I waited for Patrick to be asleep and then went to the bathroom.

My fingers shook as I texted the number marked as Doc D on my phone: “Can’t sleep. Thinking too much.” I took a deep breath and then filled a glass with cold water from the faucet before taking a long swig. All night my thoughts had been of my therapist. His first name was Kevin, but to me he was Doc D — and an obsession. The first time I’d kissed him, he’d gone all pink and angry-looking. But when I’d tried to apologize, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me again, his whole demeanor drenched in a shameless kind of need.

The first time I’d sucked his cock was after I’d told him about the lack of interest I had in sex with my husband.

The first time he’d eaten my pussy, I’d... Read More