My Sex Therapist

part 1

"why don't you just fucking tell him"
"act like i haven't tried kaiya"
"girl how many fucking times do you have to fake an orgasm for you to realize that this man is not the one for you."
"and i don't think you realize that i have been best friends with this man since we were in fucking diapers and i can't just break up with him because my mother and his mother will hate me."
"well do you at least know how to pleasure yourself"
my face goes red
"your fucking with me right"
"leave me alone kaiya"
"ilana"
she gestures a business card my way
"what the hell is this"
it reads "Dr. Giovanni, Sex Therapist" on the front and on the back "to fill your needs any way possible"
"you want me to go to a fucking sex therapist"
"no i want you to want to go to a sex therapist"
she starts to clean up her things as she gets ready to leave my house.
"absolutely the fuck not"
"please"
she opens up my door
"nope"
she yells before she closes the door
"THINK ABOUT IT!"
and closes it
"who the fuck does she think i am"
i sit down on the couch and grab my phone and i start to research how to masturbate. i figured if i can do this then i don't have to go to therapy. i read and read and my best bet is to watch porn. i find some shit on pornhub to watch and i put my hand down my pants and i rub my clit. noting, and i mean nothing is working. i've never had an orgasm in my life. i start to get frustrated, i close out pornhub and go to my phone app and dial the number on the card. my fucking heart is beating out of my chest when i hear the other line pickup
"hello, Dr.Giovanni's office. How may i help you..."