A Suggestion
A Vignette based on an Idea from Throne
By Maryanne Peters
I used to say that I could fuck anybody, but it was only supposed to be girls. The fact is that I had a huge sex drive, and it seemed so powerful that it was unhealthy. It was affecting my social life, even with the guys I mixed with. We were all interested in girls, or should I say ‘pussy’ because it was the entrance that shouted at me. The guys would joke about women being meat, but for me that was real. I wanted flesh to fuck.
It was when I started to do anal that I decided I needed to do something about my actions. I found myself looking at some guys and in my head I was imaging them over a table, pants down, with my cock up their ass. It was just another hole to fuck, but it was now becoming gay, and I was determined not to be that.
So, I went to see a therapist. I saw that he offered hypnotherapy, and I told him that I just needed to get these gay thoughts out of my head, just like he might get the craving for a cigarette out of a smoker’s head.
“Have you considered that you might be gay and this whole excessive sex with women might just be your way of denying it?” he said. “It appears that you are not particularly attracted to women if you only see them for their genitals. Perhaps you are truly attracted to men?”
I was pissed by that. I asked him whether he could help me or not – just do what you do. I laid back while he made some “suggestions” as to how I should behave.
The next time I went out with the boys just happened to be the time when I got a lecture about cooling it down a bit with the women we met. I was told that I was too hot and heavy with the girls, and it messed up the chances for all the other guys. I told them that I would stay right away from women that night to clear the way for them. If I had made a promise like that the week before I never would have been able to keep it, but that night was different.
The guys picked up a group of girls and I was the odd one out, I guess. I left them to it and ended up talking to some guy in the bar who was alone like I was. He was not the kind of guy I imagined fucking. He was like me, a real guy, but even more so.
“I see that you are not chasing the girls like your friends,” he said. “Just in case you might be thinking about it, I am not gay.”
“Hey, I believe that men should have sex only with women,” I said. “Somebody who takes a man inside her, has to be a woman … inside somehow. That’s what I believe.”
As I think about those words now, I wonder why I even said them. Or perhaps I wonder why I said them, or why I said them in that way. It was like I was inviting him to think of me as a woman. It was as if that was what I wanted.
What was the suggestion that the hypnotherapist planted in my head? All I know is that the rest of that night was a whirl, and a warm and wonderful whirl. I said goodbye to my friends and the girls they were talking to, and I went to another bar with my new friend and then he took me home to his apartment, where it so happened the girlfriend who had left him months ago was exactly the same size as me, I guess I went a little crazy.
I woke up in his bed and in his arms. The feeling of his hot jizz inside me was still fresh in my mind and I wanted that feeling again, there and then. Everything had changed but I knew that there was more that had to be changed.
It was weeks before I went back to the therapist to ask him what he had suggested. But by that time I was wearing women’s clothes full time, I was styling my hair in a feminine style and wearing makeup, and I was on hormones.
“This was not any suggestion I made,” he told me. “I just invited you to consider another way to get sexual pleasure. You don’t always need to be a giver where you need to be the potent one, feeling that you have to prove yourself. You can be underneath and invite your partner to play a dominant role. That was my suggestion. You were the one that denied you would ever consider a male partner, but I had a feeling that this was a lie you were telling yourself. Perhaps I was right?”
I guess he was. Looking back on it, I was not really attracted to women. I only fucked them to prove to myself that I wasn’t gay. I didn’t need to prove that. I am still not gay. I am a heterosexual woman. I just needed a good man and a little surgery to establish that.
The End
© Maryanne Peters 2024
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From a story idea from Throne he suggested be entitled “Booted” where “A homophobic jerk goes to a hypnotherapist to make himself even more aggressive with the ladies he dates …” but the therapist turns the tables "You turned me into some kind of gay bitch." The therapist tells him that 'bitches deserve whatever they get' from rough men.” I departed a little from his idea with this one, but is it plausible? I would really appreciate some comments. Audience participation has been sparse lately as I complain in a blog a week ago - "Frozen Hands?"
