I've been seeing this therapist for weeks now due to my supposed nymphomania and honestly, I'm completely infatuated with him. All my previous therapists had been strange women with brightly colored glasses, frames, and ugly scarves. I was shocked the first time I saw my new therapist. Dr. Cooper looked more like a lumberjack than a psychiatrist. I noticed how handsome he was in our first session. A rugged silver fox who commanded my attention from the first moment I saw him. My goal for the sessions changed instantly. I was going to seduce dr. Adam cooper. Every session, my brain played a supercut of every filthy fantasy id ever had. I wanted him to degrade me in disgusting, horrible ways. At our first session, I sat down on the firm white couch, and dr. Cooper introduced himself and told me to call him adam. He said he'd already read through my file and that he thought we could work well together if I was willing to put in the work. I flashed him my best angelic smile and said, of course, dr. Cooper. I had worn a plain dress with no discernible shape to it. It was the kind of dress that said, I can't possibly be a nympho. It would have been fine for my original plan, but I needed to switch it up if I was going to seduce adam. I went on telling him how horny power made me. I ran my hands over my body as I spoke. I watched his eyes chasing my hands as I trailed them idly over my nipples. Abruptly, he announced that our session was over. We still had 7 minutes, but I didn't argue. Just smiled and left. I knew I was getting close.