My Sex Therapist: Part One

Red hot. Elle Alexandra wakes up staring at her phone, pulse thudding, a message from her old lover glowing on the screen. She's married now, tells herself she chose right, but the ache won't shut up—it's slick folds she craves, not the weight of her husband's cock. She books the sharpest shrink in town, Celeste Star. White couch. Tense silence. Elle lays it bare: confusion, guilt, the dirty itch she can't scratch. Celeste listens, eyes dark, then says the obvious fix: find a woman who knows what she needs. Elle says she wouldn't know where to look. Celeste smiles slow, leans closer. Turns out the woman she's after is already between her knees. Celeste spreads Elle open on that couch and buries her mouth where the hunger lives, tongue working wet and relentless until Elle cries out, legs shaking. She came here for answers. She got Celeste's mouth instead.