In therapy my therapist gives me his buttocks.

Everything changed when he confessed that fear that he had hidden so much during all the sessions, that fear of being a sick person with no cure beyond loneliness and the harsh fear of reality. That he was a sex addict and that he could never find relief from all his desires. Since then he noticed how her warmth changed, how her questions were always directed to the same subject and how even her gaze was dark. So that day when she practically offered herself to him he knew that his cure would never come, so without further suffering he gave himself to his therapist.