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By Hawk Richards

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 mesmerizing 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 manner. 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 counterparts 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 sudden, 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 stimulating 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 because 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 tension. 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. Anderson."
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 her laptop. 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.