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Even though I knew it would be safer to end things now, I wanted to clutch onto any more time I could squeeze out of my relationship with Devin before he slipped out of my grasp. I had known that he would eventually leave me over my sexual limitations, but I hadn't anticipated that it would be this soon. I wasn't ready! It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't getting up. He seemed to be retrieving something from under the bed. When he returned to my side, he handed me a book. This was so far from what I had been expecting that I just fluttered my eyelashes in confusion. Devin pointed out the title, and once I was calm enough to actually comprehend what it said, I burst into giggles. The b

“I never really… I mean, I’ve tried, but it felt… weird. I stopped.” His smirk deepened, the piercing catching the light. “That explains a lot.” I gawked at him. “You’re supposed to be a therapist. Aren’t you meant to be… professional?” “I am being professional,” he said smoothly. “You came here because your ex called you boring. My job is to find out why you think that’s true. And right now, I see a woman who’s been too afraid to even touch herself. Tell me, Alessia - how can you expect to please anyone else when you don’t even know how to please yourself?”

The mood shifted immediately as she began showing them the many rooms she had designed for therapy. They spent over an hour discussing the theory behind her starting this clinic, all of which she had outlined in her book. She insisted that lovers needed to address their fears and inhibitions, to explore their fantasies and desires in order to embrace a healthy, whole relationship. A fact Creighton had confirmed to Sandra when they first received his old friend’s book.

I opened my laptop instead. Typed “online therapy sexual dynamics power exchange shame” into the search bar. Scrolled past ads. Past women therapists. Stopped on him: Dr. Elias Thorne. Mid-forties. Salt-and-pepper hair. Calm gray eyes behind wire frames. Bio: Specializing in adult attachment, kink-aware therapy, shame & desire integration. Virtual sessions. Discreet. No judgment. No history. No connection. Just a stranger who might listen without flinching. I booked tomorrow at 11 a.m. Paid the deposit. Confirmation pinged.

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks, her feet toasty in fuzzy slippers and her curves disguised by baggy pyjamas. But then she had met Richard, and Richard had helped her to see that an even more perfect evening included being naked and sweaty, her hands bound. On her knees. Just the thought of their nights spent together in such a fashion made Cynthia’s throat tight and her chest hot, the aching space between her thighs clenching uncomfortably. As her lover, Richard had helped her to see herself as more than the quiet bookworm she had alw

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Not touching. "This is weird," she said. "Very weird." "We've had sex in this bed. Multiple times. But lying here not having sex feels harder." "Because sex is easy. This is intimacy." She turned her head. Looked at him. "You've been reading therapy books again." "Dr. Voss gave me homework. Understanding intimacy versus physical connection." He turned to face her. "Apparently, I've been confusing the two for years." "And now?" "Now I want both. The physical and the emotional. With you. Only you."

I frowned “What do you mean exaggerated?” “In the book, it's like sex is liberating… You can do the nastiest and dirtiest thing to your partner with consent… and it's going to be pleasurable. The acts in it are wild, the praises, the names, the way they treat each other, bringing out the beasts in themselves and managing to keep it loving and romantic. Don't you think all that is exaggerated?” She turned to meet my eyes and she held my stare, I was grateful for that. “What has sex been like for you?” I asked

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!