Hollow widow

 She. She again. The same 18 y.o. student I talked about next time.  She had to share a work. She went to the LIM. She was wearing a short tight white shirt on her naked skin. I could easily guess her firm, nice, little yet full tits, and her prominent nipples with a quite big areola. I tried to fix her into her eyes as much as possible. And not to show my bulge...

She's got 18 y.o. She's petite, slim. A quite tough squint. A smart brain, really brilliant. A student. And I'm a teacher of hers... I like her since when she was in her first class. Clever, critic, beautiful. Sexy.  She's been abroad. She came back early, nobody knows why.  She was hot, this morning, she took off her sweatshirt. A female friend of her kept her T-shirt so that it wouldn't rise too much during this process... so nice a gesture, so nice a girl. I liked her. A gratuitous gesture of attention.  A whit T-shirt. I can guess why her mate payed that attention. It's clear, no bra and a couple of pieces of body jewellery. I talked with them, but sometimes my eyes fell on her chest. I was feeling an erection growing up.  While I kept my lesson, I could think about her nipples in my mouth. I imagined her getting hornier at my tongue. I read that women like getting their nipples sucked and licked; my wife didn't like it too much, when she let me do that....

 Waking up. Uncomfortable. Since my hard cock is pressing against my mattress. So hard it ached.  I went to my bathroom. This morning I need it. I take my pajama off... It's still hard. I need it My hand wraps it... I can feel my veins. And how much blood is packed inside. Not only blood, I know, I feel... something is urging to jump out, to spurt everywhere...  I try to take my time... slowly... but the urge is too hard... I speed up... and I feel that kick from inside... it erupts... I'm in a short but intense paradise... my drug... and my milk is poured out on my washbasin.  If only I weren't alone!

 ... and other girls/women whose names I don't remember (these ones, too, have been slightly modified, in order to keep them identifiable if you want to be sure I remembered you, yet not to be searchable, if you don't want your name to be "spreaded" - not many people read these lines, anyhow). As I've already admitted, I attend sex chats. Actually, I've succeeded in reducing that plural noun to a singular one, and maybe I'll be able to recover from that addiction. Sure, it's an addiction, since I really need to show myself and watch others showing themselves, in order to feel a bit better and caress my shift... (and eventually jizz out, too).  But I should open wider my subject, drawing from my professional studies and researches. Why do men pay for (real or virtual, it's not the same but let put them right now together) sex? A lot of reasons. Among them, they say one of the strongest is a power reason. It's not directly sexual pleasure, but th...

Zed... it has become a threatening letter,  Or at least that last one, initial for few names. Right, but I must admit that it has grown In these last days, or maybe weeks, 2 hot tempting and too inspiring, 1 wonderful young student I never saw. Every time this happens, I start thinking if they're pulling my leg. But then, I can't but feel entangled in this magics, of two souls meeting around a sex desire.  My dear, I hope you're not playing with me. But I much more hope your life will be happy. A kiss... wherever you prefer it.

 How to manage a high sex drive near to a sexless woman? Answer as if I were your friend, and you should be asked about it: 1) No way! You must be faithful and caste! Since she doesn't want, you don't do anything! 2) Nothing which you share with others. Do you want to masturbate? Ok, closed in your bathroom, alone, without your cell-phone. 3) Your life, your desires, your management. Just, I don't want to know anything about it. 4) There's a world in the net. Live in that world! But, nothing real! 5) You've got wishes and desires, you won't live forever, live through! You'll find a complacent woman? Fuck her. You won't? pay a whore, do what you want. 6) Leave her, and live your life thoroughly. And... what would you answer if I wasn't a friend of yours, but your husband?