I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip. "Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible." "Incredibly edi...
DISCLAIMER: 1)This text does not, in any way, claim that a cigar, or generally smoking, is not harmful for both the smoker's health and that of those around him. Also, it does not claim that a cigar is less harmful than a normal cigarette. 2)This text was written for people who are adults and who are smoking or have decided, in their own free will, to sta...
I don't know why this crazy notion had seized my imagination. And I certainly don't know why I decided to act on it. After all, I have always been a rather goodie-goodie type of girl. And I am known to be shy. But, what the heck, I thought. It's my birthday and I am definitely going to do this. So I did it. I tried a cigar. And I liked it. And now I'm going...
It was not so long ago that the thought of everyone in the room looking at me would have given me an anxiety attack. Yet here I was, in front of family and friends, boldly smoking a big cigar, and I felt not nervousness, but something quite the opposite. In today's parlance, I felt "like a boss." Taking a really slow drag, I closed my eyes as the smoke fille...
After her initial shocked look, my mother did not scream, cry, faint, or do anything else that I might have expected. Instead she sat there for a few minutes, a bemused smile slowly emerging from her mouth. I took another drag, centering the cigar in my teeth, and tried to imagine what would be coming next. "Really Joanne . . . cigars? You want to smoke cig...
It's now been several years since Debby and I entered our new arrangement and it has worked out very well for us. Deb is in charge and I am still delighted to be her slave. Having a cigar-smoking, dominant woman for a wife was not something I ever would have dreamt that I wanted, but sometimes life takes us down paths that we never would have expected. We...
She had simply gone round to his house to collect some plants for her neighbour - but he must have been in on it. She knew the man. He used to come into the shop where she worked. He was about forty-five, tall, well-built and with a bristly, black beard. He looked mildly scary but she never thought for one minute he'd be the sort to tie you up, shave off y...
All that afternoon at my café I couldn't stop thinking about Gina, and what I had said to her as I had departed. I had told her I loved her! Did I mean that? How could I? I barely knew the girl. Yes, I loved her lust for life and her lust for lust. Meeting her had reinvigorated me. All day I kept thinking about the next morning, how I would visit her again,...
Chapter 1 The situation I now find myself in is something I never dreamed would ensue when I began corresponding with Ariana. It started seven years ago as a brief e-mail correspondence and has now become my life. But I must here digress, in order to give the reader some background information about me that relates to this tale. It will sound a bit weird t...
Back stateside again after a particularly long 6 month contract. And like usual I stop at my favorite Airport Hilton. I check in and shower. I hit up the bar and as always is my favorite bartender, Barbara. She sees me and comes out from behind the bar, "Hey lovey, how are you?!?" and gives me a big hug. If Babs wasn't 10 years older than me and committed...