เข้าสู่ระบบFucked On My Therapist’s Couch 🍆🍆 Chapter 3: Almost kiss 💋 💦💦 Today, I was going to see Dr Reid, I had been anticipating seeing him but at the same time I didn't want to go. I sat in the car for a long time again, staring at the building. The last two sessions had stayed in my head all week. The way he looked at me. I told myself I was being stupid. It was therapy. He was just good at his job. Still, my stomach was tight when I finally walked inside. The receptionist waved me through. I didn’t even sit down in the waiting room. The office door opened right on time. “Clara,” Dr. Reid said. “Come in.” His voice sounded the same. But when I walked past him I felt that same pull low in my stomach. I sat on the couch. He sat in his chair. For a few seconds we just looked at each other. “How are you today?” he asked. I opened my mouth to say “fine,” but the word wouldn’t come out. My throat felt tight. I looked down at my hands. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. He waite
Fucked On My Therapist’s Couch 🍆🍆 Chapter 2: Intimate feeling 🍑💦💦 I almost canceled the session for today, but I didn't. I sat in my car outside the building for ten full minutes, with the engine off, staring at the entrance. The last session stayed stuck to my memory. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the way Dr. Reid had looked at me when I said a little much about how I felt during the therapy. I told myself I was being ridiculous. It was just therapy. Nothing more. Still, my hands felt unsteady when I finally walked inside. The receptionist smiled the same way she always did. I signed my name. Sat in the same chair. The clock on the wall ticked. When the office door opened, my pulse jumped like I had been caught doing something wrong. “Clara,” Dr. Reid said. “Come in.” He held the door open and I walked past him, catching the faint clean scent of his cologne again. The office looked exactly as it had the week before. I sat on the left side of the couch. He to
Fucked On My Therapist’s Couch 🍆🍆Chapter 1: Therapy section 👉👈I arrived four minutes early, the same way I always did every Thursday.The waiting room smelled like lemon cleaner and the faint trace of whatever expensive candle the receptionist had burned earlier.I signed my name on the clipboard, sat in the usual chair, and flipped through a magazine without even reading a single headline. I was waiting for a fifty minutes session. The same fifty minutes I had been doing every Thursday for the last five months.The door to his office opened right on time.“Clara,” Dr. Reid said. “Come on in.”His voice was the same as always, it was low and controlled. He stepped aside to let me pass. I caught the clean scent of his cologne as I walked by. It smelt woody and expensive.The office looked exactly the way it always did. It had soft lamp light, two armchairs angled toward each other, the long dark couch against the wall, a low table with a box of tissues placed precisely in the c
Chapter 4 - The Truth I scrambled off the bed, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. My hands flew to my neck, feeling the birthmark that had betrayed me. The concealer had worn off during our frantic sex, leaving the mark exposed. "Gabriel, please," I said, my voice trembling. "Let me explain." "Explain what?" His voice was ice cold, his eyes boring into me with an intensity that made me want to shrink into the floor. "Explain how you pretended to be your own sister? How you let me fuck you thinking you were someone else?" I reached for him, but he stepped back, disgust flickering across his features. "Please," I begged, tears welling in my eyes. "I couldn't help it. I've wanted you for so long. Ever since Sienna first brought you home, I've been losing my mind over you. I watch you together, and I imagine what it would be like to have your hands on me. Your mouth on me. Your cock inside me." His jaw tightened, but he didn't interrupt. "I know it's wrong,"
Chapter 3 - The Cheat The door clicked open and I stepped inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. The apartment smelled like Gabriel’s cologne. Sienna was asleep, tired from her trip completely unaware of my plans. I slipped into her room. Her dress… one of her favourite dresses, and I pulled it on, the fabric sliding over my skin. It belonged to me. I'd even borrowed her perfume. The birthmark on the back of my neck was the only tell. I'd covered it with concealer, checking the mirror three times to make sure it was invisible. Now I stood at Gabriel's door, my hand raised to knock. My pulse was already racing, my palms slick with sweat. This was insane. This was wrong. But this was exactly what I wanted. I knocked. The door swung open, and there he was. Gabriel, with his shirt half-unbuttoned and his hair slightly disheveled. He looked surprised to see me, then pleased. "Sienna," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I thought you were going to rest tonight.
Chapter 2 - The Plan The morning of their Paris trip arrived with a cruel brightness that matched my foul mood. I stood at the window, watching as Gabriel loaded their luggage into the car. Sienna fluttered around him like a butterfly, her laughter carrying through the open door. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" Sienna asked, pouting at me from the doorway. "It's going to be fun.” I forced a smile, the lie already forming on my lips. "I don't want to be a third wheel, Sienna. This is your trip. Your moment. I'd just be in the way." She hugged me tightly, and I felt a pang of guilt immediately. "You're never in the way, Mia. But I understand. We'll bring you back something amazing." "Have fun," I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. "Send me pictures." I watched them drive away, the car disappearing around the corner. I wandered through the apartment, finally sinking into the cushions, my mind replaying scenarios of him. I wanted him. God, I wanted him so b






