Se connecterKingston groans, “Aeliana.” He moans, the moan accompanied by a familiar sound that I’ve missed. My eyes flutter open just in time to see him come, spilling all over my pussy and a little on my stomach. My pussy clenches around nothing and I almost come, reaching between my legs again. King grabs m
“Is that how I was looking at you?” He frowns. My lips pull into a small smile, ignoring his question. “I can help you get into—” My hand is already on his towel before he can speak, pulling it down. “Oh,” I swallow, staring down at his fully erect cock, precum leaking at the tip. So no help there,
AELIANA Therapy is great, certainly better than the old days when the healers would tie people up and flog them until they came to their senses or completely lost their senses. I expected Kingston to chicken out or simply not participate in therapy, but he was great, he did better than my dad, at
“It really isn’t.” She shakes her head. “I know and that kills me,” I swallow. “I want to help you, I want to make you so happy that you never remember that bastard again, I don’t want to accidentally remind you of him.” “Never,” her eyes soften as she squeezes my thigh. “You are my honey boy. The
An hour later, we sit in the office of a certain doctor Miller, a man known for his work. His office is…unique to say. There are paintings on the wall, some normal, some sexually suggestive and the rest just plain sex, different positions, different species. There’s a lot going on in here, it’s over
KINGSTON I talked to Eleanor about my problem, and she suggested a sex therapist. The office of a sex therapist is the last place I’d ever been in and yet that's where I'm headed. This just goes to show there's nothing I won’t do for Aeliana. Up until doctor Holland suggested therapy might help her







