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Chapter 1 - The Third WheelI watched them from across the living room, my glass of wine pressed against my lips but never quite making it to my mouth. Sienna was practically draped over Gabriel on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she laughed at something he'd said.He was gorgeous. That was the problem. Tall, with dark hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck, and warm eyes. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, and when he smiled, dimples appeared that made my stomach do uncomfortable flips.I hated him for it. I hated how easily he'd captured my sister's heart, how she glowed whenever he walked into a room. But more than that, I hated how much I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her."Mia, you're being quiet tonight," Sienna said, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. She tilted her head, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder. "Everything okay?"I forced a smile. "Just tired. Long day at work."Gabr

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.

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

Fucked 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

Chapter 1 - The Ones Who LieThe leather creaked beneath my boots as I circled the man kneeling on the floor. Forty-six, a hedge fund manager from Greenwich, five thousand dollars for the privilege of being told what to do. His name was Gerald. He'd given it to me on the phone, along with his safe word, limits, and his fantasy.I should have known from the start. That slight quiver in his voice. The rehearsed cadence of a man who'd watched too much porn and thought that made him an expert."Eyes down," I said, keeping my voice low and even.His head dipped. Then popped right back up. "Like this? Is this what you meant? Should I…""Eyes Down.""Right, right, sorry. It's just… I want to make sure I'm doing it right, you know? Because I read that…"I pinched the bridge of my nose."Stand up," I commanded.He scrambled to his feet, his erection bobbing against his stomach. Already hard, which was a good sign, but the way he kept shifting his weight from foot to foot told me everything I n