Hardcore Therapy

By Ariel Bruhl

All Sophie Rossi seems to do lately is fight with her domineering mother. It doesn’t help things are very strict at home. She's ended up rebelling in all manner of ways. But when Mother finds a huge cache of explicit porn on her daughter's laptop, Sophie knows she’s crossed a line.

Suggesting Sophie is an addict, Mother books an appointment with a therapist at once. And at first, Sophie would rather be anywhere else in the world. But then handsome Dr. Lang introduces his unusual practices, and Sophie is soon changing her mind. Especially when they involve fulfilling some of her dirtier fantasies, and Lang introduces a very large bottle of lube. Explicit, Illicit, 18+ Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Bruhl
• Release date: Feb 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005198237

Ariel Bruhl

Hi! I’m Ariel Bruhl, Your Naughty Neighborhood Smut Writer with Tales to Excite & Provoke.I Hope You'll Enjoy All The Filthy Fantasies I Have on Offer Here.But Have a Care!Everything I Scribble is Definitely 18+, NSFW, & Designed to Get You Hot Under the Collar From the Start!

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The music in the waiting area was supposed to be calming, but Sophie felt anything but. In truth, she was downright miffed. I mean, shouldn’t it be she that made these sorts of decisions for herself? Shouldn’t she have the right to choose whether she needed therapy? After all, she was almost nineteen years of age for God’s sake! Yet here she was, sitting amongst the potted ferns and the ridiculous motivational posters, dragged by Mother like a child to the dentist. And for what? Because she didn’t abide by the rules of the house.

‘My house, my rules,’ was one of Mother’s favorite mantras. ‘When you get a place of your own, then you can do what you like. But until that time you do as I say, got it?’

Sophie glanced at Mother. They’d always had a strained relationship, even before Dad had left. And it all came down to jealousy, as far as Sophie was concerned. It wasn’t surprising. While Mother was still a very striking woman for her age, with long legs and a curvy figure and nice big boobs, she had always found getting older impossible. It didn’t matter that she was given loads of compliments about her beautiful dark eyes, or perfect skin, or long, raven hair, she was simply paranoid about being past her prime. Which was reflected in how she often treated Sophie who had inherited many of her mother’s enviable looks. Of course, Sophie had dad’s grey eyes instead of Mother’s brown ones, and she’d cut her hair into a short messy bob (much to Mother’s chagrin). And while she had been blessed with the same fulsome breasts that seemed to be a feature of all the women in her family, nobody would have noticed particularly by the way she had been made to dress. Mother didn’t like Sophie to show off her body too much. She didn’t think it was appropriate for a girl her age. Which was rich, really because in her youth, Mother favored some pretty revealing clothes by all accounts, certainly judging from the old photos Sophie had found in the family album. Mother also had no problem showing off her cleavage back then and wearing the kind of dresses that accentuated her full hips. In contrast, Sophie was always expected to wear anything shapeless and unfeminine. It was a miracle, therefore, that she’d got away with wearing