Cigarette Fetish Stories

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Gabbler - The Story

by BBdjevvy on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The following is true story of an event, which actually happened and has given me years of pleasure reliving. Even today, many years later, I get an erection just thinking about it and it would be one of my main masturbation dreams. "Gabbler" at first glance was a homely looking mousy blonde, 14-year-old, schoolgirl when I first met her, which was when I at...

Better Observations from My Window

by uksnowy on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Arising from my bed with a massive stiffy, I open the curtains, letting my knob end brush against the cold wall on this bright, late spring morning. Timing it just right, the first sighting of the day is Karen from up the road, swaying seductively from her front door to her BMW Z3. Its sleek silver lines are parked right in front of my place and from my firs...

Crystal's Adventure in the Mall

by Araythea on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Every year I tell myself that I'm going to get to the stores a little earlier, and beat the last minute frenzy of Christmas shopping. I somehow seem to fail every year too. That year was no different. We rolled into Highland Mall's parking lot in my boyfriend's black 80 something Daytona. I have to wonder if the car was ever cool, as I looked at its cracke...

Who You Are in the Dark Ch. 01

by KuroshioX on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Anna whispered, sounding earnestly confused. She was something of a ditz, but normally not this oblivious. "I'm really fucking sure we shouldn't be doing this!" her co-conspirator, Esther, hissed right back. "Then why don't w -" "Shhhh!" The pair were crouched near the maintenance entry of the boy's dorms, wait...

Eastenders Sex Ch. 01

by BritishSoapPorn on Sep 14, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Whitney cleaned the tables of the Vic, just like she did every night. Just like every night lately, since her brother Ryan had stolen from the takings and done a runner, her sister-in-law (close enough) Nancy glared at her from behind the bar. Linda, her mother-in-law, pursed her lips and tried not to judge...no, instead she looked on in pity. Everyone alw...

A Slave Walks into a Bar Ch. 01

by Cole_Parnassus on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 1- This slave walks into a bar The air in Paris is electric. Heat collected from the summer sun radiates out from the brick walls and into the cool night air and it is against this wall I push his darling Elle. Her large, full breasts argue against the neck line of her v-neck t-shirt, transparent enough to grant visibility to her beautiful nipples w...

Deborah & The Christmas Candle

by gamma33 on Sep 12, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

Deborah squirmed in her seat behind her desk, watching the screen on her PC while a well endowed guy stroked his enormous cock. There was still almost two hours left in her workday but her need for some relief had led her to this site she had found. Eric, her boyfriend had been gone for over two weeks and the only way she had managed to get her jollies was b...

Hell on the Highway

by Spencerfiction on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Dad's new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn't really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week's summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the...

My Dark Knight To Remember

by luv2beme on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

This is a story that I haven't told anyone... a night that changed my life forever. You think there's no such thing as vampires? Think again..... My name is Danielle, a 23 year old African-American female from Brooklyn. I would describe myself as a loner. I'm a hefty girl with a curvy figure and stand by 5'6. I have black shoulder length hair and brown eyes....

Coffee Bitter As Love

by DoctorSintax on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Coffee seemed to be the pole around which life revolved then. Take the coffee bar in the hotel beside the railway station, where Jane used to arrive on her commuter train in the morning. I usually got there first, and would grab the window table – our table, it was, for a season – looking out over City Square. Sometimes I would sneak a look at the crossword...