Sexy Therapist Novels & Stories

The slight dimming of her smile, the way she sat up straighter, tried harder. It was beautiful. My phone buzzed again, pulling me back to the present. Stefan's face lit up my screen, his fifth call in an hour. With a sigh, I answered. "Darling, you're being needy." "Rose." His voice was rough. Had he been drinking? "She's gone. Really gone. Blocked my number, cleaned out her closet..." "Isn't that what we wanted?" I kept my voice gentle, soothing. The same tone I'd used all those times I'd counseled Camille through her marital problems. Problems I'd carefully orchestrated.

In an hour. Tyler had booked it for me last week, nagging until I agreed. “5 PM sharp,” he’d said. “Don’t flake, Harden. This could be good for you.” I’d shoved the reminder to the back of my mind, but now it loomed. A sex doctor? What would that even entail? Therapy sessions? Medications to dull the fire? Or something more… hands-on? The thought sent a fresh twitch to my softening cock. Dr. Voss was famous, apparently—books, TED talks, a clinic catering to high-profile clients with “unique” needs. Rumors swirled online about his methods: immersive, boundary-pushing, with a focus on submission and control. His patients called him a miracle worker, turning addictions into strengths. I sat up,

I wanted to push this man away from me, but I couldn’t do it because my hands would shake if I touched him. Damn it. I don’t want to touch anything! I don’t want to touch his chest and let my hands feel his hard body. I saw everything last night and I can confirm that this man does have a hard and… hot body. “Oh yeah?” Max stared at me with his sharp eyes. From the way he looked at me, everyone would immediately realize that this man was a womanizer. He was a playboy who could get any woman with his gaze and words. Unfortunately, I was just a teenage girl who didn’t understand adult life very well. I felt… crazy just from his gaze!

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

Ashley screamed over the phone. "Yeah… but I have a crush on Frank. I really want to fuck him". I confessed to my friend. "Sophie, that is fucked up. He's your mother's boyfriend". "I know..." "Then you should do it" "Wait, what?" "It's just sex, right?". “No strings attached, fuck him and get away” Ashley added. I stayed quiet "Hey, Sophie! Are you there?" "Yeah, you know what. Bye", I said cutting the call.

Drops of water from the pool gleam on her back, tinted silver in the darkness. “You’re perfect.” The words grit out of me, and I find a rhythm now, thrusting into my assistant from behind. The sun lounger creaks beneath us, and the wind whips across the rooftop, but there’s no one to witness this but the stars. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sadie. Look at you, taking my cock. You were built for this. Built for me.” Sadie spasms around my length, getting impossibly slicker. “Stefan,” she sighs. “Stefan.”

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t