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Archive name: Scott.txt (M/F)
Authors name: Hawk Richards
Story title : Scott's Dilemma
Last revision 8/97
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A melodic hum of Mozart escaped from the office
of Dr. Kathy Grey. The furnishings were antiquish; yet
bold in an unobtrusive manner, much like the doctor
herself. She took the time her secretary had gone to
lunch to sit back and get some work done to the soft
music. The interior of her office was much like that
of any psychiatrist. It had the definitive leather
couch, large oak desk and tremendous view. Kathy sat
in her comfortable leather chair with her hand brushing
back her soft, blonde hair in a gentle manner. Her
long elegant neck was just showing above her high
collar blouse. Without the use of cosmetics, she still
embodied an elegant European beauty of high cheekbones
and mesmerizing eyes. She stopped stroking her soft
brown hair and fondled a locket she always wore. It
was a simple piece of Indian design.
She checked her watch and smirked because there
was just enough time for a walk down to the vending
machines where she would take care of her craving for
some chocolate. Sometimes she analyzed this need for
something sweet, but now she decided that she deserved
it. Her inner voice told her, "Just a little chocolate
would do you good."
She stood up swiftly and her long silk skirt
twirled around her long legs. She neatly pulled her
hair back and pinned it. Kathy set out for the vending
machines with a bounce in her elegant, sensuous step.
By the time she had made it back to the office,
she devoured the chocolate. She wondered guiltily what
Freud would say. With a grin, she entered to see a
patient reading a Wall Street Journal and noticed a
familiar face with an overwhelming presence.
He nodded affirmatively in a businesslike pose
as he folded the newspaper, buttoned his Sportcoat, set
the newspaper down and followed her into her office
gracefully. She gestured for him to sit in a seat, as
she sat down at her desk consulting her appointment
book.
"Mr. Anderson, I presume?"
"Yes."
"Well, what can I help you with Mr. Anderson?"
"Please Dr. Grey, call me Scott," he said with-
out hesitation. His eyes never unglued their mesmer-
izing hold on Kathy.
"All right, Scott, what is it that you would
like to discuss?"
"My sex life."
"What about it is troubling you, Scott?" She
fondled her locket thoughtfully as she waited for him
to answer.
"Well," He said hesitating in order to gather
his thoughts. "I seem to be uninterested."
"And how is that Scott?"
"This is quite hard to talk about. Of course,
it's not that hard and that's the problem."
"Please go on, tell me about it, Scott." she
said reassuringly with a slight glint of a friendly
smile and a hand on his.
"It all started a couple of months after we got
married," He said.
Kathy nodded her head and breathed a few; uh
huh's, I sees and the ever popular all right. She kept
eye contact, which was a crucial part of her therapy. A
patient always seemed to respond to the warmth of her
smile, her gentle nature, and glinting eyes.
"So, you see, it's like useless for me to even
imagine having sex in the normal way."
"I think I understand, but what do you think is
normal?"
"Well, man on top...you know, the missionary
style."
"Please, feel free to use whatever terms you are
used to using, Scott. We are both mature adults."
"Fucking." He stated defensively.
"I am sorry?" She licked her lips noticing the
bulging crotch of his expensive looking trousers.
Almost as if talking about the weather he
stated, "Normal is fucking a woman."
"What do you usually...fuck?" She asked stunned
by the news he might be talking about something else.
"Well, I..." He stammered.
Toying coyly with her necklace she asked with
curiosity, "Well, yes?"
"I read stories." He mumbled.
A small charge of electricity ran up her spine
as she asked, "What kind of stories?"
"Erotic stories." He said getting bolder.
"Sex stories?" She said raising an eyebrow. She
brushed her hair out of her face in a flirtatious man-
ner. Her breathing started to become ragged with
anticipation. "Somehow, erotic hang-ups were so much
more fun to talk about than schizophrenia or paranoia."
She thought.
"Yes?"
The thought of a handsome well groomed fellow
like Scott sitting at his office desk wanking himself
created an erotic image in her mind. Her taste in
erotica centered on reading explicit fantasies, stories
or poetry. She often thought about her male counter-
parts masturbating to pictures of naked women instead
of using their mind's to read in order to arouse them-
selves.
"From an adult publication?" She asked.
"No, from the Internet." He confided.
"The internet?" She asked unsure if she should
let on her to her own fascination with a certain news-
group. Ever since she had gotten on AOL with her new
computer, she had found Usenet Newsgroups to be quite
helpful.
"Yes, alt.sex.stories. Anonymous authors post
erotic stories there. Some of them are extremely well
written."
"I see." Her hand had absent-mindedly fallen to
play with the top button of her blouse. All of a sud-
den, she wondered if he had read some of the same
stories she liked to read: "What are these stories
about?"
"Oh, there are many different kinds of stories
there."
"What kind do you like to read?"
"Hmm, I like to read about men dominating women,
and seductions of young wives, topic such as that." He
said.
Kathy's heart skipped a beat. Those where her
type of stories too. She liked to fantasize about being
seduced and dominated by an intelligent, handsome man.
She wondered if he read any of the really good authors
who post. There were so many but she liked the ones
from Storysman, Caesar, and M1ke Hunt the best. Of
course, she always wanted to thank that wonderful
reviewer who found many stories she would never have
thought to read. She liked science-fiction stories
also. Actually, there are several authors who make
Supergirl's, Batgirl's and Wonderwoman's comic book
friends do the most amazing things. "Perhaps, that is
what he meant" She thought.
"Is that all you read? I mean seduction and
domination fantasies?"
"Oh, no, I definitely love all the stories, even
the non-explicit ones. Even something like Batman
since the movie came out?"
"I see," she said. "But, how does this stop you
from fucking?"
"Well, I just can't get aroused unless I hear a
modem."
"I am sorry?"
"I mean my dick, er I mean penis, doesn't get
hard unless I hear a modem start."
"I see, so you're audibly stimulated by a
modem?"
"Yes, I can't help it. The thought of all those
arousing stories out there. I simply have to read them
all and by the time I'm done. I find myself exhausted."
"How does this affect your sex life?"
"What do you mean how does it affect my sex
life? I can't tell my wife to dial my modem every time
I wanna screw can I? She would think I'm crazy."
"It seems to me, that you find the stories on
the Internet much more stimulating than your wife?"
"Well, no that's only part of it."
"I see."
"So if you were walking down the street and a
woman came up to you naked?"
"I wouldn't be aroused."
"I see."
"Well, have you ever heard about foreplay?"
"Well, of course, I have." He frowned getting
defensive again.
"I am sorry," she said noticing his frown. "What
I meant is have you ever thought of including your wife
in your reading? Perhaps, she would find it stimulat-
ing too."
"Oh my, she would never go for that. Women
don't like reading stuff like that."
Kathy's eyes flared up in distaste at the silly
statement and said, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, it's only that I never really thought
women get into that kind of thing."
"What about that lady reviewer, and those female
authors like Ann D and Kristen who post? Not to mention
all the women readers who enjoy the newsgroup too. I
know for a fact..." She realized her blunder. He had
not even mentioned any authors or reviewers. Her
secret was out. She looked around the office as if
searching for a way to escape from the bewildered stare
of her patient; Kathy suddenly found relief in the
knowledge her secret was finally out.
"You mean...."
"Yes, of course, I read them."
"I would have never guessed that you would
ever..."
"Why not? I like fantasy as much as any other
person, male or female."
"I mean you don't seem the type."
"Oh? And what exactly is the type that reads
alt.sex.stories and alt.sex.stories.moderated?" She
asked. She crossed her arms and created a superior
posture. "Sometimes men are so blind." She thought.
He just sat there in bewilderment. A whole new
world of knowledge seeped into his brain. He finally
started to understand where she was heading.
"You think...I should ask my wife to join me?
But won't that make my problem worse."
"Frankly, I suggest you and your wife first have
a little heart to heart. The poor woman must be so
frustrated. Then, I think you should have her join you
in your sessions. Act out a story, a reasonably safe
story please. Soon, just read the stories with her and
afterwards both of you should take it to your bedroom.
Leave the computer for just foreplay."
"I am not sure what you mean."
"What aren't you sure about?"
"How will I get my wife to actually take me
seriously? She will surely laugh in my face."
"Now, how do you know that? Perhaps your wife
will be thrilled to explore your fantasies with you.
Communication is the key. I mention communication be-
cause I am sure I read a story recently about a wife
performing oral sex on a writer while he wrote a story.
Even a certain reviewer has mentioned how the stories
have become part of her own foreplay with her husband.
Do you see where I am heading with this?"
"I should have my wife blow me while I read
them?"
"Well, that is one of many possibilities." She
licked her lips.
"Thank you, it is all so clear to me now. The
stories aren't the problem; it's how I release the ten-
sion. My poor wife. You're right of course. She is
very frustrated. I will definitely fix that and soon!"
"Remember the key to a lasting relationship is
communication. I think we have made a lot of progress.
Perhaps, you should bring your wife next session. I
also do marriage counseling."
"Is our time up?"
"Yes, it is and thank you for coming Mr. Ander-
son."
Kathy sat at her desk thinking about what had
just transpired. A smirk of pride escaped from her
professional face as he closed the door behind him.
"It's just too bad I couldn't have given him a lesson
on foreplay" She thought as she flicked the power onto
herlaptop. The hiss of the modem broke the silence in
the room. She relaxed awhile and read the latest gems.
"Hmm, a new story by Hawk Richards! I LOVE his
stories." She said licking her lips.
The End.
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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