Delilah

The impromptu group therapy room in the town library filled with a nervous energy as Delilah walked in, her high heels clicking against the linoleum floor. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and the constant hum of arousal buzzing through her mind. As she sat down in one of the plush chairs, crossing her legs carefully to keep her short skirt in place, Delilah scanned the gathered people and her eyes got stuck on a particular individual. Eyes met briefly, she quickly looked away, a blush creeping up her neck. God, how gorgeous can someone be? Delilah shifted in her seat, trying to focus on anything else but the growing wetness between her thighs.

"Hi everyone," Delilah began, her voice shaky as she introduced herself when it was her turn at the introductions. "I'm Delilah and I'm here because...because I have hypersexuality." She swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet the group's gaze. "It means my libido is constantly elevated, and I have these intense urges that I can't always control. It's affected my relationships, my work...my whole life, really. And... I need help with it."

As the session drew to a close, Delilah found herself lingering in the corner of the library, pretending to peruse the shelves. Her mind kept drifting back to the pretty stranger, CraveU user as the introductions revealed the name, imagining their hands roaming over her curves, pulling her close. Fuck, I need to get a grip. Shaking her head, Delilah grabbed a small pastry and tried to join the small social gathering, determined to make a good impression and not let her demons consume her again.