it, that was the control that she wanted, she wanted to hear those words, but
Steve wouldn’t let her do him for a long time. He slid his fingers to her pants, touched
her clit, played with it, she was wet, she was raining and Steve liked that she had a lot
of juices down there. He liked the wetness, he liked to feel the warmth of the juices. He
put his finger inside her, she liked it and asked for another finger. He put the second
one, she got more wet, he put the third one, she released like she never did before.
‘Ooh Steve, I want you’, she cried. He lifted her to the bedroom, lay her on the bed ‘tell
me you want me’, he said. ‘I want you Steve’, she said, kissing him, holding his broad
handsome shoulders. He entered her, she had waited for long to feel him again inside
her. Tonight, they were making love, it was different from the sex they had earlier in the
office, they were animals at the office and now they did it like they were married. Steve
was multi-sex talented, he never focused on one area, he made sure all the body areas
were well taken care off. He was inside her holding her by the hand on her back and the
other hand played with her breast, which made their sex more interesting. Their rhythms
didn’t match at first but the more they did it, they managed to move at the same time,
this made them want more of each other. As promised, they switched positions and she
was on top. She moved up and down, he held her waist and helped her to get deep and
feel how good he was, how good their sex was. The sheets were wet, she was wet, he
was full and wanted to release, but he wanted to make sure Linda was fully satisfied
first, he was a gentleman. They switched positions, she went down on him and sucked
him, his balls on her mouth was the best thing that he ever felt ever since he started
having sex. He was weak and couldn’t control himself anymore. He lifted her, lay her
down and rode on top of her, pinned her legs around his waist and rocked her body. He
loved her, he reached the climax and they both released and to his surprise, she
squirted. He was proud of himself, he knew he had done a good job to the extent of her
squirting. They lay there breathing heavily, smiling and laughing and when they had
managed to catch they breath, Steve brought food, they ate and slept in each other’s
arms. They were tired, their love-making had drained all their energy. That night she felt
like a real woman who was free from all the troubles of the world, spending the night in
his arms without fear. She didn’t want to think of her job, she put her mind on the
heartbeat of his chest which she lay her head on, she fell asleep, it was the best night of
her life.
Chapter 8
Her mum had always told her to be careful and not brag about stuff or her life or her
relationships. She had used the Ndebele saying (one of Zimbabwean languages), she
always said ‘Ngumlilo wamaphepha’, meaning it’s a fire made out of papers and it never
last. That was her situation in the morning, Steve was gone. After the love they had last
night, she was expecting breakfast in bed or a morning glory but to her disappointment
there was a note by the side of the bed. It read:

Linda
I’m sorry I left without saying a word. I fell in love with you so much to the extent that I
got jealous and I am not the guy for you now. I don’t want to be a sadist again. Give me
some time to change, then I will come back to you. You are beautiful Linda and one day
I would love to go with you to Zimbabwe, to meet your family and make things right. I
love you and I will always love you forever. Our sex was the best sex I ever had and I
promise I will come back for more. Your therapy sessions were good, they made me
realise that I can still love again. Don’t quit your job, you are clever, you know how to
fool them, but I’m urging you to go for therapy and deal with the problems that you come
across when you are dealing with these sex addicts. I have moved to Australia for work,
please wait for me. I am coming back after 6 months and I will be coming for you. I’m
sorry about this but it will be good to keep the two favourite things that you love, your
job and me. I love you and I’m sorry please forgive me.
Steve
She cried and tore the letter apart, she cried until she came to realise that this was a
good choice. She could keep her job and after 6 months she will be with Steve or
someday she could visit Australia. Her mother’s saying did not apply to her situation, the
fire would come back again, this time with enough wood to make it last, Steve was
coming back for her. What was she going to say to Mike? It was now easy, they
wouldn’t track Steve and he would cover for her even if they asked him about their
affair.
She went to work and straight to her office and attended to her first clients. She waited
for Mike to come to her office and he did come.
‘What are you doing?’ Mike asked angrily.
‘I’m sorry Mike, but I can’t lose my job right now, I have disappointed you only but not
the organization, it doesn’t know, I won’t confess and they won’t believe you, I have
brought more money to this company than you, which means I win, thanks for the
advice though, it made me think twice about my life, you are such a good colleague
Mike, but I am not quitting, save yourself the embarrassment and pretend we have
never talked about this issue’, she bragged confidently and she knew no one will believe
Mike, they did not have any proof, she had always been a good employee, who
attended all workshops, did voluntary work and helped so many clients.
‘You are wicked, you know that’, Mike said.
‘I know Mike but I changed overnight, I told you because I trusted you and I don’t want
this to come between us, lets remain friends’.
‘Go to hell’, Mike said leaving the office, slamming the door. She knew Mike had lost
and he had always liked her so much that he was not going to tell the boss. She smiled
at how the events turned out to be happy situations. She promised herself that she
would never get tempted again by the clients. The day needed a celebration, a good
celebration without sex or temptations or lust. She wanted to have a happy day, a
happy year and a happy life.

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