“Please state your name for the other members of the group,” the doctor’s voice permeated the silence of the too quiet room and my turbulent thoughts.
I look around me at the other members in the group with their kind smiles urging me to join them. Their “problems” are way different from mine so I am very hesitant to say what mine is. They have issues ranging from drinking and smoking a pack or two to online shopping addiction. Oh boy, they did not know what was about to hit them. I can see the middle aged men and women bright-eyed and bushy tailed ready to begin their session as they’ve been coming to these sessions for months and are well on their way to so-called recovery. My mind is screaming, ‘What the fuck am I doing here?! This group is not for me! These sweet Christian looking people can't take on my issues!’ I force a smile as I wrestle with grabbing my bag and leaving and doing the mature thing. I need help and I need it now, so stay! My subconscious screams.
I looked at the doctor again, he was like a tall ice cold glass of Jamaican mountain peak coffee- strong and black. He was wearing a shade of gray straight jeans that showed his toned gluteus medius. My eyes trailed up his body and zoned in on his tricep, then further up his firm abdomen. His pecs were saying ‘helllooo friend’. Fuck! My brain started doing that thing where I start to imagine how sweet his lips taste. He has soft soulful brown eyes, the kind you could get lost in. My palms become sweaty as I imagine running them up and down those biceps, over his abs and slowly down to his navel, teasing him as I bite his lips that were way too red and luscious for a man. I caught a glimpse of his ass while he greeted the members On entering and ohhhhh lordt! Doctor needs to stop going to the gym because he’s not helping this patient. His name is Dr. Miller...I can still hear the deep melted caramel sound of his voice ‘Stop it dammit! You are here to get help! WTF are you doing?!’ I chided and shook myself from my reverie.
“Hello”, i said. My voice sounded squeaky even to my own ears. ‘You can do this Cleo. You can do this Cleo. You’ve got this’, I chanted in my mind as the weight of the shame of who I am pressed into my shoulders like a 10 ton bolder. I clear my throat and start again.
“Hello everyone”
“Hello!” “Welcome!” the group chimed chirpily with broad smiles.
I took a deep breath preparing myself mentally to say the dreaded words. “I’m Cleopatra and I’m addicted to raw, sexy, unbridled, mind-blowing sex”.
As the words left my lips I look around the room and the welcoming smiles there moments ago were all gone, replaced with wide-eyed horror and audible gasps. Maybe a church focus group was not the best place to get the help I need...
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