Any health professional will tell you when licensing exams are coming out, it’s a huge fucking deal. We spent days studying for that elusive “pass“ so that we may continue our journey to heal people. But sometimes, no matter how dedicated of a student we can be, the feral brain can take over even the most disciplined pupil.

And that’s what happened today. After a slow start to my morning, I picked up the pace and got through about 200 or so questions. I was feeling proud of myself, and ready to tackle the challenges of the evening. I went for a walk, came home to shower, and sat down after a hefty supper to get through a hundred more questions.

That is, until I saw my phone light up with a notification from an old friend. I’ve been texting with this European chick on and off for a few weeks. We shared an immediate connection from our banter. I could tell she has a dominant presence about her, and of course, I took it as a challenge to numb her down with my own. So far, no dice. While her description of herself piqued my curiosity enough to send over my details, I quickly felt she’d be the one steering the wheels of whatever this was. Once she got my request, she sent me back a lovely selfie, and the rest is history. And yes, she is hard to please, but damn fine to look at. I’m not sure how many videos of my cumshot I sent her, but her frequent bikini pictures, videos of fondling her perfect ass and perky tits, and the occasional dominatrix tendencies commanding me what to do, are all tantalizing. I accepted that the continued dance between our phones is all the indication I needed that she likes what I’m putting down.

So today, I intended to pick up my pen to note down the intricacies of Von Gierke’s disease but once her bikini pictures came flooding through, I picked up my phone to Von Jerkoff my Cock. Immediately, we got to play. Voice notes. Videos. Pictures. Moans. Rinse. Repeat. She saw my “thick cock” as she put it, get its foreskin peeled back. She heard that suction noise when the rim of my dick head is buttressed by the layers of my foreskin folded amongst each other. And she saw me stroke it time and time again to her tits, her face, her beautiful figure as well as her perfect ass.

But tonight, she was being a bit coy and demanded a cumshot. I wanted to do it live, but she needed to head to bed. As stated, she usually gets her way; tonight she wished to wake up tomorrow to a fine glaze of cum splattered across her screen. But I said nah, not tonight. Tonight, I’d be the one dictating how things go. So I said she’ll have to wait. She fucked right off to bed, and my text is sitting in her inbox waiting to be seen.

And I did cum, by the way. Oh boy did I ever. I filmed it painting my fuzzy blanket like an errant brush flung with haste across the room. The froth coating my thigh as it leaped onto my bed. And she’ll see it all in time, as she deserves it. But for once, this woman whose bewitched me was kept at bay, because my studies beckoned my attention. And the biggest slut in the room was not the one gracing her extraordinary figure on my phone, but the man who said no to focus on his studies. While I did fail to edge, let’s not make that common knowledge- I still intend to claim more self-control than I truly have, when she wakes up tomorrow 😅