Amber and I woke up in each other's arms the next morning. I kissed her on the forehead lightly and left a note on her bedside table. Although I would have loved to stay and make love to her again, with such a successful night before, I had no more supplies for day 2. Luckily I had my friends brother pick me up some 'harder' alcohol in case the softer stuf...
She woke with a start. Disoriented, her brain clumsily exited the dream she was enjoying. One eye glanced at the clock on the bedside table, her brain dimly registering that the alarm was set to go off in a few minutes. She sat up on her elbow trying to recover the scene that was playing out in her brain. It was erotic, some kind of lovemaking. Warmth. Ple...
I have a smoking fetish, although I couldn’t tell you the exact date it started. I just found that one day anytime I saw a woman smoking a cigarette, I couldn’t help myself. I’d automatically picture her on her knees in front of me, wisps of smoke pouring from her mouth as she took a drag and then engulfed my cock. And it seemed that the moment I realized th...
She moaned as my member slipped into her wet and slippery tunnel of love. I looked at her face, her eyes looking up at the ceiling and beyond. Beads of moisture exuded from her skin on her forehead, resembling the morning dew on a rose petal. A few moments of silence; then my ears adjusted to the sound of music on the stereo, the air-conditioner, and the f...
Garter Belts and Cigarettes Page One It was the movement that first caught my eye. That automatic sequence of movements done by muscle memory, repeatedly and without thinking, dexterous and complete - the red nail fingertips of her right hand, several silver rings on her fingers, flipping open the top of the box. One finger aligned the flipped up lid so t...
If you would like some context before you read this story, read my posting "A Sexual Autobiography" first. It will provide some background on Elizabeth, Alain and myself, the life we lead, and where my role as a smoke slave fits into our life together. My family and friends know Elizabeth and myself as non-smokers. Our children believe that we consider smok...
Chapter 22 : Missionary Positions Author's preface: Again I ask if smoking and furs don't do it for you read no further. Likewise, if you find corruption of someone with religious faith especially through force, or threesome involving two men and a woman offensive, get outta here now! Or you may lose your soul.... Personally, I find them all thrilling il...
Recent college graduate Tom Bailey stood poised at the entrance to his old middle school library like an anxious puppy waiting at the back door of his owner's house. Nervously, Tom raked his fingers over his hair and straightened his tie with a sweaty hand. Would he summon up the courage to knock on the door and finally reveal his love for his grade school...
When I walked into the bar, I didn't notice her at first; I sat in a booth in a dark corner and ordered a drink from the waitress. The waitress returned with my drink, and when I went to pay her for it, she said it had already been taken care of by the blonde at the end of the bar. I looked, and there was a beautiful vision, sitting on a stool at the end of...
This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...