Sex Therapy

Alix can't land the same guy twice and she has no clue why—until Tasha connects the dots: every time Alix feels a spark of nerves she trips over her own feet and sends the man running like a snow dog let off the leash. Tasha decides to fix it. She stands Alix up, watches her peel off layer after layer until she’s left in lace, then nods once. “Bra and panties too.” Naked, Alix looks unsure of what to do with her hands. Tasha steps behind her, palms gliding over warm skin. Every stroke melts another tense muscle until Alix stops second-guessing and starts moving. She drops to her knees, pulls Tasha’s panties aside, and drags her tongue along wet folds like she’s been starving. Where the clumsy girl used to fumble she now licks with slow, filthy precision. When Tasha’s thighs finally tremble and her hips jerk, both women know the cure is working.