He savored the sight of me, cum all over my face, then had me take a shower. When I had dried off, he installed a butt plug inside me- he didn't ask my permission, he simply did it, and I loved it. Then he put a jock strap on me and had me get dressed again in the tiny swim trunks. He also put aviator sunglasses on himself and me- we looked cooool. My cigar...
The air conditioner rattled and hummed in the tropical air, but inside the office at the top of the iron staircase it felt as if it was doing nothing but stirring the humidity around. If there was any coolness, it came more from the big ceiling fan that whirled and clacked in the centre of the ceiling. Luca sat back in his office chair under the fan and smi...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
Okay so last time he had just stuck the stogie in my mouth. I was tasting my first puffs of premium cigar smoke and it was good! I took lots of quick little puffs, as if concerned about it being all the way lit, the cigar moved up and down in my mouth. I saw it jutting way out in the middle of my peripheral vision, and thought, hey, wow, I'm smoking a cigar....
I'm not sure how it happened. I was really drunk and somehow ended up separating from my friends at the bar. It was my 21st birthday and we were celebrating by going bar to bar. I was drunk as fuck and lost them at this random leather bar we went to, kind of as a joke. This guy, about 45 or so, came over and started to talk to me, asking if I was okay and wh...
"Getting caught up in Riddleman's murder was frightening," I blurted out, over coffee. "Wasn't that some sort of sex crime?" Amanda asked, leaning forward excitedly. The ohs, and ahs, went around the table and I wished I hadn't said anything, because everyone was looking at me, and expecting more. Over dessert the talk around the dinner table had turned...
Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs as he stared at the text on the laptop. "Fuck. What a boring piece of . . . of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? I need those five thou by this afternoon, Rank. Five thousand, is that so hard?" "Hard? Hard? This Manissus is a moa...
As he usually did on Saturday nights I went down to the cigar store to pick up some of my favorite stogies to smoke that night. When I walked in the usual clerk and owner, Frank, wasn't in. I went to the counter to find a tall, long brown haired man with a great build. "Hey," I said, "where's Frank tonight?" "He had to take care of some business," the man r...
I had to turn my eyes away from the penetrating stare of Finn Bergstrum, so I took my first good look at his assistant, Nabil. "Satyr" was the first thought that entered my mind, and I almost was able to imagine two little horns above his ears there. Sharp, swarthy features with that almost sneer of a smile that was close to the edge of presumption and cruel...
The young man's hand was trembling as he handed the creamy vellum envelope embossed with the FGCC crest over to the older man. Edward Winslow held the younger man's finger between his and the underside of the envelope for an extra couple of seconds before taking the envelope and placing it carefully on the top of the cigarette table beside him. He puffed on...