Addicted by Zane

Chapter Eleven

"It's nice to see you again, Zoe." Dr. Marcella Spencer was setting up her tape recorder when I entered her office. After she had it all hooked up and ready to catch my dirt, she came around the desk and shook my hand.

"Nice to see you again, too." It was Wednesday—five days since our initial conversation.

"How are you? Have a seat."

She motioned to the same wing chair, which was destined to become my home away from home, and I gladly sank into it. I was exhausted from being treated like a sex object during my creeping episodes and from the added stress of worrying about Brina. "I'm making it."

"Hmmm, making it doesn't sound too positive. You want something to drink? Coffee, tea, water, maybe a soft drink?"

"No thanks." She was being extraordinarily friendly,and I began to wonder whether she had been feenin' all week, anxiously awaiting to hear about the sexual escapades of the freakazoid slut she had as a new client.

"Zoe, do you want to stay in the chair or use the chaise this time?"

"I'm fine right here, Marcella. Thanks!"

She grabbed her pen and pad, ready to jot down all my sins, but I had no intention of having another panic attack. The thing with Brina had made me realize one thing. I needed help just as much as she did, and it was time to get it.

"So, Zoe, shall we begin?" She was all ears.

"Sure." I rubbed my eyes, both of them having bags underneath them from lack of sleep. "Where should I start this time?"

"Well, I basically know about your relationship with your husband. You were quite frank regarding your lack of satisfaction sexually." There was a silence, and I waited for the other shoe to drop. It did. "When you were leaving last time, you mentioned you were having three extramarital affairs, which, I will assume, is what you need the most help with?"

I answered her sarcastically. "Ummm, yeah, you could say that fucking three other people is the heart of the problem."

I regretted the way I came off at her and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you. There's just been a lot of shit going on in my life lately."

"I understand. Believe me, I do."

"Really?"

"Yes, and whatever I don't understand, we will work on together. Trust me, Zoe! There's nothing you can tellme that will make me think any less of you. I'm here to help."

Her hands started trembling, and I got the distinct impression she was more nervous than I was. I guess a woman who fucks men like she changes panties would make anyone uneasy.

So I began. "I love Jason and my kids dearly. They're my heart and soul. I only wish they were enough to fulfill all my needs. I have three regular lovers other than my husband. Each one of them gives me something different. For months now I've tried to stop this madness, but I can't. My addiction to sex has taken me over."

"I see."

I hate it when you spill your guts out and someone says "I see." It makes me feel like they are either bored, skeptical, or appalled. I got up from the seat and walked over to one of the windows. I don't know what my fascination is with looking at the sky, but I definitely have one. Maybe I missed my true calling to become a weather forecaster. It was cloudy that day, and the sun was about halfway tucked away for the night.

"While I love Jason more than life itself and would die if he ever found out, he's never been able to sate all of my sexual desires. He's very old-fashioned and thinks a man should have total control in the bedroom. Jason believes in very little foreplay. He'll only have sex with me in the missionary position. He'll only have sex with the lights off, and he's totally against oral sex. I brought up the subject of anal sex once, and he almost had a heart attack."

"So you decided to seek fulfillment of your needs someplace else?"

I took a seat on the chaise longue and lay down inMarcella's office for the first time. The secrets I was about to reveal to her had tormented me for so long. While it might be painful, it was going to be a great relief to get it all off my chest. "Because we fell in love so young, I'm the only lover Jason's ever had. As far as he knows, the same is true in my case. Up until a year ago, Jason was in fact the only lover I ever had. Then the madness began. . . ."

As I remind, I am not the original author of this Novel. The credits go to Zane as you should know.

Good reading, hope you guys like it as much as I did.