Cock, Cravings, and Cūm-stained Confessions

"See you all next class." I said automatically as my students placed their answer sheets on my desk.

"Goodbye, Professor," came the reply from each of them.

One after the other, they all filed out and the lecture hall emptied. The joyful laughter of youths became a distant sound and I was left with silence.

One would think I would find peace in quiet, but I didn't. I never did.

As a woman in her mid-forties, interacting with my students has been my only source of spark in my boring life, and when that ends... I am once again reminded about my empty life.

Sighing, I stood up from my desk and gathered the stack of answer sheets into neat little piles. My fingers moved automatically, but my chest felt heavy.

I could already see how my evening would go... I would spend it marking scripts with a glass of wine in hand, while wishing for my life to be something more. KI just want a bit of excitement, but sadly... a widowed single woman in her forties, only excitement comes from petting a cat.

I pressed the papers tighter against my chest and walked out of the hall, then down the echoing hallway, my heels clicking softly on the tiles.

Outside, the sky was already bruising with dusk, the parking lot quiet. My car sat at the far end, lonely, like it knew it belonged to me.

I opened the back door, dropped the answer sheets onto the seat with a soft thud, then slipped behind the wheel. For a moment, I just sat there with both hands on the steering wheel, staring through the windshield.

Another day, another silence waiting for me at home.

With a sigh, I started the engine and drove off. My house isn't that far off from the University, within ten minutes I was already pushing open the door to my apartment.

Without turning on the lights, I threw my bag to the couch, pulled off my blazer and also flung it to the couch. Next, in the darkness... I walked to the kitchen and grabbed me a bottle of red wine.

This has been my life since the death of my husband, living like I didn't exist.

I kicked off my shoes, placed the answer sheets on my work desk, took a sip of my wine straight from the bottle, then pulled out my chair and sat down.

Work has been the only thing that kept me sane, from losing it all to my grief... Or thinking of the spouse who had left me behind.

I started marking the answer sheets, and once I was done marking, I decided to work on my next teaching material. I have a class tomorrow- I teach anatomy.

I opened up my laptop and started working on my lecture notes, in-between working I would take a gulp of my wine before delving back in.

Then it happened. A little pop-up showed up at the corner of my screen, it was an ad. Normally when pop-ups shows up on my screen, I would be quick to close it. But this...

This was different.

My fingers had froze, and my eyes stayed glued to the video ad.

On it was a woman on her knees, surrounded by men. Their bodies closed in around her, she had a cock in her mouth, two in her hands, another buried in her pussy and one more in her ass.

I suddenly felt breathless, and my body hot. As a respected professor, I knew I should close the pop-up and return back to my lecture notes.