Back at the Belleview Centre for Sexual Health, I paused in my reading, the pages of my confession still trembling in my hands as I glanced around at the shocked faces in my group therapy class. My gaze settled on Dr Clark, who struggled to regain her composure.
“Well, Stacey… that was… quite the relationship conundrum you created for yourself.”
I frowned. “I thought if the fantasy had been that intense, that the reality would have been even hotter.”
“Clearly sometimes fantasies are best left in the mind,” Dr Clark said looking around the classroom almost as though it was a warning or some kind of sex-rehab gospel that she wanted to reinforce to everyone.
“Or, stay single… and enjoy the fantasies as much as you want,” a petite girl with red hair said softly, giving me a shy smile. She was seated near Dr Clark, beautiful and pixie-like in low slung jeans and a cropped tight blue sweater with a Supergirl logo proudly emblazoned across the chest. “Sometimes it’s hard to stay in control of your fantasies. Sometimes they just have a way of coming to the surface.”
“Exactly,” Shane interjected with a wicked grin. “I thought repression was supposed to be a bad thing when it came to treatment and recovery.”
There was a murmur of laughter in the classroom as Dr Clark gave him a sharp look.
“It’s not about repression Shane,” she said with an authoritative nod. “It’s about working through the issues so that they no longer have a hold on you.”
She turned to me and smiled. “Well thank you for sharing that story with us Stacey, in such a.. uh… vivid way. Although I’m sure it’s cathartic to finally get this all out in the open.”
Cathartic? I thought. I could feel those familiar red panties soaking with my own juices as I’d shared every sordid detail. I was more turned on by the fantasy now than I had been before I’d started therapy. I went back to take my seat, my red stilettos clicking over the floor and ran my hands over my short black miniskirt as I sat down. Hmmm, maybe it was too early to consider burning this outfit or throwing it away, after all.
“Well class,” Dr Clark said, startling me out of my memories. “That’s the end of our session for today. Tomorrow we’ll have Rachel sharing her story with us.”
The pretty redhead in the Supergirl sweater immediately blushed and giggled. “I’m actually looking forward to it.”
She looked so innocent upon first glance, but her eyes belied a twisted kind of deviance that seemed to go far beyond the kind of stories that had been shared so far.
Hmm… I wonder what her particular kink is…?
Dr Clark smiled. “Until then, please don’t forget. Sexual addiction is an affliction. And there is a cure. And I promise that you will find it here, so I congratulate you all for finally taking the step towards the path to recovery.”
I exhaled deeply, crossing my fingers that she was right.
And just like that… our third therapy session was adjourned.
*** The End ***