Prologue

What is wrong with me? Why am I addicted to the feeling? I don't do drugs, I don't smoke or drink. I'm actually a preety good person, a great athlete. I think. It's not my fault. He touched me cause my eyes told him to do it. How could I? I was only 5. I was terrified he was gonna beat me. He picked me only me. But as he held his hand as to hit me his other hand had moved to the center of my body. It hurt yet I couldn't scream. Everyone was sleeping around me, other kids. As he rubbed and pushed his fingers inside me something happened to my body past the fear and the hurt. I liked the feeling it felt good. He was tickling me but it was a different tickle. My body felt weird. I know this is wrong my mommy said no one should touch me there. What is he doing to me? As tears ran down my face praying that anybody would come help me. That day was branded into my memory and I could never forget. Maybe that's why I'm addicted to... Kia laid in her bed trying to not think about playing with her body till she came. I can't help it. I have to cum. I didn't even have to lick my fingers to make it wet. Something is seriously wrong with me if thinking about my past makes me wet. I rubbed in circles till it tickled. Until I couldn't stand to be tickled anymore. I held my breath as I came.

Chapter 1

Why did I have to be here? I'm fine. Kia thought to herself as she walked off the elevator and through the glass door to the Dr. Office. My name is Kia Sloan and I have an appointment with Dr.Smith. She told me to sign in and have a seat. I only sat down for a minute when I heard my name being called. I looked up and my heart felt as if it skipped a beat. OMG! My psychiatrist was so sexy. A rush of heat went through my body. Hi I'm Dr. Smith, right this way please. He said and I followed him thinking of all the sinful things I could do to him. What is wrong with me he's my doctor. I couldn't help my self my mind had taken over. I scanned his body with my eyes 5"10, 150lbs, Pink lips, tanned caramel skin with almond eyes and light brown hair that was in a ponytail. And I bet he tastes as good as he looks. Stop it dammit. Have a seat please Miss Sloan. Now I was looking over your chart and it says you had a great deal of trauma when it comes to the opposite sex starting with being molested and raped when you were a child. I won't keep you long today but I would like you to start writing a journal for me of how these experiences make you feel. Please don't leave out any detail you feel is important. This will be a crucial part of your recovery. I expect you to have something for me by your return next week. Please try to control your urges till then. Just as I sat there listening to his voice I couldn't help but think of how soft his lips were. He was attracted to me as well. I could tell, I was at least a 9! I wasn't tall at all but I have an athletic body with curves in all the right places. Hazel eyes, blond hair, pink juicy lips. Hell I turned myself on. I said ok, even though I wasn't sure I wanted to play into this nonsense of writing everything down. Just being around that man just for a min. My body started throbbing with an urge I can't control. I think I have five min. I walked to the restroom I needed to release otherwise I'll go crazy. Standing there with my pants halfway down I started rubbing my already throbbing clit. Thinking about all the things I can do to that sexy therapist. How his tongue would feel tasting all this wetness. As my heart rate sped up at the tingling sensation that started to creep through my body. Stumbling into the stall door as my body climaxed then relaxed into complete bliss.