Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cravings, and Lustful Confessions.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"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

Thinking hard if I should fuck a stranger or not wasn’t a decision I ever thought I would get to make, definitely not in this lifetime, and not while I stood in the middle of a public toilet with a sex toy in my bag.I steadied my hammering heart, my fingers curled tight around the doorknob. “I don’t need any help,” I managed to say. “But thank you for offering.”Really Sylvia? Thank you for offering?His eyes trailed to my handbag, and I followed his gaze. Oh shit, I didn’t hide the vibrator that well, and it was sticking out. “It’s an effective toy, yes,” he murmured, and my cheeks reddened. “But you and I both know… it can’t do half the things my cock could.”His words slammed into me, and my throat went dry. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My thoughts tangled, caught between run and yes.Logically, the only right answer was to say no. But the ache... the need pulsing between my legs said other words.“How about I help you make up your mind then?” he said, his voice sultr

To sell my husband's things, I hosted a garage sale on the evening of Sunday, and it went better than I expected.People came, went through the things I had to sell, and surprisingly, my husband's stuffs sold faster than I thought it would. Letting go had been harder than I imagined, yet with each item I sold, the weight on my chest loosened just a little bit.Now everything had been sold out, everything except for my late husband's bike.It leaned in the corner, polished, untouched, as if waiting for him to walk in and take it out for a ride. Many had asked about it, even touched it, but no one had bought it. My chest ached at the thought of selling it anyway. Maybe fate wanted me to keep this one thing, something to remind me of him every time I opened the garage.I sighed, staring at the empty boxes, and the tables I would have to pack up. I felt like leaving it till tomorrow, but then again... tomorrow was Monday, and if I didn't tidy up the garage now, I would probably not do it

Lucas's hand slipped into the loose opening of my robe, his warm fingers finding the soft swell of my breast. I gasped quietly, my chest lifting into his touch before I could stop myself.The way his hand cupped me, slow and certain, made me feel smaller. My nipples hardened instantly underneath his touch, and he rolled them between his fingers. "Mmmh..." I moaned, shutting my eyes close.God, my body betrayed me so easily.I melted against him, relaxing into his arm as though my bones had lost their hold. Pleasure spread through me, and for a moment I forgot where I was. I forgot about everything else except his hand... his touch.But then he began to travel lower, leaving my breasts, sliding down toward the heat between my thighs.And that was when it hit me.Since the death of Edward I had never once slept in this room, and today would be my first night in here. How could I have sex with Lucas on the very first night I would be sleeping in my matrimonial room since his death?Guilt

It was almost sunset when I found myself pacing my office floor again. My heels clicked softly against the tiles, a rhythm that matched the chaos in my head. I stopped for a second, standing still in the middle of my office.What have I done?That is outright wrong and against all the rules— my rules.How could I have been so stupid? He called me professor during sex! I didn’t tell him my profession, so why in the world didn’t I wonder how he knew that?I was completely taken by the sex, my head so wrapped in its pleasure that I had turned off my brain.What do I do? How do I solve this?We fucked. Not once or twice. It was three times. No, four times! The bathroom sex!Shit.I... I rode him. I gave him a blowjob.“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I cursed, running my hand through my hair as I paced again.It wasn’t a drunken mistake. I... I wasn’t coerced into it. And it’s definitely not something I could just tuck away like it didn’t happen. It did! I was right there, moaning his fucking name.An