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He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

CHAPTER 78 SILAS – POINT OF VIEW “What did you just say?” She whispers, voice trembling. I play it cool, “What did you hear?” “What … what you said about sex and pain, what?” She stammers, cheeks burning, eyes flickering between us. I don’t want to gaslight her, but I do just that, “Something I read in a book. We don’t have to talk about the borders of sexual dynamics. We can focus on the present, on what we want, so tell me, baby, how do you want me?”

I didn’t care if he worked late or caught a cold, and I never checked up on him. When his replies came slow, I didn’t push. When he broke plans, I didn’t get angry. Even when I saw lipstick on his shirt, I acted like I hadn’t noticed. In just a month, the therapy had taken effect. Peter started to look uglier in my eyes. When he leaned in to kiss me, a wave of disgust rose in my chest. The closer he got, the harder it was to bear. In those moments of forced intimacy, he seemed to sense something.

"Fix bad sex in marriage." Many links came up. Some were videos. Some were books. But one caught her eye. It was an ad for the Institute of Sensual Arts. "Private 30-day program. Unlock your pleasure. Professional trainers. Discreet." Rebecca clicked on it. The website looked clean and expensive. It promised results. Real transformation. Women who went there learned to enjoy their bodies. They learned to drive their partners wild. "This could work," she whispered. "I can become the wife he wants. Then he will stay."

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

"Now, I understand how much of an inconvenience it would be trying to get used to a new face instead of the one you have been familiar with. But I will need you to be as comfortable and open as you have been with Mr Homer. Can you do that for me?" What he asked of me was impossible. I wanted Clint's therapy. I wanted him to smile at me instead, giving me the reassurance that I was not that totally damaged. But I nodded at Mr Kenswood to just get this shit over with. If given the opportunity, I would bolt right out of his office in an instant. "I would try," I said. "Good. Sex addiction is not anything to be ashamed of. Seventy per cent of my clients come to me with that same issue. While sex

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine. As Max leaned down to bite her breast, his hand squeezed hard, causing her chest to swell as if she were challenging Max to do more. Damn. I was getting more and more turned on by the touch on my private parts, especially when I started squeezing my breasts, which were getting harder. I needed someone to bite me the way Max was biting the woman’s nipple. I needed the same touch on my pussy. And I also needed someone to kiss my lips as hard as that. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard footsteps heading toward the bathtub. Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed

My therapist is dirty. That secret knowledge sits in my chest like a warm coal, heating me up from the inside. Ambrose just–just snapped, and the way he claimed me, the way he touched me and licked me and loved me, rough or not... it was everything. More intense and more delicious than I'd ever dreamed. I float through my morning classes the next day, a big, goofy grin splashed over my face. I'm so freaking happy, there's a risk I might bob up to the ceiling. I'm vibrating in every chair I sit in, overflowing with happiness and excitement.

Not for the first time, he marveled at her incredible beauty, and he felt an intense stirring deep within his groin. He decided he needed to proceed carefully. "As you know, I am a licensed sex therapist. That means I have a great deal of education and experience in treating the exact kinds of problems you are talking about. "My treatments include a wide variety of methods depending upon the specific need. In some cases, we work with a couple to suggest new techniques or practices they can try at home with our supervision. "In other cases, we work with the individuals directly—here in the office—in what we call 'sexual surrogate' encounters. These sessions allow what you might call 'hands-on