Femme Phobia: A Dr. Jane Erotic Short Story

By Miriam F. Martin

The dark, clowns, and women—three things Jeremy Price fears.

When he seeks out Dr. Jane Bernstein’s help, little choice remains but to face those fears one by one. But even in the safety of Dr. Jane’s office, that last fear can be paralyzing.

Friendly, supportive, but certainly no sexual object, Dr. Jane treats Jeremy as an equal. As a person. Unlike the other women in his life. Even so, Jeremy struggles with one simple request.

He’d rather lay on the sofa than sit in the chair. Aren’t therapy sessions supposed to be that way?

If you enjoy quirky cougar erotica, be sure to read Femme Phobia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermit Muse Publishing
• Release date: Oct 25, 2017

Miriam F. Martin

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes science fiction and fantasy. Her hobbies include playing the guitar badly, misinterpreting the future with Tarot cards, and over-analyzing dreams. She also enjoys first-person shooters, rogue-likes, and hidden object games. Her quest in life is to have a house full of cats. Miriam loves to hear from her fans, and she may be contacted through her agent, David Anthony Brown, at: david (at) danthonybrown (dot) com

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Femme Phobia

Femme Phobia

A Dr. Jane Erotic Short Story

Miriam F. Martin

Hermit Muse Publishing

Copyright © 2017 by Hermit Muse Publishing

Cover Image: MilanMarkovic/BigStockPhoto

Cover Design: David Anthony Brown

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All characters, events, and settings are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidence.

THIS WORK IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS 18+

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Contents

In this volume…

Femme Phobia

After All These Years

About the Author

Also by Miriam F. Martin

In this volume…

Femme Phobia

The dark, clowns, and women—three things Jeremy Price fears.

When he seeks out Dr. Jane Bernstein’s help, little choice remains but to face those fears one by one. But even in the safety of Dr. Jane’s office, that last fear can be paralyzing.

Friendly, supportive, but certainly no sexual object, Dr. Jane treats Jeremy as an equal. As a person. Unlike the other women in his life. Even so, Jeremy struggles with one simple request.

He’d rather lay on the sofa than sit in the chair. Aren’t therapy sessions supposed to be that way?

If you enjoy quirky cougar erotica, be sure to read Femme Phobia.

After All These Years

Dr. Heath Olson looked older, of course, but hot damn, it’s the same man of Marissa's misguided young fantasies. And he’s just as dashing now, standing in front of her, real as life and twice as gorgeous.

Christmas lights decorate the front picture windows of the cafe. Green, red, purple. Garland and tinsel hangs above the window frames. Seasonal music plays from the loud speakers. Everybody seems to be in a cheerful hustle, dressed in fuzzy sweaters and winter boots.

Marissa owes the Wenakaga Sun a news story on Heath. But fifteen years after she first met him, the heartache still stings.

Perhaps she owes herself something as well.

If you enjoy sexy student-teacher erotica with a holiday twist, be sure to read After All These Years.

Femme Phobia

A Dr. Jane Erotic Short Story

Act One

Name three things that scare you :

1. The dark.

2. Clowns.

3. Women.

Jeremy Price hesitated on number three. Writing that one word took a long moment. The pen shook, his entire hand shook, as he tried to scribble that one word down. He was in a cold sweat and had a hard time breathing right. His skin itched everywhere. He wanted to throw the plastic clipboard across his therapist’s office and storm out.

But everything in the office screamed tranquility and peace. The soft, brown leather chair that made no sound when Jeremy shifted his weight on his butt. The tidy, too clean, massive oak desk that took up almost an entire wall. Even the clock on the wall was quiet, it’s arms moving silently with no tick-tock-tick. The venetian blinds were half-shuttered, letting in soft rays of sunlight on the beige carpet.

Even Dr. Jane Bernstein herself, the therapist, was