Expose - Episode 1 (Adult Erotic Romance and Sex) by Isabella Cummins

Psychiatrist
    C larissa smiled
as Doctor Brett Levinson tapped his notepad with his pen, obviously deep in
thought. He lifted his eyes and studied Clarissa over his bifocals. “How long
has this behavior been manifesting itself, Miss Craig?”
    Levinson was cute.
He had salt-and pepper dark hair, greying at the temples, steel-grey eyes and
strong hands. Oh shit, here we go again. Clarissa squirmed in her chair and
crossed her legs as she felt the all-too-familiar tingling sensation between
her legs.
    She shrugged.
“Since I’ve had tits, I guess.”
    Levinson frowned.
“Since puberty, then?”
    Clarissa pursed
her lips and nodded, trying to ignore the sweet sensations Levinson was
stirring in her insides. “I guess.”
    “Do you smoke?”
Levinson asked.
    Clarissa shook
her head. “Never tried, never will.”
    “Alcohol?”
Levinson asked, glancing up from his furious scribbling.
    “I have an
occasional drink, but only a couple.”
    Levinson put down
his pen, then sat up in his chair. He studied her for a while, then said, “I
need you to be brutally honest with me, Miss Craig.” He leaned forward,
emphasizing his point. “Do you use drugs? I could send you for blood tests to
confirm my suspicions.”
    Clarissa snorted.
“Drugs? C’mon doc, I need treatment for my sexual addiction, not for drugs.”
    Levinson nodded
slowly. “Interesting,” he said, and scribbled some more. He pressed the button
on an intercom on his table. “Jess, please hold all my appointments for the
next couple of hours.”
    “But Mrs.
Rabinovich is already here, Doctor,” came the concerned reply.
    “Hold them,
Jessica,” Levinson said firmly, then released the button.
    Clarissa stared
at Levinson, a concerned frown on her forehead. “Is it that bad, Doctor?”
    Levinson smiled.
“No, no. Not at all.” He slid open a drawer and dumped the notepad and pen
inside. “Usually, sexual addiction is tied to other pharmaceutical
dependencies, the person having an addictive personality.”
    Levinson flipped
opened a file on his desk and scanned the contents, slowly turning the pages as
he spoke. “You exhibit no symptoms of the classical sexual addict such as
voyeurism, addiction to porn, excessive masturbation...,”
    “I do masturbate,
Doctor,” Clarissa interrupted him.
    Levinson sat back
and smirked. “Everyone masturbates, miss Craig.” He leaned back in his chair.
“The keyword is excessive .”
    Levinson drummed
his fingers on the table, studying Clarissa with a feint smile. “Your grades
are excellent, you display normal social behavior,” he said with a shake of his
head. “You’re an interesting case.”
    Clarissa sighed.
“So how do I get treated for this,... problem ?”
    Levinson grinned.
“There is no problem , Miss Craig. You’re a perfectly normal young woman
with a voracious sexual appetite.” He shrugged. “As long as your actions are
between two consenting adults, I see no problem.”
    Clarissa raised
her eyebrow. “No problem?”
    Levinson nodded
firmly. “Absolutely none.”
    In that case, she
guessed she would have to show him why she was here. Clarissa stood up and
walked behind the desk, swiveling Levinson’s chair towards her. She hitched up
her skirt, then straddled Levinson in his chair. “You’re so damn hot,” she said
huskily.
    “Miss Craig,
wait...,” Levinson protested.
    Clarissa removed
his glasses, placed them on the table, then ran her hands through his hair.
“We’ve got some time, your other appointments have been placed on hold,
remember?”
    Clarissa undid
his zip, and his manhood bounced out eagerly. She pulled her panties to the
side, then slipped his cock into her wetness, the chair creaking as she rode
him slowly, gyrating her hips forward and back.
    Levinson gasped,
then raised himself from the chair, Clarissa clinging to him. He carried her to
a leather sofa, then dropped her on top. “So that’s how you want to play the
game?” he said with a grin. “Turn around,