Jay Friday

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Last updated: 7/28/25

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2024-12-12 16:43:14 +0000 UTC View Post

The Therapist [Part 8]

I had a very quiet two weeks between therapy appointments.

I followed Lexie's advice, and didn't contact Becca. It was harder than I expected initially, but every time I thought about reaching out to her, I also thought about our last conversation. And that firmed up my resolve. Obviously, I had some stuff to figure out.

I also followed Lexie's advice and jerked off when I felt like...

The Therapist [Part 7]

I was a bit nervous, but I had to admit, I felt...confident, for a change, as I headed home. Talking to Becca was the right thing to do. Lexie had given some great advice. Really actionable. I had been concerned about not seeing Stacy this past week -- I felt like things with Becca were on thin ice, and maybe they were. But the way Lexie had framed things gave me a level of clar...

The Therapist [Part 6]

Unfortunately, internet research didn't turn up much.

There was an Alexis Chao, licensed counselor, listed as working out of the same building. But nothing like Stacy's internet footprint. Eventually, with some digging, I found her LinkedIn profile, with a headshot. Asian features, dark eyes, full lips. Pretty. Younger looking than Stacy -- maybe in her early or mid 20s, jud...

The Therapist [Part 5]

I spent two weeks not exactly sure how to feel about my next therapy appointment.

Becca and I didn't talk about Stacy, after the night out at the bar. I got the sense that Becca was a little embarrassed, and to be honest, I was, too. We had both cum hard.

...because she had started talking about how hot Stacy was, while we were fucking.

As a result, we kind of avoided sex. I f...

The Therapist [Part 4]

I left the last appointment, got home, and started googling Stacy. Frankly, I was dreading it a bit. I expected to find evidence that she wasn't really a therapist, that this was some kind of weird hoax or scam.

Instead, I found an astonishing amount of evidence to the contrary.

She was a regular contributor to the Journal of Counseling Psychology and the Sexual Counse...

The Therapist [Part 3]

"So, as I recall you had some homework from last appointment..." Stacy was flipping back through a legal pad.

Here I was. Back again. Feeling -- like always, when I was in her office -- a little discombobulated.

I had almost canceled this appointment. It didn't feel like I had made progress in the intervening weeks, and even though Stacy had said she wouldn't make me feel bad or eve...

The Therapist [Part 2]

I waited, nervously, for the elevator to reach her floor.

I had been thinking about this appointment for two entire weeks.

Well, not this appointment. Last appointment.

What she'd done had been...unethical. Right? It had. I was pretty sure it had? I should file a complaint.

But it had also been hot. Hot enough to make me cum in my pants, without even touching my...

The Therapist [Part 1]

"Bro, I'm telling you, she really helped me out. I thought therapy was bullshit but like...she just knows what she's doing, I guess. She's got a bunch of credentials. I was super skeptical but my relationship has never been better."

This was a very surprising comment. Trevor was my bro-iest friend, a golden retriever in human form. His earnestness was characteristic of him. But his enthus...

A Hospital Stay [Part 2]

After Natalie left, I had a relatively quiet day. Denise, the lead nurse for the day shift on the floor, bustled in and out a few times; we settled into an easy rapport. I liked her. A police detective stopped by, interviewed me about what had happened, said his next stop was the bar to ask for camera footage, which I thought we ought to have. He left. I watched some shitty TV. I ate some shitt...

Big Man on Campus

Move-out day. The end of my junior year.

It had, all-in-all, been a good year. I had transferred here at the start of the year, hoping it would be easy to make a name for myself. It had been. This was a small school. A small place. The lacrosse team -- the one half-decent sport at this tiny liberal arts college -- had won a bunch of games. I played left forward. I was the best player on t...

A Hospital Stay [Part 1]

I blinked. It felt like I was in an elevator that the floor had dropped out of, or maybe a rollercoaster going through a loop-the-loop repeatedly.

One of the EMTs -- he had told me his name, but I couldn't remember it -- looked down at me with concern as we went in through the automatic double doors. "Sir, can you count to twenty for me?"

"Yeah, sure. One, two, three, our..ourour......