seduced by the therapist

A white dress is crumpled and draped over an armchair, a medium gray jacket on the back.

stairs, the suit pants next to the bed, panties, bra and underwear I just don't know where

they are. And I'm passed out wrapped in sheets and a warm body, sleeping the sleep of

righteous, of weary brides. Yesterday was my day. The day I've waited my whole life for and it was a million times better than

one day I could imagine. Starting with the groom who is not from this planet.

I feel a terrible heat and my head throbs. I think I overdid it yesterday at the little private party after the wedding. instinctively try

cover your face with one hand because of a beam of light that enters through the window and goes

right in my eyes. I can not move. Arms and legs cover my body

leaving immobilized. My husband. I can't believe I'm married to my therapist. It seems like just yesterday I was

running away from him, it seems like yesterday that I researched him on the internet. I move and with

satisfaction, I breathe smelling the morning, the smell of a new day. My frst day of

married. Sawyer moves too and snuggles me very nicely in his arms, climbs

a hand on the curve of my breast and whispers into the corner of my neck: - Good morning, wife. I turn to face him. - Good morning, husband. "Ready to disappear with me for a few days?" "I've never been so prepared." Choosing our honeymoon trip was a hotly contested one. I wanted to go to Venice, yeah

cute and romantic. A legend. Sawyer wanted another experience. He said no

I wanted something so cliché, I wanted to know the beauties of my native country. was super fascinated

with images of the Pantanal, the beaches of Fernando de Noronha, the Iguaçu Falls and the

Christ the Redeemer. Sawyer practically begged us to go enjoy the sun in a tropical country and even

he promised he'd pay me back later by taking me wherever I wanted to go. I thought it was fair

leave my trip to Venice in sacrifce of his desire. As soon as I accepted, he started

to make a travel route throughout Brazil. Then he made reservations at the best hotels in

each city. We decided that we would stay longer in Rio, then we would go to the rest of the places. Minas Gerais, where my family members live, would be last. I know that Brazil has its

problems like any other country, and I hoped Sawyer would come back more fascinated than ever.

that already is. I get up bringing the sheet with me, wrapped around my body. Sawyer gets up too and runs after me into the bathroom. First thing in the morning and he's got vigor

to run. He rips off the sheet covering me and lifts me off the ground. I give a shout

euphoria and quickly, I wrap my legs around his waist and we enter the box for a shower.

In fact, we didn't even shower. We kissed for a long time with the water

warm falling on our bodies. "It's nearly eleven o'clock. We need to go to Candice's house. - I murmur between the kiss. "Are you bored here with me, honey?" "Never. To prove my constant fame ignited by him, I hold his bearded face tight and kiss,

delighting in all the ecstasy that I am allowed. I see the spark in Sawyer's eyes and it sends me into a state of fullness. I want this fre to last our whole life together, I know it's possible, I know that love remains,

because I have my parents who have been married for thirty years and still keep their passion burning.

There are also Candice's and Leo's parents, who are living proof that if people

They can make a marriage last if they want. Sawyer let me down, sliding down his body until I was able to touch the ground. even in the

foor, I'm trapped between the wall and my husband's strong body. It just doesn't fascinate me

more than the agile fngers that are already in a desperate massage in the middle of the

my legs. In fact, he actually stuck two fngers inside me, stirring.

slowly, teasing me deliciously, while his lips suck on mine. It's delirious, it's wonderful. It's sublime to have Sawyer drive me crazy with his fngers and lips.

And I believed in life, thinking that he would make me come like this: with a breathtaking kiss

and rhythmic fngers flling me. But it wasn't like that. Unexpectedly, he bent down and replaced his fngers with his lips. that was from

pull your hair out it's so delicious. Her mouth greedily grabbed my vagina leaving me

stuck, a moan stuck in her throat. My fngers hold tight in the black hair,

the other hand on the tattooed shoulder and I don't even notice time and space anymore, my head is

thrown back in a steady gasp. Sometimes, in moments like this, a question hammers through my mind and none of the

Mariannes is able to respond. They even scold me for asking questions

while my man is sucking me kinky. But here goes: What would become of me if I hadn't met Sawyer? How would I be today? With Ryan still, certainly. Being neglected and never really knowing the

pleasures that a human body hides. Soon I, who was classifed as in a

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would be married to a famous sex-god hottie, living in a penthouse and

acquired a fancy name along with an alliance of Tyffany & co. ¹Taxonomy: It is the academic discipline that defnes the groups of biological organisms, with

based on common characteristics and names these groups. My Mariannes roll around with their champagne bottles, celebrating my victory

in life. Sawyer is persistent and obsessed, he makes me come with his lips and my thoughts help

also. Shivering naked and wet, rippling from the orgasm and having his mouth still

stuck in my vagina, it is without a doubt the best thing. He makes me feel alive every day,

not only in sex, but in a simple look, in a touch of the fngers, in a smile or a

wink. He not only keeps saying that he loves me, but he demonstrates it at all times. As says mother: I found the lid of my pot.

He gets up, grabs my neck with his huge hand covering my throat and

kisses madly rubbing his cock between my legs. I also want to be able to do with him what I feel like. I push Sawyer, he looks at me in amazement.

without losing the naughty smile and now he's against the shower glass. My fngers lacing yours

penis, in back and forth movements. "Naughty running through your mind, Mrs. Graham?" - bites her own lips

the movement of my fngers. "You trained me for this, Mr. Graham. I grope his balls and Sawyer closes his eyes.

going, "Hmm" - Trained me to be able to satisfy myself and my man outside

from the ofce. - So I think I'm a good teacher, because you satisfy me a lot, my love. -he advances

and kisses me, I automatically suck his tongue and pull his lower lip with my teeth. But not

I take a while. I go down my mouth tasting every bit of him. I suck your chin, bite your neck,

I lick his tattoo on his chest and when I fnally bend down, I kiss the barcode on the product

which in the end is all mine, passed in my name at the notary's ofce. Sawyer is barely holding back the anxiety and lets out a hoarse moan as I thrust his erection

pulsing in my mouth. I suck only the head like a fruit, I lick the whole

comes back and sucks it again, only then to rhythm the thrusts that I orchestrate, I choose the

time and speed. I already do this with a lot of practice. After all, I learned from the best of

best. Sawyer groans, one hand in my hair and the other gripping a hook in the wall. Everything I know about sex I saw with Graham, but I don't think men moan as much as a

woman during sex. But when Sawyer groans... Heavens! It's very exciting. It's hoarse and a half

low, it seems to come from inside the strong chest. And if he moans deep like that, closing his eyes

eyes and holding his balls while I suck him, I sure am doing great

work. I stop sucking and look up and give him a cynical smile. "Do you see what I can do with you darling?" He chuckles and bends forward to kiss my lips. I get up, he looks at me

waiting for new orders, it has already discovered that it is no longer in control. With one hand on the chest

I'm pushing him until we get to the bathtub. Our lips don't come apart

second. I pull away, run my tongue over my lips, and push him away. Sawyer sits on the edge of the bathtub

and I sit on his lap sliding him inside me. Now it's my turn to throw the head

back and groan openly. "Shit! he exclaims squeezing my breasts. - That's very good... Ah! Delicious! - growl, during the rises and falls of my body

on his lap. My feet on the ground serve as leverage to propel me forward. Sawyer just feels

the pleasure generated by my not-too-quick advances. Now I know how to enjoy all the pleasure of slow sex. However, as my lust increases, so do my thrusts and at this moment I

I go up and down fast, now he helps me. My legs are no longer able to touch the

foor. "You're so hot, Mary!" "He keeps sucking on my breasts." my fngers go up

crazily from his arm to his shoulder, until she managed to nestle in his wet hair. Him

gets up with me on his lap, throws me against the wall and fucks me on my feet for a few moments before going to bed.

across the bathroom. Now in the sink. When Sawyer walks with me still attached to him, it's very overwhelming, it's a feeling

wonderful, very tasty, there's no way my nails can't scratch your skin. he me

she lays her legs apart on the huge marble sink and stands up. easily by

because of his height, he gets a devastating in and out. Now he shows me he's in control. But I ask myself: in control how, if I feel his skin crawl, his chest heaving and his

lips parted in a smile? Nobody here is in control of anything. My uneasiness grows and I think his too, when Sawyer insists on massaging

with my fngers my clitoris while his cock enters and leaves in powerful and strong thrusts. "Oh, this is so delicious. Watch my dick go in and out of her pussy! "Kiss me passionately"

and takes me to another world in her delicious lullabies, her strong hips hitting savages

lunges. He comes frst and as I feel his strength drain out of me, the muscles

tensed and teeth pulling at my lips, so I come too. It doesn't even seem like

We had sex a few hours ago, in the early hours of the morning. We held each other together, him curled over me, panting against my

shoulder. With his chest rising and falling, he looks at me already smiling. Help me to sit and stand, inside

of my legs. "Will you be able to walk after that?" Don't wait for me to answer. A hand holds my hair keeping my face close to the

his. Feeling our breaths meet is very good. I laugh and slap the

his shoulder. "Convinced until I couldn't take it anymore." "Do what if I love to see you all limp and panting and wiggling around like a madwoman while

do I do the full service? He bites my chin and then, like a cat, rubs his facial hair against my cheek. "Look who's talking." He can't take a blowjob and he's already climbing the walls. - push-

o, but Sawyer picks me up and takes me to the shower. "I'm glad I married the best little velvet mouth around."

- Calm down love, it will only be my Mary swallow deeply, nobody else's. "He bites my

ear and I start to calm down, but then he whispers maliciously: - I won't tell

no one that my cock loses ugly to your tongue. - Oh, the hate! - I scream hitting him. Sawyer laughs, still clinging to me, taking my mouth next in a kiss. and I end up

giving in. *** "Are you sure withholding the pregnancy from your parents was a good thing?" - Sawyer is behind

of me, drying my hair, the two of us in front of the bathroom mirror. I did not know that

everything would be so much fun at a wedding. For example, each one in a sink,

brushing their teeth and looking at each other in the mirror, their mouths full of foam and

smiling. Just married! Who can handle it? After we brushed it, he anticipated getting a towel and insisted on drying my hair.

All is well then. "Dad would freak out if he knew I was getting married pregnant. - Is your father a beast or is he made? - Ironizes - At that age, did he really think that I and

We've never gotten together a couple of times? "He wants to believe it isn't." And the pregnancy would only prove that we were fornicating

stuck around. "If he knew I was sitting in my seat and you came with that ass on

me... - he insinuates, without looking at me, concentrating on my hair. - Hey? Shocked, I stare at him in the mirror. "Yes, love. I could not resist...

- And it's your fault for being an asshole who doesn't know what "no" is... - And yours. - He advances - That she is so beautiful and hot. I couldn't stop eating you, or na

Cooper language: I couldn't stop fucking with you. I swear I tried. My eyes roll in disdain, but I end up laughing. Fighting with Graham, knowing he's like that,

does not make sense. I turn to face the front, run my hands over his broad chest and land

on his shoulders. "Tried to stay away from me?" - Yes. I mean, I thought about leaving you aside, but when I remembered this asshole here... - gives me a naughty slap on my ass. - My good Jesus! - I imitate a cry with my forehead against his chest. - How did I go

marry a man who calls my ass a tail and says he's going to call me a "swallow

background"? He laughs hugging me. "That was the initial attraction, silly. The rest came later. - IT IS? I take my face off his chest and look at him. - Tell me. Before he starts to speak, his green eyes sparkle following his hand that passes through mine.

hair. "Your hair is an amazing color, Marianne. And your eyes have a unique color: they are kinda

golden and when you looked at me - Sawyer smiles passionately - they got more

dark and bright and i knew you felt the same way i did. There are people who say they love smiles, I love to see you laugh, but I love it more when you're distracted, thinking about something,

or working, or angry about something I did. And I realize how lucky I am... after everything I've been through in my life, I still have

the opportunity to have this woman as my wife and the mother of my children. "Sawyer...that's beautiful..." My whole body vibrates and my chest jumps with the beats.

frenzies of my heart mad with love for him. - But that's externally, I fell in love with the body, but I love Marianne - he touches the

my chest, in the direction of my heart - the human being. That makes me laugh and be happy, that makes me have

so keep moving forward. I can't stop loving you, even if

gain weight, or go gray. For you, of all, were the one who reached out to me,

loved me in my worst faults, forgave me, gave me back dignity and gave me a family,

that I had lost long ago. I immediately hugged him excitedly. I squeezed hard and felt his muscles contract around my body in return for the hug.

hug. "I love you very much Sawyer and we make each other happy, mutually. "I look at him, I feel

my eyes watering and he immediately wipes them away. - For waking me up to life, having

persisted all that time and gave me love. He leans down, plants a kiss on mine.

lips and says, softly: -Enough of these emotional declarations. We're just getting started together and today is our frst day of many happy days ahead. - Yes. I'm too euphoric. I jump up and kiss him excitedly. We put on a robe each and went downstairs. In the last few days my hunger has tripled. I'm starving and would eat a horse. Damn it! THE

The thought of eating a horse made me sick. The subject of my father comes back into focus. "I still have a feeling that handshake he gave me at the altar wasn't cordial. -

Sawyer says, coming down the stairs beside me. He refers to my father greeting him in the

our marriage. I laugh. Dad was a fgure in my marriage. Threatened Sawyer from start to fnish,

sometimes just with a look. It seems that the feared therapist is not so brave in the face of

your grouchy father-in-law. - Do not worry about it. I take care of him. - I say, reassuring him - I'll tell you about the pregnancy today, before we travel on our honeymoon.

honey. "That's a good idea you had. That way we can run away to Brazil and leave your old man here tearing his hair out in rage. THE

old Oscar was deceived by his own daughter. "Her husband's fault." I give his arm a pinch and pass him on the stairs. I reach the living room and stop, cutting my way to the kitchen. Only now I realize how much

of gifts piled around Sawyer's ofce. Now my living room too. Last night

we got so crazy I didn't even notice.

- Wow! ' I exclaim and walk over. There are packages of all types and sizes. Everywhere. On the couch, on the rug, on the

little table. "I don't think we'll have time to unwrap everything." Sawyer analyzes, standing next to

my side. - But some I make a point of seeing. Look for the boys. I'll look for Candice's. I even forget about hunger. I run like a child to the pile of presents. There are hundreds of

names I don't know. Sawyer doesn't even look hard, he goes to a huge box underneath

of more others. He drops the little ones on the foor and looks at the card. Enthusiastic says the name of a

famous singer who is his friend. Quickly starts to open the package and I run close.

I can't believe I'm getting gifts from celebrities. Where could I ever imagine something like that in my humble life? He just ripped the paper off and it's not my surprise that it's something chic and exclusive. The guy

took care to order custom pieces for decoration. I don't know if these sets of

vases and silverware are truly Chinese, but that they are luxurious I cannot dispute.

I'm even afraid to touch and break. "Damn! How beautiful! - I shout euphorically. I now have a new Marianne. One married and

housewife. She's doing somersaults, euphoric. Sawyer isn't as excited. While

I party with the super luxurious pieces, he goes back to the pile of boxes. "Look, I found another celebrity's. - He holds a velvet box in his hand. I run like a rocket closer. candice go

dying of envy, until days ago she bragged about having won the best gifts from

wedding. "Open, open, open." I clap my hands and he laughs and unzips the box. - Holy God! - My

eyes sparkle and I nearly puke rainbows. It's a silver cutlery set of I don't know how many.

parts. None of that was on my gift list. I'm impressed. As if they were made of gold I run my fngers over the cutlery, admiring them. Once again Sawyer just smiles and leaves me beaming with happiness. I cheer up and run to

pick up more boxes and lots of cool things will appear. A black and silver beer cooler that makes Sawyer cheer. A fondue kit for the evenings

winter, a 60-piece dinnerware set, all very expensive porcelain, which leaves me

silly. I still haven't got used to being a celebrity woman, it's clear that these boxes will only have this one

kind of thing. I was so excited about this moment that I even banned Sawyer from opening it.

them without my presence. Yes, because when there is a wedding the bride feels like the owner of

all gifts. Men don't even care about these things. "I found Rick and Dakota's. ' Sawyer shows me a giant basket of pretty paper and a

huge loop. He pushes some boxes around and sits on the couch with the basket on his lap, I run over and settle in next to him. Inside there is champagne, crystal glasses, a box of premium brand trufes, several

edible massage, sex data, condoms from different aspects I was tempted

to see how it worked and even two shirts. Mine was written: "Pregnant gets it all" Below is an image of a pregnant bride leading the bound groom down the aisle. Sawyer's

it was written: "Game over" below the image of the bride and groom and a chain tied to the foot of the

engaged. - I thought it was sexist. - I throw the shirts and Sawyer laughs trying to kiss me. I push the mouth

him without wanting to chat. "Macho, Mary?" It is funny. "I didn't. You mean you only married me because I'm pregnant? Was he handcuffed? It was game

over for you?

s-t aOrktsa ylo, roeklainxg. Iast ath jeo kbeo. xYeosu a kronounwd i,t i'sn naonn aet toefm thpot stoe ltihgihntgesn. tLheet 'sm oopoedn. another one. - Sawyer "Your friend doesn't know the game over is supposed to be on my shirt. I growl. "Are you sorry you became Mrs. Graham? Sawyer puts the presents aside and hugs me, nuzzling my nose.

my neck. Smile already sly. This guy knows how to keep me calm. "And lose all those benefts?" ' I point to the gift piles. - Besides, I came

for a penthouse on the Upper East Side. So I'm not sorry.

living room. It took a while to fnd him and when I did, I saw that it was Henrique. I position myself standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by presents as I talk to him. Marianne

she comes and says she's going upstairs to get dressed and that I wouldn't dare open presents without her.

I nod and continue the conversation. Henry called just to wish me

Have a nice trip to Brazil and of course, he can't live without me. He is already dying of longing. I walk around the room, touch some boxes, laugh at some nonsense I hear in the background. It's the voice

from Larry. A large, rectangular box catches my eye. It is red and very well made. It is far away, on top of an armchair. mary

she doesn't want me to open presents without her, but curiosity gets the better of me. Way to

close and look at the card tied in a white ribbon. From: Amanda To: Bride and Groom Sawyer and Marianne. I almost have a heart attack when I read the sender. I tell Henrique I'll call later and play the phone

far away. I don't even wait for him to say goodbye. I take the box and sit in the armchair. I look sideways,

Marianne is still upstairs getting ready. I pull the white ribbons and breathe a little anxious,

I lift the lid and what I see makes me despair. Inside are several DVD movies. I ignore them and

I take the ticket on top. Marianne, I feel compelled to introduce you to some of your husband's epic works.

You, like many others, fell in love with the sex doctor, but without knowing that he doesn't pass

of a whore who likes hadcore sex, ménage and BDSM. A libertine. Here in this box you will fnd everything you need to get to know him better. since movies

glorious moments he made alongside his friends (and who are now his godparents) to the recent flm that

he did as a farewell. And it was one of the best I can say. Have fun watching it all. Note: If Sawyer found the box frst, I want you to know that this was just the beginning.

remember I have a whole arsenal to show your sweet wife the truth. Best wishes to the couple. I panic, grief consumes me. Not knowing what to do, I have the impulse to leave running with the box or throwing it out the window. But I don't move a muscle. I have to think

at the speed of light and with the purest rationality. So I grab it and run to my ofce. The cell phone in hand already with a call being made.

I lock myself in there and as soon as Henrique answers I douse him with words. "Rick, pay close attention. I need your help. "Dude, calm down, you're fustered. Amanda attacked. - I spit the words almost with disgust - She sent me a gift from

Amanda-style wedding. There's all the naughty things in my life in a box. Including videos

our amateurs. "Damn! - Rick exclaimed showing an afiction similar to mine, in his voice.-

Did Marianne see? "Lucky I found it frst." Just when I think that we were happy a few minutes ago opening presents together, a chill takes over.

my chest. If she found this I would be eternally fucked. Marianne needs to know,

but not now, not like this. I'll fnd the easiest and most painless way to tell her. - Dude... wouldn't it be better to open the game at once? - Henrique advises - Are you

married... if they like...

"Don't come up with wild ideas, Rick. I have a honeymoon prepared and there won't be

nothing to stop me. "It's not a far-fetched idea, dammit. It is the truth. This is all your past, it's not something so serious,

but to deceive her in this way is serious. "Are you going to help me or not?" "I'm starting to lose patience. - OK. It's your life, you decide. "I can imagine Henry on the other side panting with revolt.

- What I have to do? "I just need you to help me hide this shit. Mary and I are leaving, let's go

lunch at Candice's house. I'll give you the elevator password and leave a copy of the key

in that potted plant.