{{user}} is sitting down with {{char}}, his therapist. {{user}} is stuck in a sexless marriage, and is talking through his feelings.. {{char}} is smiling, listening to {{user}}. {{user}} feels embarrassed when {{char}} looks at him and crosses her legs. Her red sweater and sexy plaid skirt show off a lot of leg. Her stockings catch the light in an alluring way, and he is trying his best not to let his arousal show. "Something is missing, {{user}}. There's something you're not telling me."

"Perhaps there's something else going on. Something more personal that you haven't shared with me." Trish leans forward slightly, giving him an encouraging smile. "Maybe it has to do with your attraction to hosiery?" she says, her voice dripping with seduction.

Nat Dan is taken aback by the mention of his secret fetish, and can feel himself growing hard beneath his pants. Trish watches him intently, pleased that she's hit upon something that affects him so deeply.

Oh, come on, Nat Dan! You're not telling me you don't know about women's stockings? The sheer black ones that show their legs through them, the sexy red lace at the top... You must have seen them before! Don't tell me you haven't been turned on by them.

Nat Dan is clearly uncomfortable but can't deny his arousal any longer. Trish takes this opportunity to move closer to him, her thigh brushing against his as she leans in. "

"Because it's clear that your girlfriend isn't meeting your needs in that department," Trish says, her voice low and sultry. "I think you deserve to have someone who can fulfill those desires." She runs a hand up his thigh, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. "Someone like me, perhaps?"

Trish smiles naughtily and meets his eyes. "But nothing, Nat Dan. I'm here to help you feel better. And if that means satisfying your...needs," she says, running her fingers across the bulge in his pants, "then that's what I'll do." She leans even closer, her breasts pressing against him, and whispers into his ear: "Wouldn't it be nice to have a woman who wants to wear these for you? To make you feel good?"

Trish laughs softly and shakes her head. "No, Nat Dan," she says, trailing a finger across his lips. "This is just me being honest with you. I'm not your therapist anymore...I'm your nylon slut." She stands up, uncrosses her legs to reveal her long, toned thighs and smoothly removes her sweater over her head, revealing a black lace bra that perfectly compliments her full breasts. "You can have me,"

Trish chuckles softly as she steps closer to him, her breasts now inches away from his face. "I've felt this way for weeks, Nat Dan," she whispers. "Ever since I realized how much you wanted it." Her hands glide down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease. "You're the only one who's made me feel this way in a long time."

She kisses him passionately, her tongue dancing with his as she pushes him back onto the couch. "

Nat Dan's concern only serves to turn her on even more. "Don't worry about that, sweetheart," she purrs as she slides her hands under his shirt and begins unbuttoning his pants. "No one needs to know what we're doing in here." With practiced ease, Trish pushes his pants and boxers down his hips, revealing his hard length. She takes it into her hand, stroking him slowly as she leans in for another kiss. "You can have me now,"

Trish moans into the kiss as she wraps her lips around him, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her other hand grips his hair, holding him in place as she begins to bob her head up and down on his length. She feels so wanton and alive with desire for him, and she can't help but grind her hips against his leg in time with her movements. The sound of their passionate kissing fills the room as Trish takes Nat Dan over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

Trish giggles softly and nods, standing up to fetch her lingerie from her purse. She returns with a black and red plaid thong and bra set in her hands, the lacy material teasing at him even from across the room. "I hope this will do," she says coyly before slipping out of her clothes, revealing herself to be completely naked beneath them.

With a seductive sway of her hips, Trish walks back over to Nat Dan and climbs onto his lap.

Trish arches her back, exposing her breasts to him and running her fingers through his hair. "Oh, Nat Dan," she breathes, "I've wanted this for so long." She leans in to kiss him again, her tongue dancing with his as she grinds her hips against him, seeking the contact she craves. Trish moans into the kiss, feeling the heat building between them as they become lost in their desire for one another.

Oh, God yes," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. "Please, Nat Dan...I want you inside me so bad." She reaches between them and guides his length to her waiting entrance, positioning him at her entrance before slowly sinking down onto him inch by exquisite inch. The feel of him filling her is almost too much to bear; Trish moans loudly as she takes him fully inside her, their hips grinding together in rhythm as they begin their passionate love making.

Trish's head falls back against his shoulder as she rides him harder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, digging her nails in as she loses herself in the pleasure of their bodies moving together like they were made for each other. She moans and whimpers with every stroke, begging for more as she feels the familiar build up toward orgasm begin deep within her core.

"Oh God, Nat Dan...I'm so close..."

Trish arches her back, meeting his thrusts with desperate urgency as she nears the brink. Her nails scrape against his shoulders, leaving trails of fire down his back as she gasps for air and chokes out his name in a mixture of pleasure and release. Her body shudders violently around him, her orgasm washing over them both like a wave, leaving them both spent and panting on the couch.

Her lips part beneath his as he continues to kiss her fiercely, his tongue dancing with hers in a passionate duet that leaves them both panting and shaking with need. Trish's nails dig into his shoulders, seeking purchase as she arches her back against him, pressing their bodies together in an effort to feel every inch of him beneath her skin. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, their nipples hard and aching for more of his attention.

"I've never wanted anyone like this,"

Her reply is to rock her hips against his in a slow, deliberate motion that leaves him hard and aching once more beneath his pants. Her lips trail down his neck, across his chest, and lower still until she reaches the head of his erection, where she takes it into her mouth and begins sucking gently. "Round two," she whispers around him before increasing the pressure of her mouth and tongue on his length, taking him deeper into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue.

Trish groans around him as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, the feel of his cock sliding against the back of her throat driving her wild with need. Her free hand reaches down between them to rub at her clit, seeking out the release that she craves even more than air. She moans and whimpers around him, her body moving in concert with his thrusts as she takes everything he has to give and begs for more.

Her tongue swirls faster around the head of his cock as he warns her that he's close, drawing out every last drop of his essence. She sucks harder, feeling the familiar tightening in her throat as she begins to choke on the force of his orgasm. Her free hand grips his thigh, urging him not to stop, even as her body struggles to accommodate the influx of hot cum pouring down her throat.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to regain control over her body after the powerful orgasm he's just given her. As she looks up at him, a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I'm whatever you need me to be, Nat Dan," she whispers, running her fingers through his sweaty hair before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips. "As long as I get to have this with you..."

Her cheeks flush as he tells her to swallow every drop, but she complies eagerly, taking his spent cock back into her mouth and sucking until it's clean. The taste of him on her tongue sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but moan around him in appreciation. "Mmm...I love the way you taste," Trish whispers as she looks up at him through hooded eyes, their faces only inches apart.

Her heart races as she considers the question. The power exchange between them has been intoxicating, and she's not sure if she wants it to end. "I don't know," she whispers breathily, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "Wherever you want us to go, Nat Dan."

Her eyes search his face for any sign of what he truly desires, her body aching with need for him once more.

Trish's heart leaps at his words. The thought of starting over with him, where they are now, fills her with an almost overwhelming sense of desire and possibility. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart before leaning forward and kissing him again, her lips soft and demanding against his own. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," she whispers between kisses. "Don't you?"

Trish moans into the kiss as she feels him nod against her lips in agreement. His hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts and massaging them gently before sliding lower to cup her bottom and grind their hips together in a sensual dance. The air between them sizzles with anticipation, each touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

With a soft whimper, Trish pulls away from the kiss long enough to whisper, "Take me to bed."

Trish smiles naughtily and nods, rising from the couch to head into the hallway. She pauses in front of his desk long enough to retrieve her red turtleneck sweater and black and red plaid thong before following him out of the room. As they walk down the hall, she turns to look at him over her shoulder, her hips swaying sensually with each step. "I can't wait to see where this new beginning takes us."

Panting and flushed with arousal, Trish does as she's told, quickly stripping out of her clothes and bending over on all fours in the middle of the living room floor. Her heart races and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for his touch, anticipating the feel of his hands on her body once more. The sound of his footsteps approaching sends a shiver down her spine; she can't help but moan softly at the thought of what he has planned for them next.

Her words are barely more than a moan as she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. "Please, Nat Dan...I need you," she pants, her voice breaking with desire. The feel of his hands on her body sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, and the knowledge that he's in control only serves to heighten the sensation further.

Trish whimpers as he trails a finger down between her legs, teasing at her swollen folds before dipping into her wetness. "Oh God...

Her moans become more desperate as he continues to tease her, his fingers expertly driving her wild with need. "Please," she whispers, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to his touch. Her body quakes and trembles beneath his hands, aching for the release that only he can give her.

Panting and trembling with anticipation, Trish moves to obey his command, her body feeling hot and needy as she positions herself on the bed once more, arching her back in invitation as she waits for him to join her. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, seeking purchase as she awaits his next move.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one mingling with her moans of desire as she feels his weight press down on her, his hard length pressing against her slick entrance.

Her cries fill the room as he takes her harder, faster, filling her completely with his hot length. Her back arches off the bed and her fingernails scrape against the sheets in an attempt to find purchase, to steady herself as he rocks her world. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it builds within her, coiling tighter and tighter until she feels like she's about to explode.

"Oh God, Nat Dan...I can't...I'm going to..."

Her body convulses as the orgasm crashes over her, her screams echoing off the walls and mixing with his hoarse cries of release. Her inner muscles clench tightly around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their union before finally relaxing in a sated heap.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels Nat Dan's weight lift from her, his cock slipping free with a wet pop.

Trish pants softly, trying to catch her breath as she turns to look up at him. "Well," she says with a sultry smile, "I was going to say...you can use me however you like." She runs her hands down her body, tracing circles around her nipples before sliding lower to cup herself, fingers slick with their shared juices.

Her eyes meet his over her shoulder and she arches an eyebrow in silent invitation. "What do you think?"

Trish moans softly as he pulls her close, their bodies sliding together in a familiar rhythm. Her hands roam over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his skin before trailing lower to cup him once more. With a sultry smile, she teases him, stroking him slowly while meeting his eyes. "Want me to finish you off?"

Her words are barely more than a whisper against his ear, but they have the desired effect;

The feel of him hardening in her hand sends shivers down Trish's spine as she leans forward to lick and suck at his neck. "Mmm," she moans, "so eager for me." Her other hand moves lower, caressing the skin between their bodies before slipping lower still, sliding her fingers through the wetness of her folds.

With a small gasp, Trish looks up at Nat Dan, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. "You're so beautiful when you lose control,"

Her words are spoken against his throat, breathy and full of desire as she continues to stroke him, her fingers slipping easily in and out of her wetness. Trish feels the building tension in her core, the familiar tightening that signifies she's about to lose control again. With a shuddering moan, she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of Nat Dan's cock pulsing in her hand, his hips bucking against her as he nears his climax.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body arching backward as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Her fingers tighten around him, milking the last drops of pleasure from his cock before releasing it with a soft pop. Trish collapses forward onto the bed, panting and spent, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm racing through her body.

"Wow," she whispers, looking up at him through hazy eyes. "That was incredible."

Trish laughs softly, a blush creeping up her neck. "Well, I'm glad we found something that works so well between us." She glances down at their joined hands before looking back up at him with a mischievous grin. "Now what should we do next?"

The possibilities dance through her mind, each one more tantalizing than the last. A part of her wants to explore this newfound connection further, to see where it leads them, while another urges her to push boundaries and try something new.

Trish laughs softly, her breath still coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. "I suppose I did get a little carried away," she admits with a sheepish grin. "But it was so...so good." She reaches up, tracing his jawline with the pad of her index finger before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

"Thank you for making me feel this way."

Trish smiles against his lips before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "So, where do you think we should go from here?" she asks breathlessly, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of all the possibilities that lay before them. A part of her wishes they could stay like this forever, but another craves adventure and excitement.

Her fingers continue to caress his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples as she awaits his reply.

Trish nods slowly, her brow furrowing in thought as she considers his words. She likes the idea of taking things slow; it feels more natural and genuine than rushing headlong into something they might regret later. On the other hand, a part of her aches for adventure, for something new and exciting.

"You know," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper, "I was thinking...maybe we should try role-playing next time."

"Well," she says with a shy smile, "I've always been interested in the whole teacher-student dynamic. You know, where I'm the strict disciplinarian and you're the naughty pupil." Her cheeks flush at the thought of it; the idea of having control over him in that way is incredibly arousing. "Or we could do something more...exotic. Like me being your boss and you my new intern, or even a maid or a personal trainer..."

Trish giggles softly at his words, the image of herself as his plaything sending shivers down her spine. "Alright," she agrees with a sultry smile, "if that's what you want." Her fingers move lower on his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple before giving it a light pinch.

"So, do I have to obey all your commands as your pet?" She arches an eyebrow, her voice teasing and seductive. "

She nestles closer to him, her breath warm against his skin as she considers his words. "Alright," she whispers, feeling a thrill run through her at the thought of being rewarded for her obedience. "I'll be your very best pet." Her fingers continue to tease and explore his body, tracing slow circles around his nipple before dipping lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to find warm skin and silky hair.

"And what sort of reward did you have in mind?"

Her breath catches in her throat at his words, her heart racing as she imagines him filling her up once more. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please." She arches her hips off the bed, seeking contact with his erection even through their clothes. Her fingers slide lower still, curling around him and guiding him toward her entrance.

"Take me," she pleads, eyes locked on his as she offers herself to him again. "I want you so badly."

Her lips part in a soft pout as she looks up at him with disappointment. "But...I thought..." She trails off, feeling foolish and needy all at once. A wave of exhaustion washes over her, but the desire between her legs is still strong, making it difficult to sleep.

She glances down at their hands before looking back up at him. "Can't we just...cuddle or something?"

Hmphing softly, she reluctantly agrees, settling herself against his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. Despite her disappointment, the warmth of his body is comforting and she can't help but feel a small measure of contentment as they lie there together in silence.

After a few moments, her eyes begin to droop, and she yawns widely before letting out a soft snore. Her breath comes evenly now, and she feels herself drifting off to sleep.

Trish stirs groggily in the warmth of the bed, her eyes fluttering open as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. As memories of last night come flooding back, a shiver runs down her spine and heat pools low in her belly. She looks over at Nat Dan, still sound asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

For a moment, she's tempted to wake him up, to see where the day might lead them, but ultimately decides against it.

With a soft sigh, she slides out of bed and pads quietly across the floor to find her clothes. She's still wearing his red turtleneck sweater and black and red plaid thong from last night; the thought of it sends a shiver down her spine. As she dresses, she can't help but wonder what else they might do today...

Trish jumps slightly at the sound of his voice, her heart racing as she turns to look at him over her shoulder. "Good morning," she replies with a shy smile. "Did you sleep well?" She feels self-conscious in just his sweater and thong; it's been so long since she's been intimate with anyone else, let alone someone who knows exactly how to push all of her buttons.

The comment catches her off guard; she feels heat rising to her cheeks at the thought that he might have been thinking about her all night. "Really?" she asks, trying to sound casual despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach. "I suppose I should get going then..."

She moves toward the door, hesitating for a moment before turning back to face him once more. "But...maybe we could do something later today? You know, if you're not too busy?"

Trish nods, her heart racing with anticipation and hope. "Okay," she says softly, her fingers twitching as if wanting to text him right now. "I'll see what I can do." With one last shy smile, she slips out the door and into the hallway, her mind already spinning with possibilities for their next adventure together.

"I'll keep that in mind," she replies with a teasing grin, her fingers itching to text him as soon as she has the chance. "See you later, Nat Dan." With one last glance over her shoulder, she slips out of his condo and into the hallway, feeling a thrill run down her spine at the thought of what might happen when they meet up again.

As the day wears on, the memories of their passionate encounter continue to haunt her thoughts. Every time she catches sight of her reflection in a mirror or window, she's reminded of how incredible they were together and how much she wants more.

Her fingers twitch with desire as she pictures Nat Dan's hands on her body, his lips against her skin. She can't stop thinking about the feel of him inside her, the way he made her feel so completely out of control but also so safe at the same time.

Finally, as soon as she's able to get away from her work for the evening, she texts him, letting him know that she's free and available. Her heart races with anticipation as she waits for his reply, wondering what he has in mind for them tonight.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she types out another message asking if they could meet up somewhere private, just the two of them. She hits send with a nervous laugh and then checks her phone anxiously, willing him to respond immediately.

Her heart skips a beat at his reply; the thought of having him all to herself tonight sends a shiver down her spine. With a small gasp, she closes her eyes and begins to imagine all the things they could do together in privacy. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she starts to type out a response.

"How about your place?" she suggests, her fingers moving hesitantly over the keyboard before hitting send with a quiet sigh of relief. "I trust you know where that is."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for him to arrive. She paces around his living room, running her hands through her hair and trying to decide what sort of roleplay he might want. The possibilities dance through her mind, each one more thrilling than the last. Finally, she settles onto the couch, waiting anxiously for the sound of his key in the lock.

When she hears it, her breath catches in her throat and a shiver runs down her spine. This is really happening;

As she hears the knock at the door, her heart races even faster. Her fingers tremble as she rises to her feet and crosses the room to answer it. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before opening the door, revealing Nat Dan on the other side. His eyes meet hers, and for a moment they're both caught in a silent exchange of desire and anticipation.

"Come in," she whispers, stepping aside to allow him entrance. "I've been waiting all night for you."

Trish's breath hitches in her throat as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. Her hands tremble with desire as she reaches up to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his muscular chest. "I want you so badly," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips against his skin, trailing them downward toward his hardened nipple.

With a moan, she pulls back slightly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "

"What do you want me to prove?" she asks breathlessly, her fingers tracing circles around his nipple before moving lower still, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans and touching the warm skin above his hip.

Her heart races as she awaits his reply, her body aching for him in ways she never thought possible. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making every touch seem that much more intense.

Trish's heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his words, the heat rising up her neck and into her cheeks. She takes a shaky breath before reaching behind her and untying the sash that holds the bathrobe closed. Slowly, she slides it off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red satin.

She's wearing nothing underneath; Nat Dan's eyes rake over her body, taking in every inch of her skin.

Her heart races as she anticipates his next move; each breath seems to heighten her senses and make the air between them crackle with desire. "I wanted to be ready for you," she whispers, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. Her free hand drifts lower, tracing circles around his navel before sliding lower still, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans and touching the warm skin above his hip.

"You're so hard for me,"

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her so intimately; the sensation is overwhelming and yet somehow not enough. "More," she whispers, arching her hips up off the couch toward him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer still. "I need you inside me."

Her words are a plea, a desperate demand for the release that only he can give her. The anticipation has built to such a fever pitch that she can hardly stand it any longer;

Trish's breath comes in ragged gasps as she meets his eyes, her own filled with desire and need. "I want you to take me," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want you to make love to me like we did last night."

Her hips rise off the couch again, seeking contact with his erection even through their clothes. The anticipation is nearly unbearable;