This story is humbly dedicated to Lucian. Two millenia ago, he wrote a tale of Ancient Egypt we know today as 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice.' "Oh, darling. Not tonight. I'm so tired." Belinda smiled sleepily at her husband. Once again, his fingers had been roving over her body in an obvious attempt to initiate sex. Now those fingers stopped and withdrew. Simon...
Wednesday, August 14th, 2019. Hamburg-Eppendorf, Germany. I was at a car park close to my workplace at the University Clinic Hamburg-Eppendorf, trying to cover my hospital scrubs with my much too warm coat while lighting the Camel Blue cigarette I had needed for at least an hour. The hospital management doesn't want us, the few remaining smokers on staff, t...
We had been in touch now for what seemed like months, exchanging emails and an occasional phone call. Sharing our deepest fantasies. We shared detailed descriptions of our extreme indulgence and servitude to our sexy 120s. I was confident that tonight would be the beginning of a relationship I had been seeking for a long time. I had found someone who loved a...
After Amber had left I began getting more serious about the progress of her corruption. I realized that I had to try to be more organized and come up with a plan to reach my goal of total 'bad girl.' I decided I would create an itinerary of sorts that would dictate a guideline for Amber to follow. I started simple, I would require her to smoke at least five...
Cindy woke up around 1 in the afternoon lying with her head on Sky. Moonie was not in the room and Cindy wasn't sure where he was. She began to suckle on Sky's tits getting her morning milk. She did it with a rare amount of tenderness. While she drank, she thought to herself about the fact that since she had got to the trailers, she had not had a drink of w...
Smoking has always been my biggest vice. I did not realize just how bad it was until after I got married to Richard just over two months ago. Everyone at work smoked and all through High school and collage I had smoked. I got my job at the factory after I quit collage in my second year. I had planned to go back later in a few years. I got my job working the...
CHAPTER NINE: Strike Dear Mistress and Cure his Heart Martin Coombes trembled in anticipation of the packet in his pocket. How he managed to walk in the shop, order the Marlboro Lights and pay for them without fainting he didn't know; but now his heart was hurting it was banging so fast. He had cigarettes. He kept saying it to himself. It thrilled him to k...
“You and a guest are cordially invited to attend a formal dinner party at the estate of Charles W. Meeks” Sara Miller could not believe that she had been invited to Mr. Meeks dinner party. She had been a receptionist for McCracken and Meeks for almost five years, but this was the first party that she had been invited to. She thought about who to bring and w...
(Author's note. This is a puzzle. If you can't figure out who it's about it won't make a lot of sense. I'll post an explanation in feedback in a few days if nobody else does.) April 3rd, 1968 The room is quite without character. It's clean, though not clinically so. It's tidy, but it's hard to arrange one table, one ashtray and two chairs in an untidy mann...
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...