The Sex Is Thrilling—But The Crash Is Hard

They sipped tea together. Dr. Stone's eyes ran over Sue Storm with care. She noted how Sue had more skin bared today, the tight-fitting blue bike shorts and tank top leaving arms, lower legs, and midriff bare. So too, there was a certain darkness around the eyes that suggested lack of sleep, red veins as if slightly hung over.

"So," Dr. Stone said. "You tried my advice. Has it helped?"

"It was...stimulating," Sue said. "The sex toy was definitely different from Reed. It...helped me think I was cheating on him."

Her cheeks burned. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, pussy still sore from last night's session. It had amazed Sue how easily she'd come to need her "me" time. Although she felt physically better and with more energy, all through the day, her sexual desire would build and build to the point of distraction, until after dinner she could barely avoid touching her leaking pussy as she tucked the kids into bed before running back to her bedroom to grab those silicone tits and ride herself raw.

She relayed a tastefully edited version of that to Dr. Stone, who nodded lightly.

"I don't think the anti-libidinals are working, though," the Invisible Woman admitted. "I've been taking them with every meal, but I just...I feel so hot during the day, it's driving me mad. Then afterwards, I'm just spent—all the energy drained out of me, sleep like the dead, wake up with a headache like I've been hit with a Skrull stunray."

"Really?" Dr. Stone raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise. It would be stranger if the heroine wasn't a dripping fuckpuddle after the **** she'd been regularly ingesting. "I hope that doesn't indicate an unusual reaction with your altered physiology. We should do a test."

Sue blinked. "What kind of test?"

Dr. Stone reached over to her desk and opened a drawer. The psychiatrist fetched out a familiar pill bottle. She handed it to Susan.

"When you go home tonight, I want you to take a pill and watch or read some form of adult entertainment. See how aroused you get. See how long you can restrain from touching yourself. If you can resist for half an hour, then you should be fine. Keep it up every night until our next session. If you can't hold off touching yourself after a week and you still feel exhausted, then we might need to do some bloodwork, see how your body is processing the antilibidinals."

Sue frowned. "I'm not sure Reed would like outside medical assessments..."

"Of course," Dr. Stone said, and her glasses flashed as if her eyes glowed. An odd trick of the light from the window, or at least so Sue thought. "Which is why I suggest we try this first. It's the least invasive method."

That made too much sense for Sue Storm to ignore. She tucked the pill bottle into her purse, glad at least that she had a refill.

"Alright," Sue Storm said. Her grin felt a little maniacal. "Never thought I'd have 'take **** and watch porn' as homework!"

Dr. Stone met her grin with one of her own. "Who says therapy can't be fun?"

The two women shared a little laugh.