MissyDemeanors
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Emma chewed on her pen cap again while staring at her planner. She watched out of the corner of her eye as a man in the waiting room with her played with his phone. She hoped he hadn't noticed she had yet to write anything down yet. She checked the clock. 11.55 just 5 more minutes and it would be time for her appointment.
She gave up trying to write and threw the pen in her purse. It didn't match her current outfit. She had work out gear on a skin tight tank top and yoga pants. She crossed her legs and dangled her feet as she fidgeted in her work out gear. She was tiny 5'4 and just over 115 small breasted but a lean frame with strong muscular legs and back side. She took an hr and a half lunch every day at work. Before deciding to go to therapy she was working out nearly 6 days a week. Working out seemed to be the only thing keeping her libido in check.
Then, just like everything else in her life, it got ruined by sex. She had slept with a beautiful red head in her spin class, tiffany, and tiffany wasn't getting the hint that Emma was done with her. Emma rarely played with woman but red hair was new.... and Emma loved new things.
Half the time Emma couldn't figure out if she was addicted to sex or just adrenaline in general. She had set up a therapy appointment after Tiffany had become stalkerish and had shown up at her law firm. So far Emma had been able to keep her sexual addiction from impeding on her work. Minus a judge...... and that court reporter...... and the security guard.
The sudden realization of how many coworkers she had slept with hit Emma hard. She let out a slight groan. She tied her dirty blond hair back into a pony tail and stared at the door willing her therapist to come out. She had never shared her secrets with anyone but she knew it was long past time to get help and willed him to be on time.
55 minute's, twice a week, was his recommendation when she said she was a sex addict. She was surprised it would be that often he said it could be more or less but that they would discuss it further. Emma closed her eyes thinking about Tiffany screaming her love for her in their lobby. With Emma's fucked up life she'd be stunned if he didn't request they meet even more often.
She gave up trying to write and threw the pen in her purse. It didn't match her current outfit. She had work out gear on a skin tight tank top and yoga pants. She crossed her legs and dangled her feet as she fidgeted in her work out gear. She was tiny 5'4 and just over 115 small breasted but a lean frame with strong muscular legs and back side. She took an hr and a half lunch every day at work. Before deciding to go to therapy she was working out nearly 6 days a week. Working out seemed to be the only thing keeping her libido in check.
Then, just like everything else in her life, it got ruined by sex. She had slept with a beautiful red head in her spin class, tiffany, and tiffany wasn't getting the hint that Emma was done with her. Emma rarely played with woman but red hair was new.... and Emma loved new things.
Half the time Emma couldn't figure out if she was addicted to sex or just adrenaline in general. She had set up a therapy appointment after Tiffany had become stalkerish and had shown up at her law firm. So far Emma had been able to keep her sexual addiction from impeding on her work. Minus a judge...... and that court reporter...... and the security guard.
The sudden realization of how many coworkers she had slept with hit Emma hard. She let out a slight groan. She tied her dirty blond hair back into a pony tail and stared at the door willing her therapist to come out. She had never shared her secrets with anyone but she knew it was long past time to get help and willed him to be on time.
55 minute's, twice a week, was his recommendation when she said she was a sex addict. She was surprised it would be that often he said it could be more or less but that they would discuss it further. Emma closed her eyes thinking about Tiffany screaming her love for her in their lobby. With Emma's fucked up life she'd be stunned if he didn't request they meet even more often.