'Christmas, snowman, Santa, presents, baubles, sleigh, reindeer, crackers, stocking, pudding.' Dr. Wichser held up each picture one by one, taking notes after Penny had looked at them. This confirmed his suspicion: it was the reading of the words or hearing them spoken that triggered a reaction in her, not the visual interpretation of the images. "That's quite unusual and, I imagine, socially challenging," the doctor said...

“Door’s open! Come in.” Matthew eased himself into the office. No sign of her, other than the jacket hanging on her desk chair. “Hi…” “Take a seat.” Her voice came from the little bathroom. “I’ll be with you in a moment...” “Okay.” He perched himself on the couch, aware of his accelerated heartbeat. She’d closed the blinds, shutting out the late-afternoon sunshine and casting the room into cool shade. The air was sweet ev...

EPILOG A bottle of bourbon and a mostly empty glass sat on the desk in the dimly lit office. Moonlight flooded through the window as a desk lamp illuminated a stack of papers. In the dark, a man sat there, his eyes running over the notes from the morning again and again as his conscience plagued him with guilt. As he poured himself another round of liquor, the phone on his desk rang. “Yes?” He asked, picking up the receiv...

SESSION SEVEN Lexi could hardly contain herself when the doctor entered the room. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her lips into his, giving him a deep, sensual kiss. As their tongues danced, the doctor’s hands wrapped tightly around the woman, causing her to moan into his mouth. “Well, hi,” the doctor smiled once their kiss concluded. “That was nice.” “If you liked that,” Lexi stated, pausing briefly to give him...

SESSION SIX As she waited for the doctor to arrive so her session could begin, Lexi couldn’t help but reflect on the incredible week she had. In so many ways, she felt closer than ever to being the wife Aaron deserved. She diligently tackled her homework every day over the last week, taking cock after cock. She was certain that with all the experience she was building by fucking every guy she could, she’d be more than rea...

SESSION FIVE Lexi couldn’t get comfortable. Her mind raced as she waited in the plush chair, wringing her hands. Was she really going through with this? How did it even come to this point? Why did she agree to come here in the first place? As much as she hated it, she knew she had to put a stop to this. She had jeopardized her relationship. It was time for this to end. She just needed to muster up the courage to tell the...

SESSION FOUR Dr. Miller had barely entered the therapy suite before Lexi was all over him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace as she planted little pecks on his cheek. He smiled, hugging the woman back. “Well, hello Lexi,” the doctor said after they finally separated from their embrace. “How have you been?” “So good,” Lexi answered as the doctor ushered them to their chairs. “Like seriously, so fucking good.”...

SESSION THREE As soon as the door to the therapy suite opened, Lexi jumped up on her feet. Dr. Ainsley Miller had barely clicked the door shut and turned back to face her before the woman’s arms had wrapped around him in a tight hug. “Well, hello, Alexis.” Dr. Miller laughed as they hugged. “I take it you had a good week?” “Just Lexi is fine,” she replied as their hug ended and she smiled into the doctor’s eyes. “And it w...

SESSION TWO Alexis’ smile couldn’t be contained as the receptionist ushered her back to the therapy suite. She’d been looking forward to this moment for most of her week. She made so much great progress, and she couldn’t wait to let the doctor know. After a few minutes of waiting, the door finally opened and Dr. Miller stepped into the office. He took one look at the woman and smiled broadly. “Well hello, Mrs. Dawson,” he...

SESSION ONE Alexis couldn’t get comfortable. Her mind raced as she waited in the plush chair, wringing her hands. Was she really going through with this? How did it even come to this point? Why did she agree to come here in the first place? Taking a deep breath, the woman attempted to calm herself down in hopes that she wouldn’t be a complete train wreck when the therapist arrived. “This is a good idea,” she breathed, clo...

The doorbell rang right on time. I knew it was the psychologist my friend Suzanne had told me about, who had given her his “clinical” therapy for frustrated women. It was based on his knowledge from his practice that many women were not sexually satisfied at home, leaving them stressed and frustrated. His therapy, based on what the doctors of old did, involved giving these women hand stimulation leading to an orgasm and r...

I heard the doorbell. I knew who it was. I'd made the appointment a week ago and wondered how I'd respond when the time came. And now the time was here. I'm Suzanne, an empty-nester in my forties, and I had to share my story. It all started when I saw an advertisement for a clinical way to relieve a woman's sexual anxiety. Given that my husband's idea of sex was to lube me up and screw without foreplay, finishing in minut...