Transference

By Kiki Wellington

After years of suffering the consequences of a sexual dalliance that she can’t seem to live down, Natalie begins therapy to better understand her behavior. But when she develops erotic feelings for her therapist, will she enter into yet another inappropriate relationship?

From the Author:

ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Transference is an 11,900 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Transference contains parking lot pick me ups, doctor-patient privileges, and a not-so-cunning linguist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Jul 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513076058

Book preview

EXCERPT:

I was ready to give in to my deepest desires, even though I knew they were wrong. Destructive. Morally bankrupt.

Simon's fingers slowly walked up my leg, making me tingle with every slow, determined step, until they reached their final destination on my crotch. He cradled my pussy in his hand, and even though it was covered up by jeans and panties, it was like he could still feel the heat bubbling up between my legs.

We shouldn't be doing this, I said, watching him rub me through my clothes, setting my clit absolutely on fire with every second of his touch. This is really not a good idea.

Simon continued massaging my mound through my jeans with one hand, and with his other hand, he unbuttoned his pants, setting a rock hard erection free. Are you sure about that? Because it sure feels like a good idea to me.

I'm sure this isn't a good idea, I said, but that didn't stop me from reaching out and tightly wrapping my palm around his meat, getting a good feel of his inappropriate desires.

Like I said, we're just having fun.

I abandoned what little sense of right and wrong and loyalty I had left, and maneuvered my way on top of his cock, feeling it poke me against my jeans. He reached down to unbutton my pants, slightly lifting me up and exposing my red panties. His eyes got wide. He looked like he could devour me right then.

You look so sexy in red, he said, practically drooling.

Just shut up and let's do this, I snarled, disgusted with the both of us. I jumped up to take off my jeans, and maneuvered my way back on top of him. I moved my panties to the side, and slid my pelvis toward his, as if not stripping down naked tempered the amount of betrayal going on.

Oh, baby, you should take it all off.

And you should shut up and fuck me.

But First, a Word....

Thank you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a smile on your face...and other places!

With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,

Kiki Wellington

www.sexwithkiki.com

His cock had been a bone of contention in my life for years.

It's one thing to screw somebody and regret it—who hasn't done that?—but it's a completely different thing when you screw someone, regret it, and everyone you know holds it against you for five long years. I wish it never happened, and more importantly, I wish we never got caught.

But we did get caught. There was no hiding it, no denials, no justifications. I was fucking someone I shouldn't and once the come hit the fan, there was no living it down.

Holidays were the worst. They still had a problem looking me in the eye. They still did whatever they could to keep their wholesome husbands away from the whore—going as far as sending me out on ridiculous errands or finding a pretense to get me into another room, away from all the men. Even though they were usually prudish when it came to public displays of affection, they made a point of always letting me know that these were their men. They would sit on their laps, share long passionate kisses, and practically have sex with their husbands in front of me, doing anything they could to lift their legs and let me know that the territory had been marked and there was no way I would be weaseling my way into it with my genitals.

As if I wanted their husbands. Aside from the fact that none of them were my type, they certainly weren't worth expanding the hell I was already living in for spreading my legs to the wrong man in the first place.

No, thank you.

Did I mention their ridiculous