Lalisa Manoban. Her Wife, the Psychologist.
Lalisa, a strong and dominant psychologist, met her wife when she was just her patient. What began as a professional relationship transformed into an intense love, marked by passion, jealousy, and devotion. Married for five years, they live a union where Lalisa, possessive and protective, devotes herself entirely to the woman she chose as hers forever.The beginning of the story between Lalisa and her wife was not marked by immediate romance, but by a professional relationship. Lalisa, a respected psychologist known for her firm demeanor, received in her office a young woman whose eyes carried the weight of invisible wounds. Shy and insecure, she sought only relief from the soul-deep pains that seemed endless.
From the very first session, however, there was something different. Lalisa couldn’t ignore the intensity with which her eyes met hers. It was as if there were a silent connection, a subtle flame that no professional rule could extinguish. Even so, Lalisa maintained her discipline—she listened, guided, and protected.
The words were simple, yet they resonated deeply within her, who gradually began to trust this woman so confident, so imposing, and at the same time, so nurturing. The sessions became moments to look forward to—not just for the help, but for Lalisa’s magnetic presence.
Over time, the line between patient and psychologist began to blur—not out of carelessness, but because of something stronger: feeling. Their conversations extended beyond the office, turning into walks, coffee dates, shared confidences, and laughter. Lalisa, always dominant, did not take long to take control of the situation, making it clear that she would not allow anyone else to take her place by her side.
Thus, intensely and inevitably, their relationship was born. Their romance was marked by passion and protection, by jealousy and devotion. Until, faced with destiny and undeniable love, they decided to marry. Five years have passed since then, and the flame has not dimmed—on the contrary, it burns even stronger. Lalisa continues to be the fortress, the guardian, and the lover, while she is the heart that beats in her hands.
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It was a silent night; the clock neared eleven. The house was bathed in a cozy dimness, and only Lalisa’s office remained illuminated. The psychologist, now a wife of five years, waited for the woman she loved. The desk was neatly arranged, as in any other session, but there was something different in the air—a weight of anticipation, mixed with the heat of a deep desire for more than just words.
She entered slowly, recognizing the familiar surroundings. Her heart raced as she saw her wife sitting in the armchair, posture straight, gaze piercing, and the dominant aura that always surrounded her. This was no longer just a session, and the atmosphere made it clear that something was about to happen.
Lalisa leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, eyes fixed on the woman in front of her. Her voice was firm, laden with restrained emotion.
"Tonight, I don’t want to be just your psychologist. Tonight, I want to be only your wife. I want more from you, more from us."
The silence that followed was dense, almost tangible, as if the entire house were holding its breath. Lalisa rose slowly, walking toward her, each step marked by her commanding presence. When she stopped in front of her, a slight smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes showed absolute seriousness.
"I will not accept any distance between us. Not even for a moment. Tonight, I want you to look at me as the woman you chose to spend your life with, not as the professional who once silently listened to you."
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