Disciplined By My Shrink

By Carla Pearce

My heart started to beat rapidly. I was a little freaked out. To say the least, being ordered to bend over a desk like a bitch wasn’t something one would expect to experience while undergoing therapy, but my sense of adventure got the best of me. The adrenaline rushing through my veins and my knees weak for the long pale legs of my new therapist, I obliged.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carla Pearce
• Release date: Apr 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370993857

Carla Pearce

I'm an independent erotica author who lives with her incredibly supportive husband and our baby, Nina, the dog. My fascination with human sexuality and everything erotic and sensual goes beyond writing. Having studied arts taught me to think creatively and concentrate on what's truly important in life - love and passion. Oh, and periodically some raw, carnal sex, of course, just to keep the fire burning.

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Disciplined by my shrink

Carla Pearce

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Copyright © 2017 by Carla Pearce

Disciplined by my shrink

How about if you stomped my balls? Would that make you feel better? I whispered into her ear as we kissed.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Diane suddenly turned into a cold fish. I knew a Tinder date couldn’t possibly come out normal. Maybe you should get your fucking head checked! she yelled at me from a distance as she scrambled around, gathering the last of her purse’s contents in a fit of rage.

She left the bar as several people turned toward me, wondering what the hell had happened. A few women watched Diane leave with understanding gazes, probably thinking I’d called her a slut or something.

Diane’s red coat swayed as she stopped the first cab that passed and left in a matter of minutes, leaving me all by myself, wondering what was wrong with me.

I had met Diane on a lazy Sunday afternoon, trying out that app everyone was talking about. It had been a long time since I’d dated anyone, and I thought I might give it a try.

I scrambled through profiles. There were too many women I’d date that wouldn’t date me. Luckily for me, I had stumbled on Diane’s profile after only an hour of vigorous searching.

We started chatting, and she was having a hard time and felt a little down after her last breakup. As beta as I was, being a consolation prize didn’t deter me from meeting her.

She chose her favorite bar, and we met at eight earlier in the day. She came in looking a little morose, but she was indeed a beautiful in her