Two

Teresa harshly slammed the door behind her and tossed her heels into the corner of the room like they personally offended her. Well they did actually. The heels were tight and made her toes scrunch up together. Her heels were red and they hurt whenever she put them down on the ground.

"Just great."She hissed as she limped to her bed dropping on the soft bouncing bed .

The blazer followed suit and was tossed to the couch in the corner of the room. Then the blouse went next and finally her bra. After Each piece felt like she was peeling away the day layer by suffocating layer. She tossed her bra to a corner of room feeling the relief at her breasts being free from bondage. Her milky white breasts had reds stripe marks from the harsh hold of the bra. She held up her breasts massaging them softly. Her fingers traced her nipples and she shuddered as she felt the sharp feeling shoot through her spine. Sje kneaded her soft big breasts, trying to grab in her hand the much that she could.

Her tiny apartment was quiet, dim. Mariana wasn’t home yet. She hadn't seen her motorcycle downstairs are her room was locked.

She looked back to check if she had remembered to lock her bedroom door out of habit. Not that anyone ever knocked. She never had visitors around and Mariana had the habit of waltzing into her room unannounced.

Teresa laid back down on the bed and continued to sensually massage her sensitive breasts. Within seconds she felt warmth pool down in her vagina and her clitoris began to ache.

She released one hand and sensually traced it down her body. From her boobs to her stomach and then softly teased her inner thighs before she placed her index finger on her clitoris.

She traced her finger round her vagina, feeling the water that had heavily pooled down then. She then stuck her index finger along with her middle finger into her hole and messaged her clitoris with her thumb. She started slow and gentle, trying to work her way to her orgasm. When the pleasure peaked up, she went faster, harsher. The squishy noise come from the impact of her fingers and the fluid splashing from her hole.

Teresa arched her back feeling the pleasure coming but then.....it all stopped. Her orgasm refused to peak leaving her aching and un satisfied.

Teresa sighed in frustration as she tried once again but failed to reach her orgasm.

The drawer beside her bed creaked as she reached over and opened it up, revealing a collection of silicone secrets. Vibrators or different sizes, shapes and colors, dildos of all shapes and textural differences. Each one designed to increase sexual sensitivity and pleasure .

Her fingers trembled as they hovered over them, hesitating to choose. Again.

It was the fourth time this week. And it was only Tuesday. She had no idea why the drugs weren't working and why her libido was increasing incredibly. Soon all these toys won't be able to adequately saite her hunger.

She chose a familiar one. A pink comb mouthed vibrator. The combed mouth was soft but capable enough to create friction. She laid back on her sheets, the air already feeling thick with anticipation. Her other free hand tossed her panties off and turned on the vibrator. She placed the comb mouth on her already swollen and throbbing clitoris, slowly teasing it with her lowest setting. Once she felt she had gained momentum she increased the vibration level and circled it round her clit. Her mind went blank as she focused on her pleasure. The way pleasure shot through her spine with every carcass and the way her nipples stood hard and higher.

Her orgasm came fast and hard. Shooting through her suddenly, leaving her to twist to her side riding through the entirety of it.

And when it was over, she lay there, panting heavily, empty and unhappy.

She was not satisfied. Not even close. The orgasm was harsh and uncomfortable.

It wasn’t working anymore. Not like before. Neither masturbation nor her drugs were giving any positive reactions. It was just getting worse.

The hunger was getting stronger. Darker. Her toys, her fantasies and stimulations, they were just… noise. A whisper compared to the roaring ache inside her.

Teresa laid on her back, a sheen of sweat on her skin and shame tingling in her chest. Her stared at the white ceiling in confusion .

She didn’t know what was happening to her. She had been experiencing this situation for years but it was much worse.

But something had shifted in her, something was waking up, and if she wasn't careful she stood to lose everything that she had worked hard to build. Her peaceful life in New York was something she had to sacrifice and endure a lot for.

Teresa made up her mind to go back to her therapist. She had to inform him that she was getting much worse. She needed a stronger drug or rather a more permanent solution to her condition.

She reached out for her phone and dialed his office number. The line rang for a while but then the call connected.

"Good morning, this is the office of Dr Scott how may I help you." The receptionist said on the other side.

"Good morning my name is Teresa Smith I am a patient of Dr Scott. I would like to schedule and emergency appointment. It's rather urgent." She said.

"I am terribly sorry but Dr Scott is not in town for the week. I can see that your next appointment is in two weeks time and Dr Scott will be available then." She said sadly.

Teresa slapped her forehead with her palm remembering that Dr Scott had told her during their last session that he was going for a convention in Texas.

"Okay thank you for the information." Teresa said as she hung up on the call.

Dr Scott wasn't in town and she had gone through her pills that were meant for a month within a week. The dosage left would only help her for like four days and then she would be on her own. She needed a doctor's prescription to get more. Get only hope was to claim a sick leave and stay at home for a few days until Dr Scott returned.

Teresa then stood up from her bed and stared down at the mess she had created.

"Lord help me." She mumbled as she began cleaning up her mess.