Chip sat in the waiting room, a classy professional office with chrome and glass. His heart raced as he thought about what he was about to do. He had heard of Annabelle’s unique therapy methods for men and hoped she could help him with his emotional blockage.

    Annabelle was a striking woman with long brunette curls and bangs. She wore a fitted red dress that accentuated her curves. Chip couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked towards him.

    “Chip, it’s nice to meet you. Come on in,” she said with a warm smile.

    Chip followed her into her office, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of her large desk. He started to discuss his problem, but he found it difficult to put into words.

    Annabelle noticed his struggle and suggested they move to the chaise lounge in the corner of the room.

    “Sometimes it’s easier to talk about things when you’re more comfortable,” she said, patting the cushion next to her.

    Chip hesitated for a moment but then nodded and joined her on the chaise lounge.

    As they sat down, Annabelle reached out and placed her hand on Chip’s thigh.

    “Is it okay if I take out your dick?” she asked, looking him directly in the eyes.

    Chip was taken aback by her question but nodded, unable to speak.

    Annabelle slowly unzipped Chip’s pants and pulled out his dick. She began to suck gently, her warm mouth enveloping him.

    “Talk to me about your feelings,” she said, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

    Chip couldn’t at first, but as Annabelle’s sucking got more intense, he began to share. He talked about his childhood, his relationships, and his fears.

    Annabelle listened intently, encouraging him to keep talking as she continued to suck him off.

    Suddenly, Chip was face fucking her, his hips thrusting wildly as he talked about his trauma.

    “Fuck, Annabelle. I’ve never felt this way before,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.

    Annabelle continued to suck him off until he came deep in her throat. She swallowed every last drop, never breaking eye contact with him.

    Chip collapsed back onto the chaise lounge, his body spent.

    Annabelle unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her naked breasts. She held him to her, his head resting on her chest as he cried and laughed with relief.

    “It’s okay, Chip. You’re safe here,” she said, rubbing his back.

    Chip looked up at her with tears in his eyes.

    “Thank you, Annabelle. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

    Annabelle smiled back at him.

    “That’s what I’m here for, Chip. I’m glad I could help,” she said, her voice filled with warmth and compassion.

    Chip left Annabelle’s office feeling like a new man. He had faced his fears and come out the other side. He knew that he still had work to do, but for the first time in a long time, he felt hopeful.

    As he walked out of the building, he couldn’t help but think about Annabelle and the unique therapy methods she used.

    He smiled to himself, already looking forward to his next session

xoxo – Annabelle

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